Reign of the Elven Tyrants RP (IC)

[Videssos]

Artanthos Ehrlann,
Reu'haradan,
Desert of Araga

Artanthos surveyed the bare scenery, the sand dunes surrounding the temple-city; which had, not so long ago, been buried beneath tons of sand, and long abandoned. He did this, from a dark alcove near one of the temples, this one dedicated to the twins of chance; collectively known as Oponn. Despite Reu'haradan being a rather large city, it seemed almost brimming with humans, despite the climate, and the fact that the great desert of Araga surrounded the place for quite some distance, with the only source of water being in an oasis in a mountainous fortress lightly manned by humans, called Kahsha. This was where many had fled to, under directions from certain task forces sent out from the city to retrieve more to their cause, and to lessen the grip the Elves had upon the supposedly inferior race. Many of the stone buildings bore signs of damage long unattended to, and the wear and tear that the passage of millennia, and of sandstorms, could create. The land stretching around the city for some radius was in a similar state.

It was not natural, of course. Once, Reu'haradan and its' environs had once been lush, and fertile. Aeons old wars in which devastating sorcery was used, changed much of that. Arthanthos's black plate armour stood out against the beige hue of the dessicated temple, so it took a tall man armoured in lamellar and chain-mail not long to find him. "King Icarium Reborn," The man murmured respectfully, the name being a recently gained pseudonym of Arthanthos's, among a considerable number of others, such as "Elf-bane", not always in common human tongue, either. "It would seem that Amaron and his men have readied themselves to ambush that elven convoy at Dal Celentar. And chances are, from our reports, they have the numbers over the elves. Seems we might even strike a blow. Whoever's in that convoy's pretty important, otherwise it wouldn't be so secretive."
Artanthos gestured with a dark gauntlet, dismissing the man, who bowed quickly, before disappearing into the press of Reu'haradan's denizens.
Curious. I just hope that it doesn't go wrong, and we have to deal with some elves investigating the supposedly empty desert, prepared for any traps we might have for them.
If it did come to that, though, it wouldn't be a one-sided fight. Not if Arthanthos interfered with elven plans, as he had been known to do from time to time, before.

OOC: Here.

[Landenburg]

Falmer
Lurkmire Kaive

Falmer was tired. He had been running for a long time. Too long to remember. Way too long.

"I'm going to die, without ever feeling a woman's touch" thought Falmer.

Falmer was running from his own people. He was branded a human-lover. It was the worse shame that could befall an Elf.
Falmer needed a group to survive.
He HAD to find one.
He began making contacts with fellow elves...

[Sommorragh]

Jal lept amongst the high gothic style roofs. His muscles constantly flexing. The wind blew in eyes, his scarf protecting the lower portion of his face (the nose, mouth and neck). The sand, biting deeper into his skin. He loved this city, it pulsed with life. Shame a genocide would occur in 10 years time time. At least according to the royal secret service. They were very pragmatic compared to the rest of their race. Knowing the imperial court, it would probably take 20 to 30 years until the plan would enter the early stages.

His master had given him one task. Assassinate an influential human merchant, known for donating to several underground human resistance groups. Shame really. Man had good taste in daggers, and poisons. But alas his master had ordered it... and her word was law.

Five Minutes Later - Grand Bazzar

Jal entered the Bazzar. The constant auctions, the flow of movement and money. It gave the place life. He arrived upon a weapon shop, known as: 'The Forge of Purity''. Behind the counter, sat a rather obese, sweating, greasy and lazy man. In a rather uneventful fashion, Jal flicked his wrists and a silent throwing knife coated with viper venom, struck the man in the heart. He fell into a deep slumber for about 5 minutes, and then proceeded to wake up, run around and scream like a lunatic. Oh the joy that brought to Jal's face. With that Jal crept back into the shadows, and vanished. Mission Acomplished.

[Sommorragh]

Jal was a very, very happy dunmer. Why? Well you see, Jal is extremely tall for his race (Dunmer that is), taller than most elves in general, taller than most sun-elves. One day he was thrown into a dungeon for three days, for no reason what so ever. Turned out that one of his masters suitors, was jealous of his height. In order to spare Jal from harsher punishments, and to keep his master's face he had to report to this joke of a sentient being. This man caused his entire spy network to evaporate into thin air, and was robbing his master's treasury. So why was he so happy? Well today was the day, that he got the order to kill that skooma addicted skeever.

- Time cut -

Jal plunged his nimcha into the mans neck. His screams of pain, like a fine orchestra to Jal. He would savior every moment of this. Sithis would enjoy the show indeed.

[Segmentia]

Kal'vadra, First Estate of Archon Ravadiana Pegason

Ravadiana walked the halls of her fist estate, the fortress of Kal vadra, settled in the snowy north. The fortress was built into a mountain, and together with the river forming another natural barrier, it was quite a fortress. Of course, as she was an Archon, it was also a work of art, more on the inside then outside. It took thousands of workers nearly a hundred years to complete it, mostly elven workers, of course. Currently Ravadiana was walking the halls of her personal wing. The walls were decorated with various art pieces, from tapestries to intricate carvings. The floors were black marble, polished to perfection, the light and glare of the torches reflecting of them.

A hand nursed her head and the other holding a fine glass of the best wine. Her head was pounding. She had sent one of her apprentices off to her Third Holding, Ros Sigarn, far to the south. Hopefully ruling over the inhabitants there for a few years would sharpen the girls mind a bit. She was far to shy and timid.

With nothing else to do, Ravadiana went to her study, reading though her favorite tombs and books for a bit, wishing the headache would depart as quickly as it had arrived. No such luck.

Araga

Alumenita Shrineblade sat in the carriage as the small convoy made its way through the sands to Archon Pegesons Third Estate, Ros Sigarn, the desert fortress which commanded a few settlements with almost a thousand inhabitants. People, elves and humans, that she would soon be ruling. The Archon had sent her away after a small fit of rage at Shrineblades shyness. Having to rule a thousand people, the Archon hoped, would cure her of the annoying trait.

The convoy was small, only twenty guards. Archon Pegasons symbol, the head of a dragon, was clearly visible, should anyone try too attack the convoy. Only an idiot would try to attack a convoy that may have had the Ravadiana Pegason within.

[Sommorragh]

Jal trudged his way through the icy mountain range. The only disadvantage as a professional assassin, was lack of transport. Horses weighed you down, and people even more so. Oh well, least Ravadiana would have her head, and with that thought he started singing.

Present

Jal had made it, 5 months of non stop travel, the threat of hypothermia, bandits (a minor annoyance), and bears. He had finally arrived at Ravadiana's fortress. Now to get inside without being seen. Jal made his way to a small chasm that lead to a giant cold room, where all the food was kept. From there he navigated the labyrinth that was this fortress, at last arriving at his master's study. Not a single soul knew he was there. He knocked once, twice, and thrice in that order. He walked in, and proclaimed: "Master, your security is lax, what in the Azura's name have your guards been doing? Screwing rats and drinking ale?"

[Firstaria]

Reu'haradan, Desert of Araga

Daniel appeared from a dark cloud portal in one of the many dark corner of the city, unseen by everyone. Looking around, he saw that his clothes were surely more...pretty than many others, but still adapt to the situation. He will maintain radio silence with Crow for this mission, as in medieval times a guy touching his ear too much might be suspicious, and the last thing they wanted was to mess with the frail balance this dimension presented.

He started to walk around the town, unsure of where to go, searching for information.

[Videssos]

Amaron Tholai,
Araga

Covered from head to foot in a desert covered cloth, over padded chain and lamellar armour, Amaron gave a signal to one of his other men, to ready themselves or the attack, even as in the distance, a carriage moved down dusty desert road. Concealed behind sand dunes conveniently situated along the sides of the road, were over sixty two men he'd brought with him. This was a calculated attempt to deal the Elves a blow, and many recognised the sigil upon the carriage's banner, and the twenty odd elven guardsmen were obviously in the employ of a certain notable Archon. The men Amaron had brought with him were all specially selected for skills in the area of stealth, tracking, ambushing ans skill with ranged weapons, as well as the ability to close quickly with adversaries.

The carriage, and its' guards, had neared, within the right distance for javelins. With an almost imperceptible motion, Amaron gestured, and shapes burst from the very sands, silver-pointed, wooden shafts flying through the air, towards some of the nearest guards. The camouflaged warriors then darted forward, some with spears, others with axes, swords, maces, scimitars and a variety of other weapons, battle-cries filling the air even as they charged.

[Segmentia]

Kal'vadra, First Estate of Archon Ravadiana Pegason

Ravadiana swirled the wine in her glass. She felt her employee, Jal'Kresh, approach even before he entered Kal'vadra. A few minutes later and the dunmer was standing before her, seemingly boasting about his stealth skills. Also using the incorrect term while addressing her. As Jal stopped speaking, Ravadiana started to speak.

"The proper term, dunmer, is Mistress, as Master is the term for a male, which I am not." She said sharply, her head still hurting.

"And you have been followed since before you entered this fortress. Not all of my guards are visible. Or from the mortal world." She said, giving the dunmer a glare. "Your report?"

Araga

Alumenita Shrineblade heard a commotion outside the carriage and sat forward, looking out a window. She saw the guards reacting to something, and then saw what that something was. Bandits! Quite a few of them. This was unexpected. Alumenita panic slightly. Oh, this was not good. Her guards weren't the most skilled fighters, in fact she wasn't sure if they had ever fought a battle before. So Alumenita curled into a corner of the carriage as the battle started. She heard it well enough, the clangs of weapons, the battle cries, the screams of death. It was over in a few minutes, and Alumenita couldn't help as she cried lightly as the handle to carriage door turned.

[Videssos]

Amaron Tholai,
Araga

As the inexperienced Elven guards were cut down with minimal losses; Amaron himself having killed three, he heard a noise from within the carriage. One of his men halted on the way to the carriage, even as he approached it. Amaron held his longsword with a practised hand, and cautiously, warily opened the carriage's door with the other. He was to put it mildly; surprised when he saw an elf curled into the corner of the carriage, crying.

[Segmentia]

Araga

Alumenita watched as the door to the carriage opened, and the saw that the bandits had won the battle. Worse, she saw they were human bandits. Oh, this was not good. She may not have felt the same way about humans as Ravadiana did, but who knew what these humans thought of elves, and what they would do to her.

"Please don't kill me!" She cried out, backing into the corner as much as she could.

[Sommorragh]

"My report, mistress," Jal responded, as he took a severed frozen head out of his sachel. "His company had been supplying a government sanctioned Blood Elf pirate crew with willing human recruits. The ultimate goal was to build up a trade alliance between the Matriarchy, and the human kingdom. Their now defunct base of operations is in the eastern province of the Ashlands. Fear not, the entire crew was disposed of, and their base looted... by me."

[Videssos]

Araga

Alumenita watched as the door to the carriage opened, and the saw that the bandits had won the battle. Worse, she saw they were human bandits. Oh, this was not good. She may not have felt the same way about humans as Ravadiana did, but who knew what these humans thought of elves, and what they would do to her.

"Please don't kill me!" She cried out, backing into the corner as much as she could.

Amaron Tholai,
Araga

Amaron paused, looking contemplative for a moment. "Very well. Take her alive." Two of his men moved past him, to take Alumenita. Soon enough, she would be a prisoner, and would be taken with them when they returned to an outpost in the desert, not far from Reu'haradan, called Kahsha, which also happened to be a fortified mountain possessing the only source of water for most of the desert's vast expanse.

[Segmentia]

Araga

Alumenita sighed as they took her prisoner, rather then killing her. "Oh, thank you! Archon Ravadiana would torment my soul if I was killed." She blurted out, her eyes shooting open after she had said it. 'Oh dear.' She said in her mind. Now they knew she might be a very valuable and dangerous prisoner.

[Videssos]

Araga

Alumenita sighed as they took her prisoner, rather then killing her. "Oh, thank you! Archon Ravadiana would torment my soul if I was killed." She blurted out, her eyes shooting open after she had said it. 'Oh dear.' She said in her mind. Now they knew she might be a very valuable and dangerous prisoner.

Amaron Tholai,
Araga

Amaron glanced in her direction. "My, my. Perhaps this one's of more value than I initially thought." Meanwhile, his men prepared, readying mounts, both horses and camels, suitable for the desert. Soon, they would head towards Kahsha, where they would meat up with the man who could probably be called the leader of the human resistance, at least in Reu'haradan and that part of the continent; Artanthos Ehrlann.

[Halleon]

Capital of the Drow Hegemony, City of Sigil
Headquarters of the Crux

The Fortress towered over the city, it seemed to dominate the Capital, the Fortress of the Crux could be seen miles outside the Capital, it inspired awe and fear into those who gazed upon it. Thousands of human slaves had perished constructing the fortress untold centuries ago, the blood of humans stained the Fortress but this had been done on purpose. The Dark Polished Stone caused the Fortress to stand out from the rest of the City, it seemed to radiate dark magic causing those who were brave enough to enter it to become enraptured by the dark and blood magic that entered the soul when one entered the Fortress. Lokhir Forlorn had been the first to enter the Fortress since after its sudden closure to Drow Society soon after its completion centuries ago. The Dark magic had been to much for his ancestors to control they had feared the magic that claimed the dark fortress, but Lokhir Forlorn had claimed the fortress as his own, bring the dark and blood magic under his reign ensuring that it posed no threat to the members of the Crux that now roamed its halls.

The Fortress had been built to serve two purposes to defend the city and to serve as its main temple, but now it serve but only one purpose and that purpose was controlled by Lokhir Forlorn who controlled the feared organization of the Crux. In the mind of the members of the Crux their purpose was to ensure that humans knew their place in society and those who stepped out of their place, was dealt with quickly and violently. Of course their was only purposes of the Crux that was unspoken but always in the mind of every member, this purpose was to ensure that the Drow Society remain superior mainly to humans but even to other elf's.

Underneath the Fortress stood the Dark Elf that ruled the Crux and even controlled most aspects of Drow Society, Lokhir Forlorn was the Commander of the Crux and even considered the true leader of Drow Society. The organization that he had created and leads, was a organization that stretched across the lands, always standing guard ready to strike against humans who would dare disrupt the way and laws of nature, such creatures as humans held dreams of freedom, these foolish dreams could be deadly, dreams could lead a human to a violent death, a death that Lokhir Forlorn would ensure that would be given.

Holding the ceremonial dagger within his hand, he stared into the glazed eyes of the human that would be used for the blood sacrifice such rituals were a common occurrence at the shrine located underneath the Crux's Headquarters. Surrounding the alter was new recruits of the Crux, this ritual would bind their souls and bodies to Lokhir Forlorn such rituals would ensure loyalty both mentally and magically. With a sudden movement of his hands the eyes of the human lost the glazed look caused by the spell Lokhir has used on the human, the glazed look was replaced with a look of fear as the dagger ended the life quickly. Slicing through the humans throat the body violently jerked for a few moments as Lokhir expertly and quickly wove spells that would bind the new recruits to his will and command. The ritual was completed with no words spoken, a member of the Crux was bounded by a oath of magic of silence, what occurred in the Crux was not spoken to outsiders. Before leaving the alter, Lokhir stabbed the dagger into the heart of the now dead human, such disgusting creatures caused the hatred Lokhir felt towards humans grow even more, his mind turned towards various plans he had been planning to discover any signs of rebellion that the inferior humans could dare be planning.

[Fowlick]

Journal of Lord Erond Nigma, 10 years ago

A man in tattered clothing arrived at my walls today. He immediately asked for entrance into the city in urgence. I realized that the man must have gone through much to accomplish some goal, so I let him in. Only then did I realize was that he was not some mere wanderer, but a warrior. Trained and scarred by many battles. While his clothes remained in shambles his hat and mask were untouched. This gave me sign that he was not as he seemed, but that he was something great. He pleaded with me to start a grand rebellion. A force to break the elven bonds on the once great human lands. He spoke with such power and confidence I agreed. I gave him my castle as a refuge for those he would recruit. I hope the fool realizes that his cause is lost.

Castle of Erond, Present day

How the lord was wrong. Ten years later there were 50,000 freedom fighters who went by the name of Nigma Knights. Even though The name of the Lord was upon their titles it was the lowly man who was the leader. Supreme general of the rebel forces. Genevaltor, for that was the man's name, after the historic event of gaining the Lord's support changed. He became much more bold in his ways. His clothes were clean and straight, but his hat and mask remained. While normal happenings came from the city under ground, in the catacombs, dwelled the resistence. This was their home, This was their "Hoth", derived from an old human tongue, which means "House of Peace". There were several enchantments and guards in the underground base. The place was indeed a "House of Peace". The center piece was the Captain's Court, where all officials met. Here was the official residence of Genevaltor. Much to his liking the place was perfect for his purposes. The Elven tyranny would end in his time. He knew this as a fact.

[Landenburg]

Falmer
City of Sigil

Falmer was disguised. He had to be. They were looking for him, humans and elves alike.
He needed to find that one item.
That one item...

(Sorry for the short IC post, I just wanted some drama later on. c; )

[Stattr]

Avilion Rog'e
Mage
Elf
Dravew

Avilion was sitting in her spot right next to the king waiting for orders. She hadn't been on a mission in a while and was waiting anxiously for one. When the king called her name she came up and looked at the other Mages in the room. She was to go to Reu'haradan, Desert of Araga. She raised a brow but didn't say a thing. She just thought about why and why she was chosen. She just bowed slightly and read the scroll, stopping dead and her face turning even more pale. She looked at the head Mage and came over to him and showed it to him. He went pale as well and gave Avilion a sad look and she went to the pantry and gave the letter to the Chef and he packed her the right foods and drinks she needed to go.

She walked out of the castle and began her journey. Araga wasn't that far from Dravew but she was hesitant she had to cross into the forest to which she met her friend and the scouts where in their today looking for humans. She quickly ran ro the stables, got on her horse with ease and slowly he moved forward, he was young and pirky which was what she liked. She tapped the reins slightly and he sped up. before long he was running at a good pace through the forest on the horse trail. She smiled when she saw a hand out of the tree she was coming up to and she reached out, grabbing teh arm and the hand grabbed hers and she pulled, hauling her friend onto the saddle behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist to hang on and they both talked of her mission and what has happened since the last timet hey saw each other a week ago.

[Segmentia]

Araga

"She'll come for me, you know." Was all Shrineblade said as the humans dragged her away. She remained silent for the rest of the time. An unseen observer, a spirit of sorts, sighed to itself. He had to report this at once, though he may lose Shrineblades location. Not like there were many places the humans could take her, and Ravadiana would be able to find her easily enough.

Kal'vadra, First Estate of Archon Ravadiana Pegason

Ravadiana nodded as Jal gave his report. "Excellent. You are dismissed for now." She said, waving him away. That was when she felt another presence enter her study, a spirit she had tasked with keeping an eye on Shrineblade. She sighed, already figuring out what this was about. She took a knife from her desk and sliced her finger slightly, muttering a few words, and the blood reacted, going and giving the spirit some type of form, allowing it to speak.

"Archon, human bandits have captured your apprentice in the Araga desert." It reported with a bow.

"Of course they have." Ravadiana said with another sigh. She picked up something else off her desk, a small pendant. She rubbed it with the remaining blood on her finger, and it sent a magical signal to another pendant, this one being owned by Lokhir Forlorn, the commander of the Crux.

[Landenburg]

Falmer
Sigil City Prison

It was damp.
It was cold.
There was no hope Falmer (as he was known in this century) was to get out any time soon.
Maybe if Falmer did some of his Snow Elf magic he could get out.
He could make others immortal, at the cost of one life, that is.
Maybe the King of Sigil would take that as a ransom.

[Videssos]

Amaron Tholai,
Araga,
Near Kahsha

Amaron had no doubt as to who she referred to, only muttering grimly in reply. "I'd imagine something like that was inevitable, anyway."
It seemed like not much time had passed, before Amaron spotted a mountain in the distance; weathered and worn, a fortress built into it almost invisible to all but the most keen eyes.
Kahsha was known to be the headquarters of the Dagashi Assassins, whom had lived in the desert for centuries, if not longer. One of those Dagashi assassins rose, seemingly emerging from nowhere, out of the very sands before the moving convoy.

The veiled warrior barely paused to offer greetings to Amaron, at the head of the group as he was. "May you find shade and water. I am Kordoch. If you will follow me?"
Amaron nodded, before giving a quick command for the rest of his entourage to carry on moving, following in the wake of the assassin, who although walking, and not mounted as they were, seemed to maintain an effortless pace faster than that of the horses, even though they weren't exactly moving slowly.
The desert bastion begin to draw closer, as they advanced. A stone bridge leading to a large pathway that wound up the mountain fortress became visible when Amaron and his cohorts neared it.

[Halleon]

Crux Headquarters
City of Sigil

Lokhir Forlorn had been reading a report about the arrest of a suspected human lover such a crime brought the death penalty, but these thoughts were replaced as the small pendant to glow a crimson red. He gave commands for the one who called himself Falmer to be placed under Crux Authority and quickly wove a tracking spell just encase the snow elf managed to escape from the City Jail which was unlikely, while the jail was under the City of Sigil's jurisdiction, the Crux held great influence over the City and even had several members of the Crux as guards.

Finishing the matter at hand, it was with a blink of a eye and a spell that transported Lokhir Forlorn to Kal'vadra the First Estate of Archon Ravadiana Pegason. Arriving with a slight bow and a greeting, Lokhir Forlorn waited for the Archon to speak, viewing most Archon's as not worth his time he held a different opinion of Ravadiana, she was one not to waste the office of Archon on foolish deeds as many other Archons have done before.

[Segmentia]

Kal'vadra, First Estate of Archon Ravadiana Pegason

Ravadiana watched as Lokhir appeared in her study. She didn't stand, but she did nod. "Thank you for responding so quickly. I have a task for you and the Crux. My apprentice has been captured by humans in the Araga desert. I want the Crux to find her, and then report back to me her location. Do you think you can manage that?"

[Halleon]

Kal'vadra, First Estate of Archon Ravadiana Pegason

With a smile appearing on his face that didn't show any warmth Lokhir responded,"This apprentice bears the name Alumenita Shrineblade and she was on her way to your Third Holding, in Ros Sigarn?" Thinking for a few moments about the Araga desert, the place was a breeding ground for humans and ideals of rebellion. Speaking again to ask a more serious question,"Of course the Crux can handle such a matter, locating a elf of such status and rank in those desserts will be simple enough, the question I have to ask is what happens after you learn of her location?"