This is my first RP created on this forum, Mercy.

This roleplay will be about the assassination of Versidue-Shaie, the Akaviri Potentate that ruled the Empire for some time, and almost caused the collapse. We will be working through the assassination story as characters. You can be a member of Versidue-Shaie's guard, or a Morag Tong assassin. Maybe even a staff worker in the castle. Now, you must remember that a lot of things were different. For instance, the Septims didn't run the Empire, but lets cut to the chase.

The story:

Akavir became to involved in the Empire's politics since their defeat at Pale Pass. Perhaps, they were to active in the end, although they set up the basis for the Empire, they almost caused the downfall.

Versidue-Shaie, a Tsaesci that became a potentate in the late 1st Era, had the Emperor, Emperor Reman Cyrodiil III, and his son, Juilek Cyrodiil assassinated by the Morag Tong. The potentate ruler, then, declared a new era as his first act. Rebellions were forming, and he declared martial law for 37 years, crushing rebellions across the Empire.

It is now 2E 324, and a foreigner has ruled the Empire for almost 324 years. He is seated at his palace at Senchal, the bottom tip of Elsweyr. The Morag Tong has arranged a meeting in one of their secret headquarters. They are meeting in the huge basemant of their leader's house. It is their headquaters, with several bedrooms, and even has a secret escape route to the sewers. They are now making plans to "Dispose" of the foreign leader. Meanwhile, Versidue-Shaie's guardsmen are residing in Senchal.

Send PM sheets to me, I am not that strict, just want to make sure there are no overloaded characters. I will roleplay an assassin, and maybe Versidue-Shaie, unless an someone else does, and they are good.

Other things to get lore straight:

1) The Night Mother is the joint leader of the Morag Tong

2) The Dark Brotherhood has not been formed yet.

3) The Tong is not outlawed

4) I know the headquarters are in Morrowind in ES3, but this is second Era, and they are meeting at my character's house

5) The Tong isnt outlawed anywhere, after the assassination of Versidue, it comes that they are outlawed, but Vivec lets them work in Morrowind

6) The night mother is mentioned in different books, but we are treating her as the joint leader of the tong, a woman.

7) She will be there to write Morag Tong on the wall.

8) After, I suspect religious and outlaw conflics will give birth to the Dark Brotherhood

9) We are meeting at my house in the Imperial city, to make plans for the potentate.










Rules:
1) Mentioned above, No uber crap
2)Don't control other people's characters.
3) Try to use good spelling and grammar, I can understand mistakes here and there.
4) Don't be all-knowing, your character isn't god, neither is a Morag-Tong assassin going to be able to kill 5 guards, be realistic, if you get caught in an attempted assassination, you will probably die, or have to hit and run, or, just run.

Char. Sheet:

Name:

Race:

Gender:

Birthsign:

Appearance:

Equipment: (Don't overload)

Faction: (staff. guard, assassin, etc.)

History: whatever, no heroes of kvatch though.


Starting location:








Any questions?


also, see for more info:


http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Night_Mother

http://www.imperial-library.info/obbooks/fire_darkness.shtml

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore%3a%44ark_Brotherhood

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Morag_Tong

http://www.imperial-library.info/obscure_text/chaos.shtml

http://www.imperial-library.info/mwbooks/2920.shtml

http://www.imperial-library.info/mwbooks/black_glove.shtml

http://www.imperial-library.info/cyrodiil_...otherhood.shtml

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:First_Era http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Second_Era

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Mephala

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Sithis

http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=991945

http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.ph...=983767&hl=

http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.ph...=980025&hl=

http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.ph...81526&st=20

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Sithis_(book)

http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Vivec_and_Mephala









We need:

1) the Night Mother

2) A Versidue Roleplayer

3) Versidue's guard captain

4) Some assassins

5) Maybe some guards

hello, i noticed this thread sadly had no other participants. are you still doing it? if so, i would be more than happy to join in^^ i know how it feels to have a thread with no replies XD.

I thought it was dead, but sure...send me the sheet!!!

It was a fresh idea, and we need fresh ideas.

The removal is now open!

I know this Rp may seem like a sort one, but I believe this assassination led to a civil war within it, resulting in the Dark Brotherhood...........that is what I plan to get into after this..

okay. when we gonna start, are we waiting for more people? i sent you my cs^^ sounds fun, btw

i just sent you a pm with my character sheet, this rp seems interesting

You two both post your sheets, I will do mine tonight

remember, after the assassination, the Tong was confined to morrowind and outlawed, but before, the Dark brotherhood didn't exists and the Tong was all over tamriel

Name: Claud Ryus

Race: Imperial

Age: 36

Birthsign: The steed

Physical appearance: At about 6 feet tall, Claud is moderately sized. He is lean and quick, and a very skiled sneaker. He has a deep scar across his right shoulder blade, where he was wounded severely at one point. His muscles are not ripped, but lean. He bears brown eyes and black hair, and wears a grey handband around his short cut.

Abilities: He has moderate strength, but he is far faster than most assassins. His best skill point however, are his swordsmanship and his persuasiveness. He is very good with a short sword, but his sleeper agent ability is what got him at the rank he is at today.

Rank: Leader of the Morag Tong

Starting location: His house, in the Talos plaza district, where the head members will meet.

Equipment: He wears black leather, and wears only in certain instances a black hood. He bears what is believed to be a short sword featuring a bronze handle with a two edged obsidian blade. It is deadly, and able to cut through chainmail, as most obsidian is.

History: At an early age of 13 the young imperial witnessed his father kill his mother. He killed his father after the horrible sight and ran away, fearing he may be arrested. A Morag Tong agent found him in the Imperial City and took him in. He was trained ever since, and started performing assassinations at the age of 18. He advanced through the Ranks, and eventually rose to become the leader of the Morag Tong. He is now waiting in his home for the other high ranking officials to show their faces, coming from all over Tamriel.



I plan to make more characters, I understand that one is a bit shaky, but it will have to do.

If more people got into the roleplay, characters wouldn't be a problem.....We need all of the high ranking officials that can show up.

Name: Cuts-His-Heart
Nickname: Cut
Race: Argonian Nagas/Sarpa mix
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Birthsign: The Shadow

Height: 6' 5'' (Very short for his tribal race)
Build: Skinny, with little visible muscle, but also virtually no fat apparent. His lower body seems stronger than his upper, indicating athleticism based in movement, and not strength.
Eye Color: Dark Red, darker than the normal Argonian, with lizard slit pupils.
Hair Style: Argonian Spikes, dyed black to be more intimidating, with a long back spike having a silver-ruby ring at the base.

Class: Currently a Knower
Focus: Stealth
Skills: Cut is a thoroughbred sniper-assassin, able to sneak by without being noticed through finesse, long hours of practice, and a small amount of magic. He is most comfortable in his cloth outfit, in which he is capable of running long distances quite quickly, and jumping an above average 19 foot long jump. Above average, for his tribe, even. He is also a long practiced lock-picker.
Abilities: Agility & Speed

General Appearance: Very tall and near black skin combined with his forever knotted brow make him near unapproachable in a dark room. He commonly wears a scowl, only pulling back his lizard lips to expose his large, Nagas fangs when he kills his target. His hands are callused, with many light marks on his wrists and forearms from a history of archery.

Equipment: Commonly wears dark linens, cheaply cut and rather ragged, with no jewelry or other things that can make noise. His quiver and black bow are ever-present on his back, and a pouch at his left hip holds a stock of throwing knives and stars. Another pouch on his right back pocket holds many strips of cloth, bottles of potion and poison, all purchased. Also on his belt are places where knives and stars can be stuck for quick access and a small, long pocket on the inside of his shirt holds all his lockpicks.

Magic: Can use many illusions that are useful for stealth, chameleon, invisibility, paralyze, night eye, silence, and frenzy.

Faction: Morag Tong/Shadow Scales

History: Raised in Argonia as a shadowscale, a long, tribal tradition of raising potential assassins for use in guerrilla warfare and other tribal military, he quickly left the group, as they never truly accepted him because of his mixed heritage. After defending his life from many shadowscale assassins, he developed a pact with the shadowscale leaders. He would expand their enterprise beyond their tribe, into a business. In his quest he found the Morag Tong and was the first shadowscale to enter the guild. He has since been an ambassador, setting up a plan to send the Tong shadowscales. He hopes to finalize his deal at a close at hand meeting in the Imperial City.

Starting location: Riverhold, Elsweyr. He has been doing some business in Elsweyr for some time, and has travelled across the country to go to Cyrodiil.

Note: He is representative of his tribe of Shadowscales, and works under the direction of similarly politically positioned Ra'Qhan.
Let me know when you want to start, can wait for more people or...

OOC: Go ahead, I will post later. I will probably post, and either make new characters as they arrive, or, wait for people to join.

But go ahead and start your journey


IC:

Claud had awoken that morning, tired far more than usual. The Empire was literally desecrated, and something needed to be done. The Morag Tong members had been called from across Tamriel, and the time had come. Major and some minor officials were coming. Some had already shown up, such as two Nordic twins from Skyrim, and a Redguard. The Elf leader supervising the Morag Tong in Summerset Isle was there himself. They came through the door with ease as it creaked and slowly opened.
"Proceed to the basemant...."

The Morag Tong's days were troublesome, for joint leadership was held between Claud and a woman, and things were not going as planned. Claud sat there, starring into space, wondering what may become of his guild and the Empire in the days to come.....

OOC: Here is the leader from hammerfell

Name: Renal

Race: Ra Gada

Age: 28

Gender: male

Birth-sign: The Ritual

Equipment: Wears Black leather armor, with a gray headband. He bears a Short blade featuring a steel hilt. The blade is known to be elven, and the seal of the Tong is in-graved in the blade

Appearance: Has a moderate muscle composition. Stands about 5'11, with brown eyes, and black hair. He wears a gray headband around his short cut military style haircut.

Strengths: Very sneaky, and is a good locksmith. He is also very fast, and good with a short blade.

Weaknesses: Is very smart, but cannot cast magic at all. He can not cook, and he is not good at disguising himself

History: Joined the Tong at an early age. With no powerful Tong authority in Hammerfell, he quickly became the leader at the age of 26. He has done much for the tong, and increased their power in the West. He holds the position of 4th in command, and has showed his face at the meeting to deal with "the problem."

OOC: I am creating a 2nd character, being we did not have enough participants and cut isn't going to be involved for a little while. Thank You.

Name: Ra'Qhan (Raugh-Can)
Nickname: Ridro, the combination of an honorific khajiit term and the one meaning grandfather. Ri meaning clan leader and Dro meaning grandfather.
Race: Suthay Kahjiit
Gender: Male
Age: 58
Sign: The Tower

Height: 5' 8'' (The Suthay are of a lesser stature than men, but taller than bosmer)
Build: Being aged as he is, Ridro appears quite feeble. However, he has a beast like strength that he saves only for occasions when he needs it dearly. He is skinny and small, with hindlegs like normal Suthay and Suthay-Rhat (Aka the ones in TESIII Morrowind), he is incredibly fast and agile. His upper body looks skinny, but if he tightens all his muscles, it has the appearance of a much younger khajiit.
Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Light Brown on his face, with a darker brown on most of the rest of his body. His hands and feet are white, as is his left ear; his tail is dar brown with a white tip. He has one patch of light colored fur on his chest, right over his heart.
Hair Style: His mane is cut off, the top of his head is the same as the rest of his body in thickness, if slightly fluffier. He has small tufts of hair off the tips of his large ears.

Class: Exalted Master
Focus: Stealth
Skills: Hand to Hand, Stealth, Acrobatics, Athletics, Unarmored, Security, and Alchemy
Abilities: Speed and Intelligence

General Appearance: Ridro is a typical Suthay, shorter than most men, with the features of a Suthay-raht. His nose is squished slightly, and a bit off center, as if it had been broken before. His teeth are dulled to appear less menacing to other races, and his ears are slightly bigger than usual, with small tufts of light brown hair at the ends. He has a long neck and slender shoulders, with thin arms and large hands with meticulously sharpened claws, retracted and barbed (meaning that they have very fine, reverse grooves that will tear into flesh. Like a fishhook; they took much trial and error to keep them from hurting him when they retracted) His legs appear weak and fragile, and his feet are slightly longer than normal Suthay. His fur is wrinkled, especially around his eyes and mouth.

Equipment: He usually dresses in robes, with no weapons and only a few pockets that he uses to store poison bottles and lockpicks. When he must prepare for a mission, he wears tight fitting clothing, only the sleeves are loose, so that he can confuse his opponents during a fight by hiding his hands or having the fabric move in different ways than his claws. His preffered colors are solid blacks, browns, and sometimes dull reds and marroons. He has one formal robe that he only uses for special occasions. He will commonly wear small trinket jewelry when not on missions, which is often, but if he must go in himself, he will have a leather neckpiece, enchanted with a powerful emergency restoration spell, a leather bracer on his left hand, also enchatned to fortify his fatigue and hand to hand skill. Finally, his most prized possesion, the Ring of Khajiit, passed down in his tribe for ages from leader to leader.

Magic: Only a weak poison spell and one lightning magic he practices in his spare time. He also has the gifts of his birthsign, to unlock doors and reflect damage. He has only enough knowledge in mysticysm to refill his enchanted items with soul-traps.

Faction: Upper Morag Tong, Provincial Leader of Elsweyr and leader of the Suthay Tribe

History: He grew up in Elsweyr, in one of the larger Suthay tribes. He trained in traditional Khajiit Dar, or one skilled in the arts of the thief. He joined the Morag Tong in a political move uniting his tribe with the Tong.

He was seventeen when the Potentate decalred martial law, and a respected Master of the Morag Tong during the formation of the province of Elsweyr. The Tong were used much in this time, and he grew quickly in status and rank until he became Exalted Master, and, under Grandmaster Claud, candidate for Provincial Representative of Elsweyr.

Starting Location: The Imperial City Market District, having arrived early for the meeting.

Note: Cuts-His-Heart is one of Ridro's many subordinates, they get along well due to the fact they are both representatives of their own respective tribes and that Cut works in Elsweyr under Ridro.

Name: Falus

Race: Khajiit

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Thief

Appearance: always uncomfortable, eyes shifty, dark brown fur

Equipment: a bow, steel short sword, potion of healing, dark blue hooded robe, leather boots, leather gloves

Faction: assassin

History: after a lot of experince in the jails around cyrodil, Falus finally learned to be a thief at a young age, but always thinks there is someone out to get him or someones following him, or there is a trap to be sprung on him.

OOC: Well, while we eagerly anticipate darthravager and jerod kayne, i think i will set the scene a bit. using my 2nd char, Ridro.




IC: Ridro sighed in disappointment at his room. The grey stone walls were claustrophobic, and the amount of furniture and it's quality was both insulting and overbearing. His bland wooden bed with red-brown covers over straw was much less than what he was used to back in Elsweyr. Why did I come all the way here for this? he asked himself as he stood up from the small wooden chair he had been sitting on.

The elderly khajiit shuffled across the cold floor with a grumpy frown, one of his more common expressions. He made his way slowly to the wooden door, which appeared to be in the beginnings of rotting. How can Claud treat his guests this way? Have we not earned the right of luxury? Ridro opened it with a deliberate squeal, to which a young imperial holding a candle came running to him.

"Master, I didn't know you were awake. Please, let me help you." He offered Ridro his hand, palm upturned in a symbol of trust and assistance. Ridro slapped it down deliberately, the imperial did not flinch, he did not even see the display as unusual. But he knew he must do it, else the Master would become even angrier.

"I'm not so old that I need your help in everything, White Thrall. Just escort me to the meeting room, I am ready to begin delegation, but I don't know where anything is in this labyrinth of a sanctuary!" Ridro chastised the green assassin.

"Yes, sir. Right this way, the meeting is set to begin, we are just waiting for you and Cut now." The imperial man walked slowly with Ridro down a small corridor.

"Agh, that lazy argonian. When will he show up?" Ridro's robes made soft rustling noises as he walked, his soft paws,however, making no noise on the worn rug.

"He was supposed to arrive earlier. I don't know where he is, but they intend to begin without him." His candle created strange shadow's across his face, which Ridro watched while the man talked "He is in charge of the Shadowhide tribe in Argonia, right?"

"Shadowscale, and yes, he is. That is why he was invited to this event. We hope the Shadowscales will provide a source of raw recruits for many years to come, and Cut should rise in rank quickly. Such politics is the curse of the upper echelon of the Morag Tong, I'm afraid..." Ridro shook his head slowly during the last sentance of his explanation, he knew Cut would not be up to such diplomacy, and that meant a lot of work on his part, as Cut's superior.

"Well, Sir Representative of Elsweyr, here we are. The highest ranked members of out entire organization are just beyond this door." The imperial said, with more than necessary drama in his voice and mannerisms, a bow and subsequent arm motion, as if he had just had a standing ovation.

Truth be told, he was right. All the most important representatives and masters were gathered here. Renal, the Ra Gada leader of the Hammerfell branch, the Nordic twin leaders of Skyrim, and the elven leader of the Summerset isles had arrived days ago. The orc and breton leaders from High Rock had just arrived that day. And Cuts-His-Heart, Shadow Scale, and closest thing to a representative for Argonia the Tong had, was not yet present.

The mysterious woman known as the Night Mother, representative of Morrowind, was also here, sharing leadership with the current grandmaster after having gained the support of much of the Tong. Claud, the Grandmaster and representative for Cyrodiil was hosting the event, the planning of the assassination of the most powerful person in all Tamriell. Well, perhaps not a person, but undoubtedly the most powerful thing on the continent, at least.

The great iron double doors swung open at the same time, revealing the room beyond. Ridro walked in and took his seat next to Claud.

Name: Alarosi Saronyi

Title and Rank: The Night Mother

Race: Dunmer

Age: 99

Apparent age: 21

Height: 5' 10"

Eyes: a bright, vibrant red.

Gender: female

Appearance: Alarosi has a very young and vibrant appearance, with a sort of cuteness one would not expect from a 99 year old. Her hair reaches half way down her back, and is raven black. She is fit, but not obviously muscular.

Clothing: A dark black robe which enshrouds her body and hides the deadly equipment of her trade. She wears a grey, sleeveless undershirt, and a pair of grey pants.

Armor: Under her robe she wears a full set of leather equipment, minus the headgear, and wears a chain mail shirt under her leather armor.

Special equipment: On her left hand is a steel gauntlet, which stretches all the way to the elbow. The fingers are clawed, and, inscribed in blood, is the daedric letter M.

Weapon: She wields an iron claymore. She also has two daggers which are both strapped to her left leg. These daggers are curved to the same degree as a human neck.

Skills: Blade, Alteration, illusion, mysticism, block, cooking, fishing.

Bio: Alarosi was the daughter of a Hlaalu fish merchant and a mage. At the age of 15, her mother brought her to Assarnamim to be inducted into the cult of Mehrunes Dagon. Upon their arrival at the site however, Alarosi stopped dead in her tracks, and then, quickly cast a recall spell. She eventually found her way to the cult of infinte webs, a Mephala cult within territory controlled by house dres. Once there, she quickly became a priestess of Mephala, developing numerous methods of ritual mutiliation of one's foes in the name of Mephala. After a night of fevered dreaming, she led the cult to mournhold, where they proceeded to assassinate Primerius Metellus and his escorts. Having killed the leader of Cyrodiil's most violent noble family, she had inadvertently plunged the metellus family into a self-destructive war that wiped the noble family from the face of Tamriel. After a year, she was contacted by Claud Ryus' predecessor, who recruited her into the Morag tong. The Morag Tong's morrowind branch was quite impressed by the fact that she seemed uniquely touched by Mephala, and they were soon also impressed by the skill and tact she used in her assassinations, and horrified by the rituals she conducted on her fallen targets. However, she quickly rose to a position of importance with the Tong, and eventually gained the title of night mother, a sort of co-leader for the tong, sharing control with Ryus.

IC: Alarosi had already arrived at the meeting place when Claud finally sauntered into the room, displeased as ever by his situation. The man was nothing like his predecessor, or so Alarosi thought. She made no attempt at conversation, as she often considered Claud not worthy of her attention. In fact, she was only here because of the nature of his proposed target. The daft, dreaming fool. May Mephala's blessing be upon us, for we will certainly need it.

After some time, Ra'qhan entered the meeting place. THough he did not appear to age well, all the information she had gleaned on the beast indicated that he was a respectable and capable sort.

"Hello Ra'Qhan, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." She said, leaning in towards the table in order to better see past Claud. She even removed her hood as she leaned in, a demonstration that Claud had never earned during their encounters.

OOC: Good to see you Ravanger, nice work on the cs^^


IC: Ridro listened to the Night Mother's smooth voice and dully noted the removal of her hood. He took on a mood of quiet indifference, closing his eyes and rested his head on the high backed wooden chair. Without opening his eyes, he replied "Greetings Saronyi Darja. It is a pleasure to see one so, ah, invaluable to our humble organization. I trust you are doing well?"

After Ridro finished speaking, he opened his eyes and looked around at the room. He noted that the cieling was a mere eight to nine feet above the floor, and had a single chandelier in the center above the long wooden table they were all seated around. For political reasons, he noted who was sitting where and who they were next to. The head of the table was empty, to sit there, one would have to be the unquestionable leader. The unquestionable single leader. To Ridro's left of the end, sat the Night Mother, taking the second most respectable seat in an obvious challenge to Claud. She was smiling gaily, giving the appearance of a young Ja, but Ridro knew her true strength.
After the Night Mother came Claud, supposed grandmaster of the Tong, with a dull anger in his eyes that showed he did not like the current events. Most likely the disrespect the Night Mother showed him. He was resting his elbows on the table and his head was resting against his right hand, with his left fist under his chin.

Ridro was sitting on Claud's right, the seat of the third in power. Saved for him in an offer of respect, he assumed. He enjoyed the suggestion silently.
The Hammerfell representative, Renal, was sitting to the right of Ridro. He had a bored expression that indicated he had just woken up from a nap. Then to his right was the representative of the Summerset Isles, Iryanil. He was following all discussion with interest, most likely so he can be up to date on all the political nonsense. Ridro never did like him.

Opposite Claud and the Night Mother were the two nords from Skyrim, brother and sister. They did look fairly alike, especially since they both had their saatin blonde hair up in the Nordic wind braids style. Across from Ridro was the orc leader of High Rock, next to the Breton leader. They were making quiet small talk, making sure not to interrupt Ridro's conversation with the Night Mother. The last seat at the table was empty. And the Valenwood representetive, a bosmer woman named Belna was standing against a shadowed wall. She didn't talk much.

Ridro brought his attention back to the Night Mother as he realized she was talking.

OOC: Edit: I realised I forgot to include a valenwood representative><. Ravanger, if you want to edit yours to comment on her as well.

IC: Before replying to Ra'qhan, Alarosi watched as he looked around the room. Once he had stopped distracting himself, Alarosi replied to him.

"Yes, I am doing well, and I'm looking forward to working with you."

Alarosi then took the oppurtunity to examine the room more carefully. She ignored the fanciful chandiler and other decorations which dotted the room. After all, the room was so badly decorated that one didn't want to focus on it and risk being distracted. She quickly skipped over the tired Renal, and instead looked to the two nords. They seemed rather close, and it only took a few moments for Alarosi to realize that they were related to one another. Taking note of that, she examined the orc and breton, before turning her attention to Iryanil. She considered addressing him, if only as a means of causing him to stutter about when his attentive listening session is interrupted. Finally, she returned her attention to Ra'qhan, and asked a simple question.

"Ra'Qhan, do you know when the argonian will be getting here?"

OOC:I suppose I am in the unique position of changing character's during my post, no? So I think I'll have Ridro respond before we jump into Cut's story^^

IC: "Meh, that lazy fool. I told him to get here days ago. I have no idea what could be holding him, he is fairly capable, I taught him myself."

Underneath his hard exterior, Ridro really was worried for the Argonian. He had taught him personally since he first came upon the organization years ago, and he wanted him to be here to recieve his position of honor. And to finalize all deals concerning the Shadowscales. Blast it, Cut! What are you doing?!


OOC: Switching to Cuts-His-Heart

IC: Cut woke silently to the sound of voices. He opened his eyes and tilted his head with as little movement as possible to see who was there. He searched his small forested camp in the dark, eyes well adjusted to the night, and found several intruders.

A mix of races, all starting to ruffle through his limited possessions. A nord was poking around his bag of food; an imperial looked at Cut's quiver, tied to a tree to keep it dry. Another nord had found Cut's supply of books and was picking them up and looking at them; Cut doubted he could read. A last man, a Breton stood watching his fellows. He wore a dark robe that indicated he was a mage, the rest wore mixes of fur armor. The nords had war-hammers and the imperial had a long sword.

Silently as possible, Cut reached to his belt for his ever-present throwing knives. He drew four and placed three in his left hand, keeping the other one in his right. Without getting up, Cut removed his blanket and threw two knives in one smooth motion. They both flew straight at their targets, one hit the mage in the chest and the other got a lucky hit in the side of the book-nord's head. The nord crumpled immediately, but the mage staggered, he cried ot.

Their companions didn't even realize what had happened until the mage fell. By that time, the other two knives struck the imperial in the side and leg. Cut drew two more and jumped up into a stand. The nord had enough time to turn to him and draw his hammer before he was struck in the throat. The imperial was still concious and bleeding on the ground, screaming loudly. Cut was annoyed at the sound and threw his last drawn knife at the man's face, it struck him in the cheek, ran through and pierced the back of his throat. His screams ended with a wet gurgle.

After Cut retrieved his knives and replaced his possesions, he tried, without success to get back to sleep. The bandits stunk like alchohol and blood. He decided if he couldn't sleep, he might as well start moving. I am behind schedule, after all. Forced to start three days late because some tribal leader died back in Greenspring and a Shadowscale initiate required him to go through the necessary legal procedures. Weeshu, Nagas leader had died and left Cut a considerable piece of political power. Cut now owned five tribes in inner Argonia, all ready to supply Shadowscales to the Tong. It meant good news for the organization, but it also made Cut late.

He was still four days journey from the meeting, and would get there three days late if he didn't stop to make camp again. He estimated he was about halfway between Riverhold and the Imperial City, and had gotten his only sleep since the start of his journey three days earlier. But he needed to get there, it was quite possibly one of the most important meetings of his life so far. The culmination of his years of training and political nonsense would soon come to fruition, the Shadowscales would soon have a direct deal with the Tong, and he was about the become representative of his entire young country.

Cut finished tying his bag of food and quiver to his back. He placed his bow over them, and took one book from his bag to take with him, The Black Arrow Volume II, and left the rest behind. He began running, at a speed that would be considered a full sprint for a normal man, but was a comfortable jog for Cut, naturally gifted and intensely trained. He figured he would be on time if he made no breaks.

OOC: Cut will burst in on the meeting in the nick of time. We'll only have made a bit of small talk and covered a little news from each person on how their region is going. We might need to wait until woolymammoth returns, he won't be back till monday X(

ok it was too late to edit my previous post so heres his amped up version, hope its to your likings

Name: Fallus
Nickname: Shakes
Race: Khajit
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthsign: The Thief

Height: 5'8

Faction: Morag Tong
Rank: Associate - mainly does freelance work but decided to be part of the bigger picture this time around after hearing of the last hit The Tong made.

Appearance: dark brown fur with occasional black streaks jetting accoss his body, long black flowing mane. black and brown streaked tail. one black eye, one gray due to a scuffle with a guard that resulted in loss of his right eye.

Behavior: rarely smiles, but when he seldom does, people have figured out it meant that a target was near. He is always nervous, and always looking around thinking everything is a trap. is constantly shaking (like parkinsons),

Class: Acrobat/ assassin

Skills: Sneak/stealth, hand to hand, blade(short sword, dagger) marksman

Abilities: very quiet when running, high endurance like a marathon runner, moderately fast, can blend in some surroundings, like woods, high grass

Equipment: Brown hooded cloak that usually conceals his face, (allows him to blend in surroundings), short bow, steel short sword, dagger, healing potion, brown leather grieves, boots, and gloves

Magic: just some healing spells, basic

History: Fallus was born on the streets to fend for himself, which inevitably led him to a life of crime, stealing for food. Soon he found out about the thieves guild and was easily accepted and eventually becoming a respected thief until one day his position was compromised and he had to kill a high priest, who he was stealing from. Which led to his expulsion from the guild. But he liked what he did, and it made him feel alive, the rush of the kill. So he began his new business as a mercenary assassin to the highest bidder. But then he heard of the morag tong and was impressed by the thought of a guild like assassins club. So here he is

Starting location: talos plaza district

OOC: Alright, I have been requested to write one more section, from Ridro's point of view. A little talk will begin, then Cut arrives and the meeting begins with either Claud or the Night Mother talking. Here we go^^

IC: Ridro was fed up waiting to begin the meeting. Claud had decided to postpone it for thirty minutes in case Cut showed up. So they were all forced to sit and chat for half an hour, Ridro was mostly asked where his subordinate was. The kahjiit was furious.

"For the last time, no, Umna, I do not know what is taking Cut so long!" Ridro raised his voice, just under a raspy shout, after the Orsimeri leader of High Rock asked him for the third time.
"Well so-orry, I thought you might know where your pupil is. It doesn't look good for his tribe to show up late." Umna said, baiting Ridro.
Ridro knew he couldn't ruin something so important to Cut, so he checked his temper. He released his breath slowly, with closed eyes before he answered again, completely composed "I'm sorry, Umna, he must have gotten hung up by something political. He certainly was harmed, I can be sure of that."
"Alright. He's only got another ten minutes, we have to start soon." Umna said, crossing his large green arms and leaning back.

Looking around once more, Ridro found most people were either reclining, talking, or, in Renal's case, actually sleeping. Belna, the Bosmer representative had her hood down, but Ridro couldn't tell if she was asleep or not. The Night Mother had her usual smile on, Claud was annoyed looking as ever, and Iryanil was still looking around excitedly. The nords were talking to each other, making jokes, apparently. A few lesser officials had streamed in, hoping the meeting had started already. Five or six robed figures stood around the room, leaning on walls or sitting on spare chairs. The candles on the table were already dripping wax on their stands.

Ridro was ready to fall asleep himself, when the doors opened quietly. A hooded figure slipped in, and the majority of the room turned to look. Most looked away again, thinking it was another minor official, but Ridro knew. That figure was too tall, and only one Argonian he knew had a tail so long and skinny. Ridro said nothing, and watched the figure silently take his seat at the end of the table. He removed his hood as several representatives tried to talk with him at once.

Iryanil was first, being he was sitting right across from Cut "Greetings, Argonian. How are you, what kept you?"

Cut looked at the elf with the same glare that he regarded everyone with. His emotionless features and intimidating appearance made Iryanil shrink back in fear, but he regained his smile quickly.

Umna, less intimidated by the tall Argonian, asked him again "What kept ya', Cut, was it?"

"Cuts-His-Heart, and I had to stay in Riverhold due to a slight problem." Cut hissed, not bothering to conceal his needle-like black fangs.

"Well, we're glad to have you, Cuts-His-Heart. You can fill us in on what happened once we reach your topic of discussion. The Shadowscales, correct?" The Night Mother addressed Cut with her biggest smile, dark, dunmer face dimpling at the edges.

"Yes, ma'am." Cut hissed once more, Ridro could tell that Cut was shocked at the woman's lack of fear of him. What Ridro could not tell was whether Cut was happy or angry about it.

A moments silence, then, Claud sat up rigidly. He took up a nearby dagger, and hit the table with the handle, producing a large boom. Renal woke with a start, looking around, seeing Cut, and composing himself. Belna, the bosmer representative stood up silently and walked towards the table as Claud spoke "Let the meeting begin. Alarosi, if you would announce the first order of businness, please."

IC: Alarosi looked towards Claud as he asked her to introduce the first topic. coward was the first thing to come to mind. She looked around the room, before locking onto the form of the near black, fanged, and clawed Cuts-his-heart.

"Well then, considering the flare with which our most recent company entered the room, I find it only appropriate that we start this meeting by discussing the issue of the shadowscales. Now, I'm quite certain we all are interested in having the shadowscales join the tong, but the question is; what region will they operate in? Who here can offer our argonian friend something worthy of the shadowscales?"

Alarosi paused, hoping that others would lay out their figurative cards first. Suprisingly, it was Iryanil who made his bid first.

"I can offer magickal supplies and equipment to your people cut."

The Orc representative then added his proposal, saying that "I can top that! I'll provide an army's worth of high quality Orchish armor."

Finally, the Night mother herself decided to bid her offer.

"Cut, in exchange for morrowind being the sole recipient of the shadowscales I will cripple the house Dres slave trade."

This offer was suprising, and there was a commotion among the multitudes as they mulled over how exactly they were going to best this offer.

Fallus looked around for leader Claud's house. He submerged himself in the shadows and crept along avoiding anything he could so as not to be followed. Nearing his destination, he peeked around the corner t see if any guard was making his rounds, to his relief there was none, he rounded the corner and found the house of the esteemed leader. He peered in the window to see if there was any activity. To his surprise he saw none, his hand started to shake.

"Surely they must be here." He whispered to himself, "Fallus, you're a lune, they wouldn't display the meeting right here for anyone to see."

Fallus reached for the door, it was locked. "Damn it all! This would happen to me, hurry, hurry, you must get in before some one sees. Surely you will ruin it for everyone if you are caught." Fallus attempted to pick the lock, no luck, but he expected nothing better. He moved over to the window, still covered by the darkness, and peered in again, a door was open a crack inside, seemed like it led to the basemant. That's where it must be, Fallus thought to himself. "Break in." He said to himself. He took off his glove revealing his claws, he swiftly ran his claw around the perimeter of the window until he ran in to the lock, he jammed his claw up and in and he heard a click. He quietly opened the window and slipped inside. "Thieves guild payed off." He slowly walked over to the door that was slightly opened, there he heard the faint sound of voices, not the most friendly sounding either. His arm started to twitch, he went for the door, knocked for courtesy and slowly opened it, He was met with a room full of shady characters all glaring at him. Their eyes piercing his flesh. "I am but a friend, sorry I am late." Their glares did not dies down, his arm still twitching, The night Mother was closest to him, he was awed in the presence of her. No one said anything. "Ugh, I am Fallus, I might not be not near as important as you fine folks, but I am willing to give you my life for your cause, it would be my honor to be of your use." Fallus bowed slightly.

OoC: Unexpected, alex, but I like the realit yof the situation. I would never dare to interrupt a direct question^^

IC: Cut was ready to answer, when he was interrupted by a strange khajiit. First there was a strange knock, and all turned to look. Surely no one would dare to interrupt such an important meeting now. Who is that? Cut thought as the door creaked open. The khajiit poked his head in, and his brown, furry body followed.

He stood slightly smaller than Cut's master, and had mahogany fur, with black streaks in no apparent pattern across his body. His most striking feature was his long black mane, but his strangest were his eyes. His right one was grey, sealed shut with a scar, and his left was black. He stood with his paws up in front of him, shaking noticeably. His expression showed more suspicion than respect, or fear even!

He spoke in a soft voice "I am but a friend, sorry I am late." Cut noticed his arm was twitching in the strangest manner. The khajiit grew even more wide eyed, and stared at the council. Whe nhe noticed the Night Mother, he looked as if he was about to jump back out the door.

"Ugh, I am Fallus, I might not be not near as important as you fine folks, but I am willing to give you my life for your cause, it would be my honor to be of your use." The khajiit, who Cut know knew was named Fallus, gave a small, awkward bow. The room was dead silent, until Cut's master broke it with a peal of loud, raspy laughter. He rocked back in his chair, and slapped his knee.

"You want to join us? The Morag Tong council?!" Ridro said through chuckles "Start a little lower, boy! We might be able to use you as an Associate."

Cut stared at poor little Fallus as he stammered out a response.

OoC: Sorry if stammered wasn't right, or anything. I was just looking at how he talked.

OOC: no problem, I'm glad I accidentally changed it up a bit.=)

Fallus miserably failed at an appropriate entrance. And seeing as he was way out ranked, there was little he could do, or say to change what the wiser Khajiit had said. he was a little embarrassed, be he has done worse. His tried to control his shaking, which was not from fear, but a condition hes had since he was young. He clutched his arm to stop, but he already knew it was apparent to every soul in the room that it was a problem, especially to the elderly Khajiit, who watched him with a wry grin. He had bigger ears than most of his race, which seemed to stick out almost as more as his chopped off mane, maybe it was a sign of his power to not have a mane, but Fallus quite enjoyed his flowing dark one, and took pride in it even. Fallus met eyes with the elderly Khajiit and stared into his mysterious dark brown eyes, Fallus, even though being laughed at by this same man, had a great respect for the elder just from his noble appearance, he broke away and looked downward so as not to offend him. He then looked back up to address the room. But noticed the death look the argonian was giving him, he must have interrupted. his dark red piercing eyes attempting to intimidate Fallus' along with his black dyed spikes, yet he seem pretty skinny. For a moment fallus thought he could take him one on one before remembering that argonian is probably a crazed killer that could end him before he even knew he was going to be killed. He continued on...

"Associate...well who am I to decline in the presence of the most skilled assassins in this part of the realm, surely i must accept or probably face grotesque consequences." He turned to the esteemed Night Mother. "I am terribly sorry to interrupt you, oh great Night Mother, please forgive me for I did not mean such intrusion and disrespect. Also I apologize to the owner of this house, for interrupting, but you also might need another window. But if I may ask you fine fellows another question? May I at least stick around for the meeting? I mean I do believe greatly in your cause, I may not be as superbly experienced as you, but I do quite enjoy the thrill of the kill, and the thieves guild has taught me well, so I do know may way around most places if that may be of some help. Especially the palace dungeons. Over the years I have compiled a full schedule of the guards positions throughout the week and who works when and where and how far he goes. I thought it may be of use to you, it certainly helped me during my thieving days...I'm sorry I talk too much, so what is your answer great ones?" He tried to think of a good noun but that's all that came out, he didn't want to seem desperate but he was sure everyone in this room had huge egos and loved to be lavished in compliments to go along with their certain cockiness.. But he just bowed to them and let out a smooth grin as he came back to his normal stance.

IC: Alarosi was eager to hear Cut's response when a khajiit burst into the room, asking to join them. She found it somewhat amusing that he seemed to jump out of his own fur upon seeing her, and it was even more amusing to listen to Ridro's retort of his request. The Khajiit, with his flowing mane and striped fur, certainly had a unique apperance, but for some reason, he was shaking almost uncontrollably. Unfortunately, he lost his chance of being treated with dignity when he tried to appear gracious for his position as associate.

"Associate...well who am I to decline in the presence of the most skilled assassins in this part of the realm, surely i must accept or probably face grotesque consequences."

"I am terribly sorry to interrupt you, oh great Night Mother, please forgive me for I did not mean such intrusion and disrespect. Also I apologize to the owner of this house, for interrupting, but you also might need another window. But if I may ask you fine fellows another question? May I at least stick around for the meeting? I mean I do believe greatly in your cause, I may not be as superbly experienced as you, but I do quite enjoy the thrill of the kill, and the thieves guild has taught me well, so I do know may way around most places if that may be of some help. Especially the palace dungeons. Over the years I have compiled a full schedule of the guards positions throughout the week and who works when and where and how far he goes. I thought it may be of use to you, it certainly helped me during my thieving days...I'm sorry I talk too much, so what is your answer great ones?"



Having lost any reason to treat this man well do to his grovelling, she immediately stood up, grabbed him by the mane, and slammed his face into the table.

"Take note, I despise those that grovel. Its pathetic. Now go sit in a corner."

Slowly, the night mother sat back down.

"Now cut, you looked like you were about to say something."

Fallus used the wrong approach, which led to him bleeding through the nose profusely. The Night Mother had surprised him not giving him enough time to brace himself for impact. Fallus let a wide smile cross his face before letting out a small chuckle, he let the blood run freely over his mane and his brown cloak as he made his way around everyone to take a seat. He licked the blood from his lips and gave and laid his eyes upon the Night Mother. So this is the life I want, he thought. He smiled again but this time at the Night Mother, who was paying attention to the Argonian named Cut, to his knowledge, his eyes quickly shifted over to him.