Aria was watching the centre of the yard so intently that she didn't notice the black-robed figure creeping up behind her. Just before she noticed, he grabbed her, putting one hand over her mouth, and grabbed her shoulder with his other hand.
"Don't worry, I'm from Black Inc," he whispered. "We need to go."
Aria followed him to the entrance of the sewers. Once they had pulled up a manhole cover, looking just like a broken paving stone, they climbed into the sewers. The figure pulled back his hood to reveal himself as a Dummer, with a facial tattoo of one of the Great Houses.
"So now what?" Aria asked.
"We wait for the others."

It seemed that this particular redguard was either extremely stupid or a madman. He raised his sword and charged into the room swinging his blade like there was no tomorrow. The guy had obviously lost it, chances are, one of the people in the room could probably easily go behind him after one of the swings and stab him. Elusmyr was curious about this one, though, so he decided on a non-lethal solution.

Elusmyr raised his hand, and a rust read beam of light streamed out of it, connecting with the redguard's blade. Elusmyr really, really, didn't want to see that blade come to harm, but then again, there were others for his collection, which he hoped was safe back in the Imperial City.

The blade turned slightly red, and rusted, with cracks appearing and flakes of metal going loose. Drawing his sword, Elusmyr charged the Redguard, hoping that he could break the sword with a parry or a block.

Cyrus watched as his own sword crumbled before his eyes. It was over for him now. With no weapons and trapped in a room full of madmen he was doomed. And as he watched his sword crumbled an altmer began to move in for an attack. Cyrus could only think fast, he quickly scooped up some sand and through it in the Altmers face, blinding him. Then while the Altmer was stunned, he ran up and gently knocked him to the ground. Cyrus now stepped back from the quickly growing hostile crowd.

"Look guys." Cyrus began. "Lets talk this out. I'm sure some under payed guards like you don't mind killing a high payed Navy man like myself. But have a heart guys!" Cyrus pleaded. "Now I know you guys were probably bought off cheap because you can't do [censored]. But theres nothin wrong with not being able find a job because your worthless." Cyrus said not knowing the men dressed like guards were actual prisoners.

As Elusmyr charged the man, then suddenly the man made a throwing motion and Elusmyr's eyes went black and he felt a horrible stringing pain erupt in his eyes. He grabbed his eyes and stumbled back a few steps. What the [censored]? How did he get sand in a cl-' His thoughts were interrupted by a mass of weight crashing into him and sending him flying to the floor.

Elusmyr rolled around the floor, shaking his head trying to get the sand out. "You bastard!" he roared. His eyes felt like they'd been stabbed with a hot poker. He blinked wildly and eventually some of the sand cleared away. He stumbled up to hear a barrage of insults from the now disarmed and surrounded guard. He was dazed, and his vision was blurry. He made out the figure of the Redguard to his left, and raised his sword and charged. He ran into someone, and they both went flying to the floor. He looked around as he tumbled and saw he had ran into the Imperial and fell.

Raves was surprised and dismayed when the Redguard did not respond to the light, joking tone of his voice, but instead launched an attack. Raves, in his weakened state, could only fall sideways to avoid the charge. Deciding he rather liked sitting down at the moment (with everything still spinning as it was), he scooted off to one side.

He laughed as the guardsman ran off and hid, and the Argonian, Meer, seemed more interested in the Redguard's armor than in fighting (and who could blame him? That stuff was Akaviri! Raves' thief instincts were screaming for him to get his hands on a set!).

"Look guys," the Redguard panted, after having knocked the Necromancer down, "Lets talk this out. I'm sure some under payed guards like you don't mind killing a high payed Navy man like myself. But have a heart guys! Now I know you guys were probably bought off cheap because you can't do [censored]. But theres nothin wrong with not being able find a job because your worthless."

Elusmyr was trying to pick himself up, though he seemed to run afoul of Larry. Whether the Imperial knocked him down by accident or design, Raves wasn't sure, but the situation needed to be diffused fast.

Raves' laughed at the Redguard's words. He was still in a sitting position, and he held his hands up to show he was unarmed. "Hey, you were the one who attacked first, genius. We're not hostile. In fact, we're not even guards. Well, except for that one..." he gestured vaguely toward where Saul had taken refuge. Raves lowered his voice to a stage whisper and winked. "...but he's not a very good one."

He really hoped that his friendly tone got through this time: he was injured, unarmed and unarmored, and sitting on the floor... if the Redgaurd decided to attack him, he'd pretty assuredly be a dead mer.

Cyrus calmed down for a moment after hearing the dunmers words. "Oh man I thought you were just some crazy guards killing people for the fun of it." he then walked over and helped the altmer he had knocked down up and tried to get some dirt off him. He then walked back over to the dunmer and spoke. "By the way" he said shaking the dunmers hand. "I'm Cyrus. Who might you guys be?"

Saul peeked his head out of the closet and walked back out feeling proud as to sure he was really spooked.

"Don't need to thank me, no need.... i just stopped the fight.... ok i didnt" Saul said as they looked at him. then he confessed, he looked at Raves
"Hey im not a guard anymore... well they still think im working for them but im not, im keeping the uniform as a disguise... plus its one of the most comfortable armors i've ever worn!" he says
He looked at Cyrus and continued on. "Im Saul... to be honest you spooked me, because i aint never seen a blade here... but now i know your a prisoner im less scared!" he said
"Now if you don't mind... i think we need to split up! ill meet you guys at the sewers if you can make it... for now to not cause attention im going to go out and patrol and make it look like im still patrolling even though im gonna work on breaking out more prisoners... if were gonna survive out there i need my own mercanary group!" he says then walks out the door behind Cyrus and makes his way down to the stairs leading to a few cells.

He goes around looking at through thew cells at the prisoners who were well asleep. he sees about four tough looking imperials and an orc, conveniently all in the same cell. he reads the clipboard posted by the cell door, he sees the names and what they did... though by the way it looked in the cell, two of the four imperials were dead, probably from fighting over food, the orc stayed in one corner while the two remaining imperials stayed in the other corner, He bangs the bars with his sword to make them up.

"Wake up prisoners... todays your lucky day... your gonna follow me out... now get up and put these on" he said as he opened the door and gave the three guard uniforms, gave the orc a mace, one imperial a claymore and the other a steel sword. "Now lets go... no doubt the sewers are going to be guarded" he says

"i need names..." Saul enquired
"My names Lyle... though ive been in here so long i forgot my last name... i think everybody did if you stay in here long enough" Lyle says
"Im Ceril... uhh... Stonewall i think..." Ceril said
"And im Frelak Gro-Jugishilag" the Orc said
"Great i dont need to know who you are just names... when we get out of here i want you to be apart of my crew... if you can survive that is... now lets go" Saul yelled


Running past prisoners desperate to escape Saul decides he doesnt have time to get everyone out. He comes to a standstill as he hits a wall that wasnt there. he fell to the ground on his back and looks up to see a Imperial with red eyes standing over him in a black robe.

"Greetings Saul... How nice of you to bring Black Inc. some recruits... I... I am Malak" he said to Saul
"Look these are my guys... i dont need Dark Brotherhood to kill me i didnt do anything wrong!" Saul says with anger
"Calm down... I have need of these prisoners... and you... i think... i've been watching you... i seen the bad you did to these prisoners... but now you come to your senses... here take this, its a note don't read it till you get out of here... the guards are well known that you betrayed them... Elder Council has spies in this prisoner... some appear to look like prisoners themselves and just guards and mercs like yourselves... your uniform will do you no good anymore... and these guards in Alkatroz don't take kindly to people like you who betray them... so when you get out... read the note..." Malak says, as he turns invisible and walks away.

Saul looked around, in complete disgust... in shock he walks, then paces then runs to the sewers., in the midst of being quite aways from there

[ooc] I'll be here on weekends and sometimes odd moments in the week, but I've got some..er.. fun things on my plate right now and won't be as active as usual for a while. Weekdays, Darkom is lord and master of Karst, so be nice to him and don't scream at him for character controlling 'er. Now excuse me while she goes a bit insane. :rolleyes:[/ooc]

Karst felt like an outsider in her own skin. Her limbs moved to free the murderer of their own volition, independent of her mind. Fear of death compelled her to unleash the straitjacketed man, though she wondered still if she was dooming herself to an end worse than what she'd find on the end of a guardsman's blade. The mer had eaten people, for Mara's sake!

'You have too, you know.' A part of her mind whispered to her with eerie gentleness. The memory sent a shiver of revulsion through her.

"I would have starved to death if I hadn't, though! It's different!" Karst defended herself indignantly from her mind, "This sick [censored] did it because he enjoyed it!"

'But you came to enjoy the flavor of his blood. You had water after the second day since you killed that bandit, but you drank it anyway,' the other part of her retorted, 'Can't blame that on necessity. You still enjoy it and you know it.'

Karst couldn't deny it. She'd tried to forget that she'd ever done such a thing, even in the name of survival. She'd tried to forget how she'd drank a man dry in an alleyway in Elsweyr who'd tried to mug her. And, for the most part, she had, until now. Her eyes teared up and the Khajiit froze, unsure what to do. She couldn't even figure out what she wanted to do. This morning, she was two months into a two year sentence, after which she'd be allowed to go home. Now she was marked for death, setting a murderer free to kill men who were just doing their jobs and being taunted by her own mind. She wondered if perhaps she could hide and go unnoticed until she could make a run for it. But then what? After she fled, she'd be a wanted escapee. She couldn't go home. Maybe death wouldn't be so bad after all..

As Karst wrestled with herself, one of the armed men came for her, jerking her from her thoughts with a yell as he charged. In that instant, staring at the shortsword aimed for her throat, she made up her mind. It was him or her, and she'd be damned if she was going to lay down and die.

An angry scream tore from her throat as he closed, and the cat ducked, barely missing being impaled though her neck, reflex and instinct jerking control of her motor functions from her just in time to save her life. She turned the dodge into an offensive blow, uncoiling from her duck by springing shoulder-first into her assailant's chest. The armor took most of the energy, but she managed to stagger him just enough. The guard made to grab her by the throat so he could make sure she was still enough to kill this time, but Karst met his hand with her mouth before it got there and, with a crunch of cartilage her sharp teeth cut into his flesh. He screamed and pulled back.

Had Karst had full control of herself, she'd have been lost at this point, not knowing what to do with the opportunity that had just presented itself. Hopped up on adrenaline and with her survival instincts in control her actions, she had no such problems. She did to him what he meant for her, her claws digging into the sides of his neck as she grasped him, then hit him with a surge of electricity. In pulling back, he wounded himself further on her claws, red life liquid now staining most of her hands. With her senses heightened by the adrenaline in her veins, she could smell it, a thick, warm metallic scent. To her likely later horror, she wasted no time in attacking again, and this time it was her teeth that found purchase on his neck as she tackled him to the ground. The taste filling her mouth pushed her to bite harder, and a chunk of flesh came off. Within a short few seconds, he passed out from shock and continued to exsanguinate.

Standing from her kill, she retrieved his blade and dropped into a battle stance, steel in one hand and lightning in the other. In her near-feral mindset, she'd kill them all without a second thought if she could. Growling, teeth bared, the small Khajiit waited for the next one, her hands and mouth as red as her hair.

OOC: Aula and Jonas, we should finish up our respective fun quickly, so we can catch up with the others. Thanks.

IC: The murderous Breton replied with a wide smile, holding up his makeshift knife, "Ah yes my good Doctor, I would be happy to bring them an end with my little friend here."

Baal chuckled, shaking his slim head, 'Amature,' he thought, smoothing back his dark hair. The Breton bent down and picked up a dagger and spear from the guard he had killed, throwing the former towards Baal.

"I take it you'll want a weapon, no? It never hurts to have one." The tall Breton laughed softly, turning towards a fast approaching legionnaire. The man raised his weapon, speaking to Baal while still facing away, "Well, my Dunmeri friend. Lets get on with this macabre ceremony, shall we?"

Baal regarded the strange man, picking up the small dagger absentmindedly, deciding whether he was worth keeping around or not. The Breton was rather slim, and his meat looked a tad too tough for Baal's tastes. 'Though I suppose the organs would still be good.'

The Dunmer was brought out of his thoughts as an armed guard quickly approached Karst. He considered helping her, wetting the already slick ground once more, but decided against it as the Khajiit gave a fierce cry. Baal smiled, watching the fight as if he were in the arena stands.

Baal looked up once more at the guard's scream, delighted to find Karst had bitten his hand. The Khajiit continued her counter assault, her clawed paw wrapping around the Imperial's throat. A surge of what looked like magic forced the man backwards, stumbling at the unexpected resistance. Karst leaped forwards, tackling the legionnaire, taking a large hunk of flesh from the doomed soldier's neck.

Baal clapped his hands together as the Khajiit stood, the soldier's sword ready in her blood stained paws. He continued clapping as he approached from behind, laughing his cold laugh as he did so.

"Wonderful, Karstine, simply wonderful! Couldn't have done better myself, I knew you had that special something in you." The Dunmer clapped the slim Khajiit on the back fondly, turning to see the battle fire still raging in her eyes. His smile grew, wrapping the half elf in a detached hug. Suddenly, the psychopath spotted a guard running towards them, longsword in hand, preparing to impale the Khajiit from behind.

"Tut tut," Baal whispered, catching the man's blue eyes, the Breton's dagger held by the tip in his left hand, his arm still wrapped around Karst. A lazy flick of his wrist sent the steel flying, end over end, towards the man. The surprise froze on his face as the dagger struck the man below his belt, blood pouring down his leg as the femoral artery burst, a painful and deadly blow.

The guard fell to his knees, dropping his sword as he made a vain attempt to staunch the bleeding. Baal drew back from the embrace, patting Karst on the shoulder once more, still smiling, before striding towards his most recent victim. The Dunmer kicked up the bloodied longsword, catching it expertly in his hand, twirling the sword as he waited for his next opponent.

"Just a while longer, my dear. A little bloodsport before freedom never hurt."

Francis watched as Karstine had her sick encounter with the guard, and Baal as he congratulated her and so expertly dispatched an oncoming guard. Good company was a good thing at the moment, and truly Francis had some rather devious and deadly acquaintances at his side. But he couldn't help but think that Baal wanted to eat him. And of course, knowing quite a bit about Baal, he knew in the back of his mind that Baal thought Francis was below him, amateur at best. But Francis knew better. While this wide array of thoughts wrapped themselves around Francis' conscience, he saw Baal use his foot to flick a sword up into his had.

The fight was now going to be raised. Two guards, brave or stupid it mattered not, stood facing the three killers, two of which had partaken in the quenching of a thirst for blood. Francis had the spear in his right hand, tip facing downward. One guard began to maneuver left, separating from the other as the other did the same, somehow hoping to flank the three Francis guessed. Fools, idiots, this is insulting , Francis mused to himself. In a lightning paced and artfully martial manner he did an odd leap into the air, twirling as he did he threw his cloak onto the oncoming guard along with the spear.

The cloak, and spear, were now pinned to the guard, who gurgled, coughed blood, and fell dead. Since the cloak held no meaning to Francis, he left it along with the spear. "Well, how about you now?" Francis asked the other guard, who was now facing Karstine and Baal.

"I'll just leave him to you two I suppose." Francis smiled wickedly. He cleaned his shiv and retrieved a steel short-sword from the guard he had impaled. Lashing it to his belt, Francis sprinted up against the wall and climbed as if he were a spider on a web. Dispatching an archer, making ready to fire an arrow at Baal, by rapidly stabbing his chest with both blades in his hands.

Then Francis leaped off the wall and rolled, recovering onto his feet in a casual stride. He waited as to what Baal and Karstine would do to the hapless guard before them. But they had better make it quick, because the riot was dieing, and the guards were noticing the blood-bath that had taken place in the dark corner where the three killers stood.

[ooc] Here, since this is likely my last post before I vanish for the rest of the week, I'll take care of Karst for you for a while. Sorry if the post's rubbish, though; my brain's a little hazy today. [/ooc]

Hanniel's words echoed in Karst's ears, distant despite him standing next to her. The doctor seemed almost proud of her for something, though she couldn't quite grasp the point of what he was telling her in her state. Before she had any time to attempt a thought at it, something hit her in the back. It wasn't a hard blow, but she jerked her head over nonetheless and her right arm coiled to kill whatever it was that had touched her. When she did so, she saw Baal, standing much closer to her than she'd expected. And then he did something she really didn't expect: he hugged her. Staring stupidly, Karst watched him casually dispatch an assailant coming at her from behind, hugging her one-armed all the while, and after he'd done so, the Dunmer let go, patted her on the back and kicked the dead man's blade into his hand.

The whole strange ordeal kick-started her brain again, knocking Karst out of her animalistic rage. Peering down at the man she'd just slain, the Khajiit stared in horror at the gaping hole she'd bitten in his neck, his crimson body fluids staining her hands, some of it burnt from the lightning she'd used. Blinking in disbelief, Karst backed up, dropping the sword from her hands and shaking.

"Oh gods..," she whispered, voice laden with fear and disgust, "What have I done? I.. I killed him.. with my.."

Clutching her gut, the cat doubled over and retched, getting a second taste of the blood she'd consumed as it came back up. The bile that followed with it burned her throat and made her cough, and once again tears filled her eyes. Reflex saved her from falling, a bloodstained hand grabbing onto Baal's shoulder as she began to feel faint. Karst trembled, her grip on the murderer tightening as the strength in her legs left her. She tried to take a step, but slipped, corrected herself just enough to fall into the man instead of away from him, and had to bring her other arm up around his neck to hold herself. Words failed her entirely now and so, instead of trying to speak, she cried. After but a few seconds, fatigue and shock combined and Karst gently slipped from consciousness.

OOC: Okay well since no one in my group is posting ill just get this thing on the road. Lets all start to make our ways to the sewers so we can escape.

Before anyone could say another word a chilly air started to fill the room. At first there was silence, but then out from the shadows stepped a Khajiit. He was standing there in a dark green robe and was wearing a gold amulet with a ruby inside of it. From the looks of it it was pretty easy to tell he was a mage, but he had a certain look to him. The Khajiit looked ruff and mean, and he looked like he was well built as well. You could tell that you wouldn't want to cross paths with him.

The Khajiit stood there for a moment and looked at all the men and women in the room. Then spoke, "Well now, I can tell that the Book Master was right to pick you guys." The Khajiit was now staring at the large mass of bodies that were placed around the room. "Yes, yes I can tell were going to make great use of you. But enough talk we need to hurry on to the sewers guys."

Cyrus blinked in amazement. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Oh my yes how rude of me. I am a member of Black Incorporated. We're a group that's focused on the systematic collapse of Cyrodils government, and the changing of Cyrodils history." The cat said.

"Changing history? In what way?" Cyrus asked raising one eyebrow.

".... Well now, I wish I could answer that one for you." The cat shook his head. "But sadly i'm an apprentice and I have no idea what the Black Incorporated elders and The Book Master are planning. Very secretive."

Cyrus still confused spoke once more. "Okay then well can you at least tell me who you are?" Cyrus was a little frustrated with the small amount of info the man was telling him.

"Oh I'm sorry, most people usually want to know more about our guild then the people in it. Yes well my name is Ri'soga, I'm an assassin for Black Incorporated." The Khajiit said in a fancy tone.

"Assassin? So your like the dark brotherhood?" Cyrus asked curiously.

"Ha ha ha." the Khajiit laughed. "They're just petty murders who kill some beggar in a dark alley in the middle of nowhere! We kill bigger targets, we're all about political assassinations here. Counts, countesses, Kings, and queens all fall victim to our blade. We don't do it secretly either, we like people to see, we like the people we hate to be made an example of. We don't worry about the small murders, we're more focused on the big hard jobs." Ri'soga then took out a napkin and wiped the sweat off his fur. "Now lets get out of here. I know you have lots of questions. But if we don't leave no we're dead meat!" Ri'soga then herded everyone through the door and they began to make their way to the sewers.

Saul and his trio ran through cells and cells and more cells till they reached the stairs to the basemant. they reached a locked door, the only thing Saul did was charge the door and break it down, as sure enough he tackled the door and he fell door. he door stayed in place then he gave it a slight push and it fell down as well. Saul gets up to brush himself off! he givesa a hang signal to the orc to go in first. the floor underneath him caved in and the imperials follwed him, hence they were covered in the wastes of the sewers.

"Aaahhhh you gotte be kidding me, im covered in Nord [censored]..." said one of the imperial
"Im covered in Argonian and Khajiit [censored]!" said the second imperial
"Im covered in Imperial [censored]!" the Orc chuckled
"Okay be quiet on whos covered in whos poo! we gotta get out of here! and the sewer gate is nearby" Saul said

The four walked down with arms drawn, the imperial with the mace, the imperial with a claymore and the orc wielding two maces... Saul had his elven short sword drawn. they followed the way and found out that they were going the wrong way. they started running the other way and soon found the door to the exit. a iron caged door leading over a stone bridge. the walked over the bridge. they soon walked across but heard guard pvssyr down the hallway.

"We need to be very quiet-" Saul tried to explain but they Orc let out the loudest burp you will ever hear from an Orc. one of the imperials purged from the disgusting odor and threw up what he had eaten. they soon found out to be discovered by the guards.

"Ohhh [censored]! CHARGE!" Saul yelled

The orc running the fastest he gets pissed off and beserks into rage. throwing an imperial guard over to the door. breaking both arms from another guard and biting ones head off. Saul stopped as he never seen such a savage orc. he starts running and stabs a guard in the back. he sees the orc pick up his Mace but soon comes to a fist fight with a nord. the two imperials defending their position at the exit but its locked. they find a set of keys and start tinkering with different keys to try and open the sewer exit. one imperial drops his claymore and runs over to try and stab the nord but the nord throwsa the orc over to Saul and breaks Lyle's neck. the other imperial drops whatever hes doing and jumps on the Nord stabbing his back, overall he stabbed the nord about seven times tthen he gets picked up by the Nord and the nord drops the imperial on his knee and breaks his back, paralyzing im and killing him. the Orc gets back and and charges the Nord. saul sneeks up behind the nord and stabs his back with a rusty iron dagger he picks up from a guards body, he draws short sword and beheads the Nord.

"Well well well orc... i think we'll make a great Duo... im gonna call you Savage" Saul said while picking his short sword from the nords back
"As you wish..." the Orc said
"Great... i got the key and this note to Black Inc... say, do you wanna tag along with me to these black inc people. they offered you a job anyways and i need some work" Saul asked
"I guess... theres nothing out there for me but this offer" Savage said
"Great... hold on, before i unlock this puppy we should wait for others incase they come. lets drag these bodies over to the mid part of the hallway and make a fire, pull up a crate and wait for these prisoners!" Saul said

The Orc and saul start dragging bodies and more bodsies to the center of the sewer pathway.

Using the map Cyrus had recovered the group began to make their way to the sewers. With the halls as twisting and confusing as they were it was nearly impossible to find their way. It was now quiet in the prison. The riot earlier had nearly wiped out the entire prison and nearly a 4th of the prisoners had survived the onslaught. And many guards had been taken out as well, there was almost no one left.

But with no guards in the prison it became a bit easier to make their way through the prison. In fact Cyrus had only seen 2 guards that they've had to sneak their way past since they began moving through. Even Ri'soga didn't really feel hesitation to keep his voice down, he had gone on for nearly an hour talking about his life at Black Inc. He seemed to have quite a big mouth on him for an assassin.

"Yeah the Black Incorporated are great, they let us hang around the HQ if we need to lay low for awhile. And if we want to go home they let us. All they care about is us showing up when were needed!" The Khajiit rambled.

"Ri'soga, for a secret organization you sure don't seem that secretive?" Cyrus said stopping the Khajiits endless talking. "You know, I wanna know how come I've never heard of you guys?" Cyrus asked the Khajiit who seemed to be full of info.

"Oh well, Black Incorporated hasn't been around that long, at least not our sect. The elders and the Book master, now they've been around for hundreds of years." The Khajiit replied. "If you like I can give you a little history if you wish?"

Cyrus looked up to the Khajiit and said "Please do. I'm curious to know more!"

"Oh well then.... well to start Black Incorporated used to be a very secretive political assassination guild. Kings and queens from other provinces would pay high amounts of gold discretely to have politicians from rival provinces killed off. But all of that changed though, during the time when Uriel Septim took office.... some high ranking elder council member or something had gotten hold of Black Incorporated and offered to trade Chancellor Ocato's head for over million septims. During the time this was more money than Black Incorporated had ever seen and they just couldn't resist this offer. So it was all set, they had made plans and everything for the assassination. And the night they stormed Ocato's home in the imperial city..... they were ambushed by guards." The Khajiit then stopped all motion and spoke.

"Betrayed they were. 20 members of Black Incorporated died that night, all because of a setup. The next morning the Black Incorporated's headquarters was stormed by the imperial guards and they nearly killed every assassin in it. Only the current Book Master and a few other guild members escaped to safety. After that their HQ was burned to the ground and their name disappeared into history. It was only shortly after the Oblivion crisis that they've started to reappear, and ever since they've been tirelessly recruiting members for something."

Cyrus looked at Ri'soga curiously. "So now what are they recruiting for?"

"Who knows, we don't do assassinations for pay anymore. We act as our own rouge group of assassins." Then Ri'soga then began to move again. "Well that's enough for now. We better get going, i'll answer the rest of your questions when we get to HQ."

Then Cyrus and friends began to follow Ri'soga to the sewer system. There they unlocked the gate, and as it opened a wind of bad smell pressed against their faces.

"Damn we gotta go through that!?!" Cyrus said.

"It's a long journey guys. Brace yourselves." Ri'soga said.

OOC: I assume everyone else going into the sewers with their respective Black Inc. agent has already met up with the Khajiit.

IC: Urdlin couldn't hold back laughter at Ri'Soga's story. Even Qa'shirr began snickering alongside him a little, "Amateurs! You never thought to scout out the place first? Didn't think to follow him home, just to make sure he was actually going to be where he said he would be? Sir, say what you will about the Dark Brotherhood, but first look to your own methods before you criticize someone else's! Haha!"

Qash nodded in agreement, "Truly, they must be fearsome and highly-respected for us to have never heard of them until now." He added sarcastically.

As the smell of sewage caught their nostrils, they became markedly less cheery. Lin shook his head, "Let's just get out of here."

OOC: Jim Theis is turning in his grave.

IC: The khajit entered the room, and gave a little speech. Before Elusmyr could raise a word, the assassin and everyone else took off. Elusmyr had to hurry to keep up with them.

They moved through the prison, and Ri'Soga continued to ramble about irrelevant stuff. Elusmyr wasn't joining this "Black Inc". The possiblity of killing Ocato, a former mage's guild Archmage enticed him, but it was something he'd have to do alone. Anyway, from the description Ri'Soga gave them, they seemed meer posers. Elusmyr somehow doubted Ri'Soga was speaking the truth. Anyway, once they were out of here, Elusmyr would simply walk away. He didn't want to get caught up in this nonsense. Maybe he'd kill Ri'Soga, so Black Inc wouldn't try to track him down.

As they approached the prison sewers system, Ri'Soga made a particularly insane claim. The two prisoners who had joined them earlier on started laughing. Elusmyr tried not to laugh, but eventually, he leaned over and started choking with laughter.

"you sent... twenty... frickin' assassins into the [censored] Imperial palace... without even verifying the person who sent you?" Elusmyr continued laughing. "That's just sad. You people need to get new leadership. Desperately."

The door to the prison was pulled open, and the vile smell hit Elusmyr like a crazed orc's swinging warhammer, which burned with the righteousness of a thousand suns, lit alight by the breath of akatosh, in his most vile, worm-hating glory.

Elusmy stated flatly. "I'm not going in there. There must be another way."

Saul and his guard Savage, rounding bodies and cracking jokes about the sewer smell. though the orc had killed nearly ten guards and Saul only 2, he thought this orc could be his right hand man. though it was over 14 guards they killed they got all the bodies into a small pit. Saul set them on fire and the stench of burning bodies filled the air. going into the entire sewer system.

"There, if any escapees smell this they would know where to go..." Saul implied
"Great Job Saul... now we just have to wait for my Khajiit friend and a few other prisoners..." Malak said
"OHH JEEZE!!! don't sneak up on me like that Malak... Black Inc... creepy guy... dont scare me like that i had no idea you were with us" Saul said with a large twitch tio which he was spooked and jumped with a yell.
"I have been following you the whole time. Now when Ri'soga gets here we go out through these gates which you have... unlocked right?" Malak asked
"Yeah, they are unlocked. but im guessing Anvil Guard will be here any minute... no doubt they seen the smoke from the riot. some must be trying to clear the way into the courtyard, and they must have sent patrols around the prison and any possible exits! so my guess is that must be waiting beyond these gates or if they are smart they wont bother us at all..." Saul said
"Great... Great... you know, Kinsmen, i was thinking, do you wanna follow me and Ri'soga to our HQ? we may be able to offer you work!" the Imperial Malak asked
"Just tell me who this Ri'soga person is and maybe ill follow you with these prisoners!" Saul asked.
"I don't know him personally but hes the kind of person who doesn't keep his mouth shut... but overall hes a good person, i think you will get to know about him more if you meet with him, for now lets wait for him and his recruits to show up!" Malak said
"Agreed" Saul said "Savage... pick up this warhammer..." Saul ordered.

Malak, Saul and The Orc just sat down by the burning bodies and played the waiting game

Raves floated along after the group, levitating in a seated cross-legged position as the others slogged down towards the sewers on foot. He wasn't levitating for any show of power or anything (though Raves did enjoy the effect levitating had on people)... Raves's legs had given out from blood loss.

It was clear by now that he would be fine; if the wound had intended to kill him, it would have done so by now. Now, his cut seemed to by clotting; it was still hot and stinging, but there was less blood, at least. It was just... Raves was rather skinny, and not very hardy, especially not for a Dunmer. A simple little cut like that left him weak and woosy. So, he had to levitate; he certainly wasn't capable of walking at the moment.

He was almost sad that Saul had left their group. On one hand, the guard was obviously less than ideal in a fight. But on the other, he was so very entertaining! Raves could see a lot of tease potential in the ex-guard. Ah well, perhaps another time, another place.

While they moved, the Dunmer had kept half an ear on the conversation between Cyrus and Ri'soga, but, honestly, he wasn't really all that interested in it. The young mer had never had a head for politics, or assassination, or anything thick and depressing like that; he was a simple mer who liked his heists fun and his dice weighted.

Raves was wary of the Bosmer and the Khajiit that had joined up with them during their trek, especially as the pair called a large assassin organization 'amateurs.' That left little doubt as to what those two did, then. Elusmyr joined in their mirth, which made Raves all the more wary. He just couldn't form a steady opinion of the Altmer. The Altmer was obviously powerful, quick to anger, and had a nasty sadistic streak... what would he do to Raves if the Dunmer ticked him off? Sure, Raves had his own tricks, but all his magic was about stealth, illusion, and mobility... he lacked the raw offensive power that the Altmer had. Some queasy part of him could well imagine himself rotting and dissolving away under the Altmer's magic, just like Cyrus's sword had.

Then, Ri'soga brought them to the sewer system door and opened it. The scent was bad eough for Raves to lose his concentration, and consequently his levitation spell. He tumbled to the ground in a heap, holding a hand over his nose.

"By the Shadow, and I thought Telvanni slave pens smelled bad," he mumbled through his hand, gingerly sitting up and reactivating his levitation spell. He levitated up again, but shakily. "Well, I suppose one's olfactory senses are a small price to pay for freedom," he joked weakly, trying to ease the heaviness that had settled over the collected group. "I shall miss the scent of bug musk, though."

He briefly considered just floating up and over the walls... but the guards would see him for sure, and he didn't have the magicka reserves to use both invisibility and levitation at the same time. Besides, he couldn't find it in himself to leave his newfound companions behind.

OOC: BSparrow how do fly out of an underground sewer?

Ri'soga looked at the two prisoners who were still laughing and slapped them. "You guys miss understand me. Why would an assassins guild send 20 people in to sneak assassinate someone. That's stupid. You need one man for that 2 at the most. Black Incorporated were soldiers back then, we would sneak into a small part of the city and cause a riot, killing every guard in sight. What we didn't know that night was that the whole city watch had left their posts and attacked!!!"

Cyrus looked at the cat and laughed. "Now I know your story's a lie. You've just gone from posers to lying posers." Cyrus continued to laugh more but then was slapped as well. "Ahhh, [censored]." Cyrus said rubbing his cheek.

"I've had about enough of your small asides. Now if you please let us continue." Ri'soga exclaimed.

The group then began to make their way through the smelly sewers. And as they began to make their way through they heard a faint yelling off in the distance. It was quite at first but then grew louder.

Then right there they started to make out the words of the voices that yelled off in the distance. And as they listened they knew they were in deep trouble as they heard them yell "Over there I see the prisoners over there. Get them and kill them all!" Then right there shadows of men started to appear out in the distance. At first it seemed like there was five, but then as the group came closer it started to look like there was around 15.

Cyrus put up his firsts. "Aw you [censored] Altmer why you have to destroy my sword!" Cyrus exclaimed in anger towards the Altmer. Then Cyrus saw as the group was coming into focus. At first he thought they were just regular prison guardsmen, but it soon became clear that these were imperial soldiers. Trained and armored up enough to be professional killers.

With nowhere to run the group has no choice but to fight them off!

Larry didn't know quite what to think of the group that he was leaving the sewers with, he knew that all of them were probably murderers or thieves, but he couldn't believe how diverse and eccentric they all were. Granted, Raves seemed like an alright fellow, if not a little too calm, Perhaps he's just experienced. he thought, debating whether or not he could trust him. He didn't have to debate that thought with anyone else though, he knew he couldn't trust him, especially not the psychotic altmer, he wasn't planning on going on a mission with him in the group, No sir, not me, nuhuh, not going to happen. he added with a slight smile - He'd been on missions with all sorts of people, but he hated murderers that enjoyed killing, it was weird and freaked Larry out.

The khajiit was an interesting person, he obviously cared deeply about Black Inc. yet was willing to give out information about it freely, Probably lies. he thought to himself, almost joining in the laughter of the other people as they actually believed it. There seemed to be truths in it though, but he'd have to find out when he got free. He still had people on the outside who owed him a debt or two.

The thought of being outside finally hit him - Throughout the entire night, he hadn't once thought he was free. Now that he was finally in the rotten sewer, it finally caught on that he was going to make it - That he had cheated death and could probably have a hot meal, a soft bed and hopefully; a woman to share it with. He looked towards Raves, he worried about the dunmer, he'd taken a bad stab and was probably in extreme pain. "Hey Raves, how's the wound holding up? I'm not going to have to drag your [censored] to a healer am I?" He asked, hoping the man would laugh about it and tell him to bugger off. He didn't like the thought of him dying and Larry not knowing anyone in the group.

He would've waited for a reply when he began to hear voices out in the distance, and along with the voices came various guards. "Godamnit..." he swore and looked around, they were trapped, outnumbered, out armed and these guards were probably used to the smell. He walked to the back of the group, not being a fighter or a mage made him useless in this situation. Hell - He doubted he could even lift up a longsword, let alone swing it with skill.

Saul, Malak and Savage had sat down, wherever the orc found alcohol the two imperials did not know, when the conversation started about Black Inc. they heard shouting and yelling, the Orc dropped his beer, Malak dropped his mead and Saul droppedd his Ale, Savage picking up his warhammer, Malak had pulled out a sword that the blade was a clear green glass filled with a poison, Saul drew his elven shortsword.
they started to run but when they saw shadows they started to sneak in slowly, Saul had saw the group he left behind in hopes they would catch up, but they had, but with extra company, Malak had disappeared into the centre to help his Khajiit colleague. the Orc walked behind one of the guards quietly.
it amazed Saul that the size of the orc he didnt make a sound when he walked behind the guard, Saul crawled around the chamer behind the guard captains ankles ready to cut off his feet...

Qa'shirr gave a sigh of disgust, turning to Ri'soga, "I don't suppose you brought any weapons with you, 'Assassin'? Or are these legion guards not political enough for you?"

Urdlin had begun to panic, "It's a trap! I told you it was going to be a trap. Didn't I spend several minutes discussing with you how it was going to be a trap?!"

Qa'shirr, "Yes, but you left out the part that we'd be in a dark sewer. Which opens our options a little."

Lin nodded in agreement, "Yes, there's only one strategy that will get us out of here alive."

They saw the guards approaching down the corner, looked straight at eachother, and said in unison, "Hide."

The two of them each took one side of the sewer, hiding behind a pillar half-exposed from the wall. They had no weapons, but perhaps they would be able to steal some before the guards took notice of them.

ooc: I was under the impression that we hadn't entered the sewers yet. He was talking about escaping from a courtyard. :shrug:

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"Hey Raves, how's the wound holding up? I'm not going to have to drag your [censored] to a healer am I?"

The Dunmer chuckled through the hand over his nose. "Let's just hope I don't fall into the sewer water. Open wounds and septic sludge don't make a happy mix."

But when he turned to look at Larry, he saw that the Imperial was distracted by something. Turning his head back forward, he began to hear shouts. Something about "prisoners" and "kill them all".

Oh boy.

Raves nearly swallowed his tongue when not one, not two, not five, but fifteen guards started to appear out of the darkness. Wait, not guards... legionnaires.

Big oh boy.

Raves watched as his companions showed various disconcerting signs. Cyrus lamented his lack of weapon, Larry headed toward the back of the group, and the pair of assassins disappeared entirely.

Actually, that didn't seem like such a bad idea.

He let himself drop onto the soggy sewer ground (careful not to let his knees buckle) and activated a Chameleon spell. This form of concealment wasn't as complete as Invisibility, but it took less magic, and he could cast spells and still have the spell remain active. Besides, it was dark enough in the sewers that the guards wouldn't be able to make him out all that well anyway.

Then, he started chucking Paralyze and Blind spells into the approaching throng of soldiers, slowly backing up in a zig-zag pattern so as not to make his mostly-disguised form an obvious target. For once, he was glad that someone like Elusmyr was on his side, because the escapees probably wouldn't survive this without the Altmer's literal firepower.

Urdlin watched with an impressed look as Raves went invisible and disabled a few legionnaires with paralysis and blindness. He whispered to Qash, "I told you we should have learned magic."

Qash simply nodded in agreement before watching a paralyzed soldier fall face-first into the sewage in front of them. They glanced up at eachother before they began robbing him. Urdlin removed the Silver bow and arrows from his back, while Qa'shirr stole a silver dagger and began picking his pocket for valuables. Removing a rather expensive looking ring from his finger, Qash said, "Look at this. How much do you suppose it's worth?"

Lin shook his head, "Hurry up and stab him."

"Right." Qa'shirr nodded and slit the guard's throat. They stood up, still taking cover, but Urdlin had his bow raised. He paused a moment to inspect his new findings, "Look at the craftsmanship on these weapons. I can't believe this is standard issue."

Qa'shirr tilted his head to one side and crossed his arms, "Hurry up and shoot them."

"Right." An arrow landed square in the throat of one legionnaire foolish enough to take his helmet off in order to see properly in the dark. Another one noticed Qash and swung his blade toward him. The Khajiit ducked under the blow and pinned his arm to the wall with his back, gripping the soldier by the collar of his cuirass and pulling him close, using his free hand to drive the blade into his more lightly-armored armpit, puncturing the side of his lung. The highly-trained soldier coughed up blood, but shoved Qash out of the way, attempting to bring his sword arm down on him again. The assassin deftly dodged a second time, and the legionnaire's blade clanged loudly off of the stone floor. The collision sent vibrations up the soldier's arm, causing pain to shoot down his arm from his wound. He dropped the sword agonizingly. Qa'shirr took advantage of that moment to kick out the back of his knee, and making him collapse to the ground. He picked up the downed soldier's sword and ran him through the back with it. Qash gave a relieved sigh as he turned back to the main corridor and the approaching soldiers, wielding both the sword and dagger at once now.

Even as Lin landed two arrows in a blinded legionnaire's knees, they grew uncertain if they could stay alive long enough to escape.

Saul was laying on the ground by these legionaires, once he gave the signal the orc twisted the neck of one legionaire then Saul got up and stabbed one of legionaires, a misfire spell hit Saul and he was paralyzed for a short time, he fell to the ground shaking and breathing hard. he had seen Malak come out of nowherre and stab a few legion soldiers, the Orc was fist fighting with a few solders then Saul got back up with his sword drawn

"Raves, Elusmyr! where are you?" he yelled, swung his sword at a legionaire, blocking his hit they began to exchange hits with each others swords, the legion soldier disarmed Saul and his sword flew infront one of the escapees (cyrus), Saul then pulled his dagger, one needed to have good eyes to deflect attacks with a dagger, he put his dagger in the egion soldiers leg then picked his the legionaires sword and slashes the soldiers side wounding his ribs, he looked over and seen Malak defending himself and the Orc fighting one on one with a guard.

"Elusmyr, raves... Larry...CYRUS! little help here!!!" he yelled, he delfected a legion soldiers attack and saul put himself in a defensive position with the sword deflecting attacks