The Elder Scrolls RP: Rebirth (IC)

[Zemkal]

Boran, seeing through the stategy of the maddened elf, released the spell. He felt better than he had in months, but he knew that he could not take the elf in a small alley like this. Boran rushed the wall, jumping to the top and almost glided across it. He fell upon the off cat, took the fork, and threw it at Aladur.

"'Tis Ki'ish's toy!" The Khajiit whimpered, lunging at Aladur, causing them both to fall through.

Boran looked at Babbette. "You could stop this, you realize that, right?" he said warmly, and walked through the portal, to the top of High Hrothgar.

Babbette lingered for a moment. She could stop it, she knew.

"But do I want to?" she asked, waving her finger across the portal the Redguard and Altmer had entered. "After All..." she said, taking a step forward. "This is all great fun."

"Boran, talak versi gherve ai! Ha! Torli versi!" Aladur picked up and threw the Khajiit on top of him, tossing the fork at the cat man. He had lost his sword, so he just lit his hands ablaze and ripped his shirt off, the muscles gleaming with blood and sweat. He was a lot more muscular than he looked, and it showed as adrenaline ran through his body. He just stood there, awaiting Boran to come at him. If he would, Aladur was going to end it here and now...

Boran Marratto,
Outside High Hrothgar,
Thieves Guild

Boran strode into the cold and unforgiving mountains of Skyrim from the realm of Sheogorath, Bouch Sword at the ready. He was loosing Mana quickly, for the battling he had been doing thus far had not been his type of fighting. Sucking the energy from Aladur had given him a larger mana pool, but he knew if this lasted longer than ten more minutes he'd have no chance.

Babbette appeared through the portal, and went and sat upon a rock. The Khajiit fled through the portal as it disapeared, and Boran went on the offensive, sparking a lightning bolt at a pillar just up the steps, to fall directly on Aladurs sitting body. Boran then used the last of his rushed adrenaline to run ahead, slide under the falling pillar, and stand behind Aladur, ready to make the killing blow.

[Aldares]

"Boran, talak versi gherve ai! Ha! Torli versi!" Aladur picked up and threw the Khajiit on top of him, tossing the fork at the cat man. He had lost his sword, so he just lit his hands ablaze and ripped his shirt off, the muscles gleaming with blood and sweat. He was a lot more muscular than he looked, and it showed as adrenaline ran through his body. He just stood there, awaiting Boran to come at him. If he would, Aladur was going to end it here and now...

Boran Marratto,
Outside High Hrothgar,
Thieves Guild

Boran strode into the cold and unforgiving mountains of Skyrim from the realm of Sheogorath, Bouch Sword at the ready. He was loosing Mana quickly, for the battling he had been doing thus far had not been his type of fighting. Sucking the energy from Aladur had given him a larger mana pool, but he knew if this lasted longer than ten more minutes he'd have no chance.

Babbette appeared through the portal, and went and sat upon a rock. The Khajiit fled through the portal as it disapeared, and Boran went on the offensive, sparking a lightning bolt at a pillar just up the steps, to fall directly on Aladurs sitting body. Boran then used the last of his rushed adrenaline to run ahead, slide under the falling pillar, and stand behind Aladur, ready to make the killing blow.

Aladur kept his eyes closed and heard, nay, felt the footsteps of his opponent rushing towards him. He let the fireball loose, nearly launching himself into the air from the force. Heat overwhelmed his senses, snapping the crazed revolutionary back to reality. Numbness from the cold was not a problem, what with all the magic whizzing about. The duel wouldn't last very long now, with Boran visibly giving it all he had and Aladur's self preservation instinct almost completely eradicated.

[Virenna]

Theostyr Salomine
Breton; "The Merchant"
Haarfingar, Skyrim

The next morning after Theostyr's arrival, he and Gebjorn set out to the cave where Gebjorn had seen Babette, the vampiric Dragonborn. Theostyr wore light ebony chain mail for protection, with an ebony sword in one hand and an illusion spell in the other. Gebjorn wore leather armor, and he held his orcish bow and an arrow, poised to take a shot. Daylight was on their side, and they wished to avoid direct conflict, but both men were worried at what should happen if they did encounter the Dragonborn. They entered the eerie cave, not knowing what to expect. What they discovered shocked them.

The hideout was surprisingly well-lit and nicely furnished. Theostyr quickly searched the room, looking for any and all leads on where the group could've left for. He had a sense that they had departed recently; smoke still rose from a fire pit in the center of the room. In any case, he would report the hideout to the Empire as soon as possible. Before Legionaries could arrive, he would continue to search the place for any indicators of where the young girl and her companions were going. "You can go now, Gebjorn. I thank you for your help in this. Tell the legate at Dragonbridge to send men, but take as much time as you need, I want to search the place further." Gebjorn nodded respectfully, and just before he left, said goodbye. "I'm glad I could help. Remember me the next time you're in Solitude; if you need me again I'll be at the Winking Skeever at nights. The hunting life's boring anyway."

Theostyr found some maps and brief letters. He began to read.

[Zemkal]

Boran Marratto,
Outside High Hrothgar,
Thieves Guild

Boran strode into the cold and unforgiving mountains of Skyrim from the realm of Sheogorath, Bouch Sword at the ready. He was loosing Mana quickly, for the battling he had been doing thus far had not been his type of fighting. Sucking the energy from Aladur had given him a larger mana pool, but he knew if this lasted longer than ten more minutes he'd have no chance.

Babbette appeared through the portal, and went and sat upon a rock. The Khajiit fled through the portal as it disapeared, and Boran went on the offensive, sparking a lightning bolt at a pillar just up the steps, to fall directly on Aladurs sitting body. Boran then used the last of his rushed adrenaline to run ahead, slide under the falling pillar, and stand behind Aladur, ready to make the killing blow.

Aladur kept his eyes closed and heard, nay, felt the footsteps of his opponent rushing towards him. He let the fireball loose, nearly launching himself into the air from the force. Heat overwhelmed his senses, snapping the crazed revolutionary back to reality. Numbness from the cold was not a problem, what with all the magic whizzing about. The duel wouldn't last very long now, with Boran visibly giving it all he had and Aladur's self preservation instinct almost completely eradicated.

Boran, in the middle of an Adrenaline rush, had no choice but to take the fireball. using the last of his speed, he flipped himself onto his hands, and took the brunt of it on his back. This brought him to a full halt, dropped him in pain back to his feet, but at least kept it to the scar tissue he'd rather recently built up, thus numbing the pain temporarily.

At least, to a point.

Boran could feel his mana pools weighning. He wasn't meant for this kind of combat, magic on magic. He extended his open palm, and released the last, and worst magic he knew. It had helped him survive the streets of Hammerfell. A wisp of energy came from his hand, and formed beside him. An appiration of himself, not glowing, just an exact replica.

The two jumped the fallen pillar, and seperated in two different directions, ready to take Aladur down.

[Aldares]

Aladur kept his eyes closed and heard, nay, felt the footsteps of his opponent rushing towards him. He let the fireball loose, nearly launching himself into the air from the force. Heat overwhelmed his senses, snapping the crazed revolutionary back to reality. Numbness from the cold was not a problem, what with all the magic whizzing about. The duel wouldn't last very long now, with Boran visibly giving it all he had and Aladur's self preservation instinct almost completely eradicated.

Boran, in the middle of an Adrenaline rush, had no choice but to take the fireball. using the last of his speed, he flipped himself onto his hands, and took the brunt of it on his back. This brought him to a full halt, dropped him in pain back to his feet, but at least kept it to the scar tissue he'd rather recently built up, thus numbing the pain temporarily.

At least, to a point.

Boran could feel his mana pools weighning. He wasn't meant for this kind of combat, magic on magic. He extended his open palm, and released the last, and worst magic he knew. It had helped him survive the streets of Hammerfell. A wisp of energy came from his hand, and formed beside him. An appiration of himself, not glowing, just an exact replica.

The two jumped the fallen pillar, and seperated in two different directions, ready to take Aladur down.

"You do not know when to quit, eh? Heh." Aladur spit out blood and stood carefully, backing up against a wall and sizing up the situation. Really, he only thought of a few ways to diffuse the situation. One of them included tackling the clones and dragging them along with him down the slopes of the mountain, using them as a board to keep himself fine. That wouldn't work, so he decided to pray. Never really had he prayed. It might've been a mental thing. It might've been a weird astronomical thing. Whatever it was, Aladur feel back to his knees and instantly felt a second wind. Enough to pick up a sharp rock and stand.

"Come."

[Zemkal]

Boran, in the middle of an Adrenaline rush, had no choice but to take the fireball. using the last of his speed, he flipped himself onto his hands, and took the brunt of it on his back. This brought him to a full halt, dropped him in pain back to his feet, but at least kept it to the scar tissue he'd rather recently built up, thus numbing the pain temporarily.

At least, to a point.

Boran could feel his mana pools weighning. He wasn't meant for this kind of combat, magic on magic. He extended his open palm, and released the last, and worst magic he knew. It had helped him survive the streets of Hammerfell. A wisp of energy came from his hand, and formed beside him. An appiration of himself, not glowing, just an exact replica.

The two jumped the fallen pillar, and seperated in two different directions, ready to take Aladur down.

"You do not know when to quit, eh? Heh." Aladur spit out blood and stood carefully, backing up against a wall and sizing up the situation. Really, he only thought of a few ways to diffuse the situation. One of them included tackling the clones and dragging them along with him down the slopes of the mountain, using them as a board to keep himself fine. That wouldn't work, so he decided to pray. Never really had he prayed. It might've been a mental thing. It might've been a weird astronomical thing. Whatever it was, Aladur feel back to his knees and instantly felt a second wind. Enough to pick up a sharp rock and stand.

"Come."

Boran's number one came at a thirty degree angle with a high slash from a two handed form. Just because it was a copy did not mean it could not deal some damage.

The real Boran, however, was now out of Adrenaline, and very, very shortly lose all pools of mana. but first, he had a chance to let out one good, paralyzing striking bolt. He pulled all his force, minus what it took to keep his other self around, and shot it straight at Aladurs back.

[Aldares]

"You do not know when to quit, eh? Heh." Aladur spit out blood and stood carefully, backing up against a wall and sizing up the situation. Really, he only thought of a few ways to diffuse the situation. One of them included tackling the clones and dragging them along with him down the slopes of the mountain, using them as a board to keep himself fine. That wouldn't work, so he decided to pray. Never really had he prayed. It might've been a mental thing. It might've been a weird astronomical thing. Whatever it was, Aladur feel back to his knees and instantly felt a second wind. Enough to pick up a sharp rock and stand.

"Come."

Boran's number one came at a thirty degree angle with a high slash from a two handed form. Just because it was a copy did not mean it could not deal some damage.

The real Boran, however, was now out of Adrenaline, and very, very shortly lose all pools of mana. but first, he had a chance to let out one good, paralyzing striking bolt. He pulled all his force, minus what it took to keep his other self around, and shot it straight at Aladurs back.

Aladur miraculously threw his sharp rock at his attacker, clonking against its head and perhaps embedding itself into the skull, Aladur couldn't tell. Now he was left with just the magic he had left in his back pocket and nothing else. Not seeing the lightning bolt, he got the brunt of the blow and jumped back to the ground, kneeling with his head down. It would take a lot of restoration magic to heal the wound he sustaine from that bolt. All seemed like it was fading away...

[Zemkal]

Boran's number one came at a thirty degree angle with a high slash from a two handed form. Just because it was a copy did not mean it could not deal some damage.

The real Boran, however, was now out of Adrenaline, and very, very shortly lose all pools of mana. but first, he had a chance to let out one good, paralyzing striking bolt. He pulled all his force, minus what it took to keep his other self around, and shot it straight at Aladurs back.

Aladur miraculously threw his sharp rock at his attacker, clonking against its head and perhaps embedding itself into the skull, Aladur couldn't tell. Now he was left with just the magic he had left in his back pocket and nothing else. Not seeing the lightning bolt, he got the brunt of the blow and jumped back to the ground, kneeling with his head down. It would take a lot of restoration magic to heal the wound he sustaine from that bolt. All seemed like it was fading away...

Babbette,
Dovakhiin,
Just Below high Hrothgar

Babbette had watched, slightly amused, as all this fighting had taken place. But now, a deep sclow crossed her face, see that Aladur was losing. Boran, clearly at the end of his rope, had managed to put him down, and was staring, almost in dismay, at the fallen body of the Elf.

"Why couldn't you understand?" Spat boran, who Babbette had always considered a father. He paced on the edge of the cliff. "She is too young to make a decision that would put her on the run for the rest of her life! She has responsibilities Aladur, and needs to be guided, not loosened upon your enemies!

Babbette thought back to the day, not so long ago, Boran had saved her from the vampires in high Rock. Brave, strong Boran had promised to take care of her.

"You have poisoned the mind of a young, confused little girl!"

Babbette remembered meeting Aladur, the man on the horse, who promised to keep Boran and her safe from the Guard so long as they helped his cause.

"The Imperials are wrong, you are right, but damned if Babbette should be the pawn that helped you kill a King! Can you imagine the life that that would make her lead!"

Babbette remembered taking her first sips of good blood, from Aladur, so suculant, so juicy.

"She has been driven to the brink of insanity by Adults who wish to see her go their way! Why does no one see that she needs help but me!"

Babbette remembered the words of Sheogorath... He wishes to hold you back... Never let you have your true potential...

Boran raised his bound blade. "You must die, for the good of the child..."

Babbette yelled, "Wait!" and ran up to Boran.

As Boran looked down, confused. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

"I love you Babbette." he said, smiling. "I have very little shoice.

Babbette stared blankly for a moment, then stepped back.

"No, you never have." she said quietly, and drank in the look of hurt on Borans face.

FUS ROH DAH!

And Boran fell, fell from the cliff, unto his certain death.

[Zemkal]

The Last Moments of Boran Marratto

Boran's shock lasted only a few moments, but the fall seemed to take decades, and Boran had much time to think.

He could see now he had been over possessive, true. Babbette was a unique child, and yes, she needed guidance, that was for certain, but he should have treated her as if she was a friend, not a daughter.

Aladur had used her to further his plans with killing the Emporer, and could Boran really blame him? No, that was his perogative. It was strange, certainly, that he knew now, past his death, Babbette would kill a King. But the truth was, he should have seen it coming.

Boran cursed Aladur. He cursed Sheogorath. he cursed becoming what he had, he cursed everyone.

But a moment of clarvoyance came to him as his painful death loomed. He should have never left Babbette. This had allowed the seeds of mistrust to be sowed, this had allowed all that had taken place to happen.

He hurt for what had happened, but realized there was no longer anything he could do. As he saw the rocks that would be his certain death rushing toward him, he prayed to his one and only savior, Nocturnal, to let Babbette see the light.

As his final fate grew closer, he allowed his final, peaceful thoughts be of the night he spent in Morrowind, with his beloved Dralin.

And the love that had kept him away for so long.

"Oooooh, there once was a lady as fine as the sea..." Boran sang as his plummet neared its end.

And then... he was gone.

[Virenna]

Theostyr Salomine
Breton, "The Merchant"
Aladur's Lair, Haarfingar, Skyrim

Theostyr had only been in the den for an hour, and already had found a great deal of knowledge regarding the dragonborn and her friends. The cavern itself was a storage place for the notorious "Golden Sabre" bandit, who apparently had taken Babbette under his wing; a troublesome upbringing for the girl. Another guardian of the dova was Boran, a thief well known for his heists of ancient Dwemer and magical artifacts; his partner Halt had already been killed. Theostyr immediately dispelled the possibility that they went to the Greybeards. Bandits and revolutionaries don't usually visit monasteries. If Aladur's anti-imperial outlook had influenced Babbette, they would no doubt be planning an attack on the Empire.

Yet Theostyr trading background overruled his loyalty to the Empire. Besides, he was a Breton; his people often betrayed each other, shown daily in the court intrigue of High Rock. Why should he be loyal to a people not even his own? Looking around, Theostyr the wealth the "Golden Sabres" brought. Grabbing a piece of paper, he quickly scrawled a letter and placed it where someone could see.

To the Dovakiin and company, the so-called "Golden Sabres",

I know about your little lair now; I could easily report it and the guards will be right on your trail. But I won't; I want to make money. If you need a fence or need certain 'illegal' items as well as potions and poisons, I can help. Ask for Theostyr Salomine at the East Empire Trading Company at the Solitude docks as soon as possible so we can establish a profitable friendship. My ship, the Silken Road, will be leaving in a month after I've finished some business in Skyrim.

T.S.

As he left, Theostyr used a powerful illusion spell to make the cave entrance appear to be mounds of tumbled rocks and boulders. When he arrived back at Dragonbridge, he informed the Legate not to send troops. He said he had already sacked the place of info and destroyed the lair. Due to his silver tongue, the Legate was none the wiser.

[Zemkal]

The Black Horse Courier

Aldmeri Declare the newest Dovakhiin

While rumors have circulated on the return of the Dragons, very few sources have been able to find the rumored Dovakhiin who has been traveling Northern Tamriel, just that she was somewhere out there.

The Aldmeri now insist that the key to defeating the dragons came right out of the Aldmeri Dimenion, as a young mage by the name of Alira Trena has been said to have taken down a high dragon over Cloudrest two eves ago, and absorbed its very sould in a purple haze.

"The Aldmeri Dimenion realizes the threat of the Dragons is too great to allow petty problems with the Humans too overshadow it, so a denizen of Aldmeri's best will be traveling to the Imperial City to meet with newly crowned Emporer Geiden Holden to discuss possible ways to train the Elven girl to end this Dragon threat once and for all.

[Aldares]

Aladur miraculously threw his sharp rock at his attacker, clonking against its head and perhaps embedding itself into the skull, Aladur couldn't tell. Now he was left with just the magic he had left in his back pocket and nothing else. Not seeing the lightning bolt, he got the brunt of the blow and jumped back to the ground, kneeling with his head down. It would take a lot of restoration magic to heal the wound he sustaine from that bolt. All seemed like it was fading away...

Babbette,
Dovakhiin,
Just Below high Hrothgar

Babbette had watched, slightly amused, as all this fighting had taken place. But now, a deep sclow crossed her face, see that Aladur was losing. Boran, clearly at the end of his rope, had managed to put him down, and was staring, almost in dismay, at the fallen body of the Elf.

"Why couldn't you understand?" Spat boran, who Babbette had always considered a father. He paced on the edge of the cliff. "She is too young to make a decision that would put her on the run for the rest of her life! She has responsibilities Aladur, and needs to be guided, not loosened upon your enemies!

Babbette thought back to the day, not so long ago, Boran had saved her from the vampires in high Rock. Brave, strong Boran had promised to take care of her.

"You have poisoned the mind of a young, confused little girl!"

Babbette remembered meeting Aladur, the man on the horse, who promised to keep Boran and her safe from the Guard so long as they helped his cause.

"The Imperials are wrong, you are right, but damned if Babbette should be the pawn that helped you kill a King! Can you imagine the life that that would make her lead!"

Babbette remembered taking her first sips of good blood, from Aladur, so suculant, so juicy.

"She has been driven to the brink of insanity by Adults who wish to see her go their way! Why does no one see that she needs help but me!"

Babbette remembered the words of Sheogorath... He wishes to hold you back... Never let you have your true potential...

Boran raised his bound blade. "You must die, for the good of the child..."

Babbette yelled, "Wait!" and ran up to Boran.

As Boran looked down, confused. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

"I love you Babbette." he said, smiling. "I have very little shoice.

Babbette stared blankly for a moment, then stepped back.

"No, you never have." she said quietly, and drank in the look of hurt on Borans face.

FUS ROH DAH!

And Boran fell, fell from the cliff, unto his certain death.

"I was going to take him off the cliff along with me, but you saved me the trouble. You have my thanks." Aladur struggled to stand up and face the rising sun, the slight warmth comforting his skin. He was cold, but now that the situation was over he was able to concentrate and create a small flame in his hands, keeping them ever tingly and flexed.

"And now the real fun begins, heh. Do you mind tossing me a shirt or a cloak, Babbette."

[Zemkal]

Babbette,
Dovakhiin,
Just Below high Hrothgar

Babbette had watched, slightly amused, as all this fighting had taken place. But now, a deep sclow crossed her face, see that Aladur was losing. Boran, clearly at the end of his rope, had managed to put him down, and was staring, almost in dismay, at the fallen body of the Elf.

"Why couldn't you understand?" Spat boran, who Babbette had always considered a father. He paced on the edge of the cliff. "She is too young to make a decision that would put her on the run for the rest of her life! She has responsibilities Aladur, and needs to be guided, not loosened upon your enemies!

Babbette thought back to the day, not so long ago, Boran had saved her from the vampires in high Rock. Brave, strong Boran had promised to take care of her.

"You have poisoned the mind of a young, confused little girl!"

Babbette remembered meeting Aladur, the man on the horse, who promised to keep Boran and her safe from the Guard so long as they helped his cause.

"The Imperials are wrong, you are right, but damned if Babbette should be the pawn that helped you kill a King! Can you imagine the life that that would make her lead!"

Babbette remembered taking her first sips of good blood, from Aladur, so suculant, so juicy.

"She has been driven to the brink of insanity by Adults who wish to see her go their way! Why does no one see that she needs help but me!"

Babbette remembered the words of Sheogorath... He wishes to hold you back... Never let you have your true potential...

Boran raised his bound blade. "You must die, for the good of the child..."

Babbette yelled, "Wait!" and ran up to Boran.

As Boran looked down, confused. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

"I love you Babbette." he said, smiling. "I have very little shoice.

Babbette stared blankly for a moment, then stepped back.

"No, you never have." she said quietly, and drank in the look of hurt on Borans face.

FUS ROH DAH!

And Boran fell, fell from the cliff, unto his certain death.

"I was going to take him off the cliff along with me, but you saved me the trouble. You have my thanks." Aladur struggled to stand up and face the rising sun, the slight warmth comforting his skin. He was cold, but now that the situation was over he was able to concentrate and create a small flame in his hands, keeping them ever tingly and flexed.

"And now the real fun begins, heh. Do you mind tossing me a shirt or a cloak, Babbette."

Babbette nodded, though still a little shaken up. She did not let this show outwardly, however. She walked over and grabbed Boran's tunic, and threw it into Aladur's grasp. "What now?" she asked nonchalantly, as the shock disapeared into reality: She had done hwat had to be done.

[Aldares]

"I was going to take him off the cliff along with me, but you saved me the trouble. You have my thanks." Aladur struggled to stand up and face the rising sun, the slight warmth comforting his skin. He was cold, but now that the situation was over he was able to concentrate and create a small flame in his hands, keeping them ever tingly and flexed.

"And now the real fun begins, heh. Do you mind tossing me a shirt or a cloak, Babbette."

Babbette nodded, though still a little shaken up. She did not let this show outwardly, however. She walked over and grabbed Boran's tunic, and threw it into Aladur's grasp. "What now?" she asked nonchalantly, as the shock disapeared into reality: She had done hwat had to be done.

"Smells of Redguard, humph. Well, we ought to be off the mountain, I suppose. Long trek ahead of us-" Aladur winced at the pain of hoisting his armor over his shoulder and placing his word back in it's scabbard. Moving hurt, but it was the price of victory.

"Do you think you can make it down?"

[Zemkal]

Babbette nodded, though still a little shaken up. She did not let this show outwardly, however. She walked over and grabbed Boran's tunic, and threw it into Aladur's grasp. "What now?" she asked nonchalantly, as the shock disapeared into reality: She had done hwat had to be done.

"Smells of Redguard, humph. Well, we ought to be off the mountain, I suppose. Long trek ahead of us-" Aladur winced at the pain of hoisting his armor over his shoulder and placing his word back in it's scabbard. Moving hurt, but it was the price of victory.

"Do you think you can make it down?"

Babbette rolled her eyes. "Of course I can make it down."

She took one look up at High hrothgar. Six Greybeards stood, as if beckoning her to them. This was what Boran had wanted. Perhaps...

She pushed this thought from her mind.

She simply rolled her eyes once more, then began to make her way down the mountain. "The amulet isn't going to be taking us anywhere anytime soon." she said quietly, following the winding steps down the mountain. "How do you expect us to get into the castle now?"

[Aldares]

"Smells of Redguard, humph. Well, we ought to be off the mountain, I suppose. Long trek ahead of us-" Aladur winced at the pain of hoisting his armor over his shoulder and placing his word back in it's scabbard. Moving hurt, but it was the price of victory.

"Do you think you can make it down?"

Babbette rolled her eyes. "Of course I can make it down."

She took one look up at High hrothgar. Six Greybeards stood, as if beckoning her to them. This was what Boran had wanted. Perhaps...

She pushed this thought from her mind.

She simply rolled her eyes once more, then began to make her way down the mountain. "The amulet isn't going to be taking us anywhere anytime soon." she said quietly, following the winding steps down the mountain. "How do you expect us to get into the castle now?"

"I expected us to get in through a portal, but since that solution has been ruled out, we've got to get in creatively. The guards will be watching for elves, you know. So you can get in and deliver a letter to a friend I have inside the walls and he can sneak me in. Of course.... The more fun option would be to sack another caravan and hide in that. That'd get us in quickly."

[Zemkal]

Babbette rolled her eyes. "Of course I can make it down."

She took one look up at High hrothgar. Six Greybeards stood, as if beckoning her to them. This was what Boran had wanted. Perhaps...

She pushed this thought from her mind.

She simply rolled her eyes once more, then began to make her way down the mountain. "The amulet isn't going to be taking us anywhere anytime soon." she said quietly, following the winding steps down the mountain. "How do you expect us to get into the castle now?"

"I expected us to get in through a portal, but since that solution has been ruled out, we've got to get in creatively. The guards will be watching for elves, you know. So you can get in and deliver a letter to a friend I have inside the walls and he can sneak me in. Of course.... The more fun option would be to sack another caravan and hide in that. That'd get us in quickly."

Babbette sighed. "Your getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?" She stopped. "We have to get to the Imperial City, which means getting through the Imperial blockade, then add on the fact that that giant dwarven thing probably won't be happy that we kille Boran, and multiply that by the sheer force of people we've just pissed off." She continued walking, but a faint smile crossed her face. "This isn't going to be an easy trip."

[Len Hyet]

Benyamin Do'urden

Benyamin cursed rapidly and rapidly under his breath. He'd arrived at the mountain early enough to watch the end of the fight, but too late to intervene. Still cursing repeatedly, he dipped back into the shadows that hid him from sight. He checked his sword, bow, arrows, and what little magic of his own he had. Not much, but his knives, bow, sword, and little magic pendant around his neck had seen him through combat with dragons and wizards aplenty.

He stepped out from the tree.

"I would assume it would not be an easy trip. Fools." His tone was brimming with venom, and if such a thing were possible he would have spat acid.

[Zemkal]

Benyamin Do'urden

Benyamin cursed rapidly and rapidly under his breath. He'd arrived at the mountain early enough to watch the end of the fight, but too late to intervene. Still cursing repeatedly, he dipped back into the shadows that hid him from sight. He checked his sword, bow, arrows, and what little magic of his own he had. Not much, but his knives, bow, sword, and little magic pendant around his neck had seen him through combat with dragons and wizards aplenty.

He stepped out from the tree.

"I would assume it would not be an easy trip. Fools." His tone was brimming with venom, and if such a thing were possible he would have spat acid.

Babbette actually was surprised. "Benyamin! How are you, old friend!"

benyamin had always been a fun one. He's also helped her realize no one should order her around like some tool.

[Aldares]

Benyamin Do'urden

Benyamin cursed rapidly and rapidly under his breath. He'd arrived at the mountain early enough to watch the end of the fight, but too late to intervene. Still cursing repeatedly, he dipped back into the shadows that hid him from sight. He checked his sword, bow, arrows, and what little magic of his own he had. Not much, but his knives, bow, sword, and little magic pendant around his neck had seen him through combat with dragons and wizards aplenty.

He stepped out from the tree.

"I would assume it would not be an easy trip. Fools." His tone was brimming with venom, and if such a thing were possible he would have spat acid.

"It seems as such a perversion of our original meeting, Benyamin. I am not much in the mood for a fight, as you can understand." Aladur repositioned his things and turned towards the path downwards.

"All I need is a nice nap, and when that's done, we can get to all the killing we need to do. Who knows? After all the good we've done maybe someday they'll herald us divines alongside The Eight."

[Len Hyet]

Benyamin Do'urden

"So you have turned to murder have you Aladur? Babbette? You have corrupted her. There is a great darkness that lays within the both of you. A patricide and a betrayer of friends."

He spat on the ground.

"Truly there is naught left here but darkness and betrayal."

[Aldares]

Benyamin Do'urden

"So you have turned to murder have you Aladur? Babbette? You have corrupted her. There is a great darkness that lays within the both of you. A patricide and a betrayer of friends."

He spat on the ground.

"Truly there is naught left here but darkness and betrayal."

"Darkness and betrayal are nothing but abstracts. Only justice and vengeance for those who wrong. If you feel strongly, I suggest you take your sword to my neck. See how well that fares for you." Aladur sighed and continued on down the path, bypassing a tan Nord kneeling beside a stone with prose on it.

"Your words cannot stop me, Benyamin. It's just something I have to do. Babbette chose her decision and weighed it well. The kid's smart, got a good head on her shoulders. When I'm dead and gone, if she's played her cards right, she'll be living to see the day Alduin eats the world. Wouldn't be surprised, little girl would give him a hell of a fight."

[Zemkal]

Benyamin Do'urden

"So you have turned to murder have you Aladur? Babbette? You have corrupted her. There is a great darkness that lays within the both of you. A patricide and a betrayer of friends."

He spat on the ground.

"Truly there is naught left here but darkness and betrayal."

"Darkness and betrayal are nothing but abstracts. Only justice and vengeance for those who wrong. If you feel strongly, I suggest you take your sword to my neck. See how well that fares for you." Aladur sighed and continued on down the path, bypassing a tan Nord kneeling beside a stone with prose on it.

"Your words cannot stop me, Benyamin. It's just something I have to do. Babbette chose her decision and weighed it well. The kid's smart, got a good head on her shoulders. When I'm dead and gone, if she's played her cards right, she'll be living to see the day Alduin eats the world. Wouldn't be surprised, little girl would give him a hell of a fight."

Babbette gleamed. "Benyamin, how could you not enjoy the idea of such.. chaos?" She smiled at him, holding out her hand. "Come with us. There will be plenty of blood ahead!"

[Len Hyet]

Benyamin Do'urden

Benyamin laughed. "You don't know blood young one. For decades I served the most ruthless killers known to man. They spilled more blood in service to their dark god than all the dragons of the world ten times over! You two have not even a prayer of knowing the depths of darkness that I served. Consider yourselves lucky. I died fools! I know the very darkest regions of existence. I know the flame of a thousand dragons. There is blood along your path aye. The blood of innocents."

Benyamin unsheathed his sword.

"Boran did all he could to raise you as a good person Babbette. He failed."

[Aldares]

Benyamin Do'urden

Benyamin laughed. "You don't know blood young one. For decades I served the most ruthless killers known to man. They spilled more blood in service to their dark god than all the dragons of the world ten times over! You two have not even a prayer of knowing the depths of darkness that I served. Consider yourselves lucky. I died fools! I know the very darkest regions of existence. I know the flame of a thousand dragons. There is blood along your path aye. The blood of innocents."

Benyamin unsheathed his sword.

"Boran did all he could to raise you as a good person Babbette. He failed."

"She's a damned child, Benyamin!" Aladur came to a halt and turned around to face the man who he once loved as a brother. He had naught much time with him, but they were kindred spirits, fellow beings who understood each other. Aladur carried his things while he was dead, for the love of Akatosh!