The Elder Scrolls Roleplay (IC)

[Oblivion2]

The boy shrugged and said, "Will I see blood spirit girl after?" He had no idea why but he just felt compelled to find the girl and defend her. She freed him, so he would do his best to see her reach her destiny alive.

[Zemkal]

The boy shrugged and said, "Will I see blood spirit girl after?" He had no idea why but he just felt compelled to find the girl and defend her. She freed him, so he would do his best to see her reach her destiny alive.

"Yes... you'll see her after." Boran said, smiling. He could see through the metal now and hear the struggling mind iof a child. It was a tragic thing, really. But at l;east the boy had some form of innocence.

Boran stood up. "We shall head for Morthal. When we get there, stay outside the city, I will get my friend, Alenko, to bring you in safely." He began to lead the way, but faltered a moment. "Oh, and the dragonborn you want to see so badly? Her name is Babbette. And don't worry, she is safe."

[Oblivion2]

Asgrim hopped a little in excitement causing the earth to shudder and a nearby mound of snow to go rolling off the mountain. "Babette.. Baaaaabette! Pretty name for Dovahkiin blood spirit girl." he looked down on the mountain and said to Boran, "Asgrim show shortcut."

Without warning he picked the vampire up and placed him on his shoulder. Taking a running start he leapt of the mountain, landing on a slope several meters below and began to slide down the mountain. Keeping a hand around Boran who still sat on his shoulder he gave a triumphant roar and released a gout of steam as the continued to pick up speed.

Finally as the slope evened out and Asgrim stopped he took Boran off his shoulder and said, "Save hours."

[Zemkal]

Asgrim hopped a little in excitement causing the earth to shudder and a nearby mound of snow to go rolling off the mountain. "Babette.. Baaaaabette! Pretty name for Dovahkiin blood spirit girl." he looked down on the mountain and said to Boran, "Asgrim show shortcut."

Without warning he picked the vampire up and placed him on his shoulder. Taking a running start he leapt of the mountain, landing on a slope several meters below and began to slide down the mountain. Keeping a hand around Boran who still sat on his shoulder he gave a triumphant roar and released a gout of steam as the continued to pick up speed.

Finally as the slope evened out and Asgrim stopped he took Boran off his shoulder and said, "Save hours."

After Boran had stopped screaming like a little girl, h was set down, and could now see Markarth not far away at all.

"Okay, you stay hear. I'm going to get my friend, he'll find a place for yout o stay. I'll stay the night, then I'll be off." Boran shook his head at the Golem, then walked towards town"

(OOC:Thats where I stop for the night, I'm falling asleep at the keyboad here)

[Mnubindia]

Torval, Mane’s Palace

Gaston having briefed the guards felt he now had a permanent spot in the hierarchy of Elsweyr. It was a long way from Emperor but he felt almost at ease with the diminished responsibility. Managing a few men was much easier than running an industrial superpower.
Gaston walked up to the Mane and said “My Mane, I once again thank you for giving me a leadership position in your Moon Guard. I do enquire about what do you do for fun in Elsweyr? In Leyawiin I could enjoy my private pool and yacht but those things are gone now. I am unfamiliar with the palace and Torval.”

Torval, Manes Palace

Shavir thought for a second and came up with a few ideas for the commander, "Well, there are the gardens around the palace, the training yard if you wish to train your blade, there a many a few taverns in Torval as well. You will find things to do as you explore our culture and land for a while."

[Empire of Narnia]

Torval, Mane’s Palace

Gaston having briefed the guards felt he now had a permanent spot in the hierarchy of Elsweyr. It was a long way from Emperor but he felt almost at ease with the diminished responsibility. Managing a few men was much easier than running an industrial superpower.
Gaston walked up to the Mane and said “My Mane, I once again thank you for giving me a leadership position in your Moon Guard. I do enquire about what do you do for fun in Elsweyr? In Leyawiin I could enjoy my private pool and yacht but those things are gone now. I am unfamiliar with the palace and Torval.”

Torval, Manes Palace

Shavir thought for a second and came up with a few ideas for the commander, "Well, there are the gardens around the palace, the training yard if you wish to train your blade, there a many a few taverns in Torval as well. You will find things to do as you explore our culture and land for a while."

Torval, Mane's Palace

Commander Gaston said "good. Now I would like to discuss the situation in Elsweyr. What do you choose to do with the factories in Elsweyr? They are property of Leyawiin however since I am officially dead you have control of them. You as the official head of state can continue our planned economy or return to the old ways."

The Commander continued. "I believe that it would be helpful for Elsweyr to ally with enemies of the Thalmor. The Thalmor believe they are the master race of Tamriel. Their views are very similar to the old Leyawiin where endless suffering was inflicted upon the beast races of Tamriel. Many in Cyrodiil resent the Thalmor and wish for their regime to fall. The Thalmor's forced treaty with Cyrodiil blocked all trade leading to the collapse of Leyawiin. Cyrodiil was our ally and largest trading partner before the civil war. Those in Skyrim also resent the Thalmor and its imperialist views."

[Zemkal]

The Black Horse Courier

Former Chancellor Ocata Assasinated!

"This is indeed a dark day for our glorious Empire..." said Counciler Geiden Holdun in an adress to the people of the Imperial City at midday yesterday.

After stepping down from the fiasco with the Aldmeri and their Thalmor armies, Ocata looked to live a life of leisure for the rest of his days in his home in the Elven district of the Imperial City. Unfortunatly, his retirement would be cut short in a tragic way.

Ocata's body was found in his basement early Tursday morning. His throat had been slit by an unkown Assasin, who managed to gain entrance to the former Chancellor's basement via the Rat tunnels. The Imperial Guard has had no luck thus far discerning exactly where he got into that spercific section of the rat ways, as it had been flooded out and locked up many years a go.

"...Former Chancellor Ocata's life was one of service, both under the reign of Empoer Uriel Seprim VII, and in the days after our late Emporer's untimely death." he went on, "But Ocata's death shall not be in vein, as today, I am proud to announce that the Council iis searching for a new Emporer, to guard and protect us in this dire time of need."

While little is known of this so-called "search", one has to assume it must have something to do with the Dragonborn who was called to High Hrothgar. A dragonborn being put on the throne would be of great political use, as the entire Septim line had been Dragonborn.

""But let us not forget, the Thalmor are not our allies. We are in a deap seated war of words, my friends. And the Empire needs a strong figurehead to lead such a time. I will endeavor, along with my council brethren, to lead the Empire into a new time of peace and prosperity. Let not the fall of the always honorable Ocata be met with tears, for he stood steadfast in the way of all opposition to the Empire. We will grow strong once more, and we can thank his dedication for it in the toms of history"

[Oblivion2]

Thumping his way across the tundra Asgrim made his way to a patch of trees just before the town. He sat up beside a massive oak and observed life in motion around him. Growing still as he waited for Boran and his friend, Asgrim found that the birds of the forest began to take refuge on his massive form. Soon after the wildlife returned and began to curiously examine the Boy Golem.

For the first time in awhile, Asgrim was at peace with the world.

[Zemkal]

Thumping his way across the tundra Asgrim made his way to a patch of trees just before the town. He sat up beside a massive oak and observed life in motion around him. Growing still as he waited for Boran and his friend, Asgrim found that the birds of the forest began to take refuge on his massive form. Soon after the wildlife returned and began to curiously examine the Boy Golem.

For the first time in awhile, Asgrim was at peace with the world.

Boran Marratto,
Morthal, Skyrim,
Thieves Guild

Boran stepped into the town of Morthal. He had never been this far inland in Skyrim, so it was a new experiance to him.

The place was basically a swamp city, something he had seen many times in places like Morrowind, or the few times he had ever been to Blackmarsh. He liked the swamp, mostly because he like the water. The bridges that held up over the swamp felt like being on a boat to Boran.

However, this was a biot different than they had been. First off, there was a thin layer of snow everywhere you looked. The marsh was frozen in some points, to the point you could walk right across them.

A bit to cold for Boran's liking.

Still, it was civilization. Backwater civiliation, but civilization non the less. beside, backwater civilization was better, in his opinion.

Boran reached the end of the overpass bridge over the swamp, and saw a hut ahead. Thaumaturgists Hut, it said on the sign. Boran took the hint, and walked into the hut to meet his old aquiantance.

"Brill? Brill, you in here?" Boran asked, opening the door. It was a two level store, but the stairs had been blocked off by a pile of books. The place was supposed to sell Hunted food, but Boran could tell that Brill still mostly focused on his studies.

"Brill, where are ya?"

"Who the hell is it?" someone snapped from beyond the piles of books andf notes. "We're closed!"

"C'mon now, brill," Boran said, smiling from ear to ear, "Do you really want to treat a man you owe your life to that way?"

A clamor came from upstairs, and Drill came running now. A skinny little Wood Elf, he was.

"Boran? Since when did you operate out of Skyrim?"

They had met on a job near Stros M'kai, off the coast of Hammefell. The Bosmer had been in search of old Yakuza artifacts when Boran, and Dralin, actually, had been working a job to steal some valuables from the ruins he had been searching.

Long story short, there had been a cave-in, they ran into the Bosmer, and saved him. But apparently, he didn't have the "correct permits" to be in the ruins, so Boran had helped him bug out quick, bringing him to port in Anvil.

"You don't pay much attention to the news, do ya?" Boran said with a smile.

"No, not really. To busyt. I think I'm on the verge of dsicovering how the cogs were made to run on Dwemer artifatcs..."

Boran tried to cut in, "Actually, Brill..."

"...some sort of steam power, built threough an ingenious beltway system..."

Boran's voice grew louder, "Well, jI've got some good news..."

"...the steam runs through this venting system, expelling out of the..."

"BRILL!" Boran yelled, and the bosmer stopped.

"Brill, I need a favor."

His eyes narrowed. "Does this have to do with the Guild? Because I will not get involved with theives..." then, realizing what he just said, reiterated, "oh, except you and Dralin, you are alright."

"No," said Boran with a chuckle, "If you'll follow me, I think your research on Dwemer articfacts may become even more interesting..."

Brill, still suspicious, followed Boran out of the hut, and toward where Asgrim waited, with birds sitting upon his metal body.

"Oh my!" exlaimed Brill."

[Spetznaz Assault Teams]

Halt Do'urden

Halt smiled under his cowl. He had been leaning on the wall of a building across the street from where Boran had left his metal friend when Boran came out. Halt reached up and patted the nose of the Horse standing next to him. He walked across the street, ignoring the curious glances that his weapons got him. He called out when he was just a few paces away.

"Boran! Fancy meeting you here!"

He smiled again. Race, won.

[Zemkal]

Halt Do'urden

Halt smiled under his cowl. He had been leaning on the wall of a building across the street from where Boran had left his metal friend when Boran came out. Halt reached up and patted the nose of the Horse standing next to him. He walked across the street, ignoring the curious glances that his weapons got him. He called out when he was just a few paces away.

"Boran! Fancy meeting you here!"

He smiled again. Race, won.

Boran heard a familiar voice from behind him, and, as Brill examined Asgrim, he turned to meet Halt.

"Halt?" he said, in confusion. "I thought you were heading to Cyrodiil with the others?" he did not say this in displeasure, just in surprise.

[Oblivion2]

Asgrim looked up as Boran returned to his little slice of paradise, and the birds fluttered off of him back into the sky. "Birds nice," he said standing back up.

He regarded Halt and Brill suspiciously, "Boran friends?" he began to reach for his ballista crossbow slung across his back. He didn't draw it but he had to make sure he was safe.

[Zemkal]

Asgrim looked up as Boran returned to his little slice of paradise, and the birds fluttered off of him back into the sky. "Birds nice," he said standing back up.

He regarded Halt and Brill suspiciously, "Boran friends?" he began to reach for his ballista crossbow slung across his back. He didn't draw it but he had to make sure he was safe.

"Yes, yes Asgrim, they are friends. Brill will be taking care of you," he pointed at Brill, "...while I am away."

"Trouly a remarkable specimen..." said Brill. "How is it you can speak, Asgrim?" he edged closer to Asgrim. "Oh, of course, the soul gems... how odd... how very, very odd..." he looked up at the Centurions stone-set face. "Do you understand your abilities, Asgrim? What makes your suit move? Why the dwemer made your armor?" he said all this while circling around Asgrim, staring him up and down.

Perhaps Boran would need to remind Brill where his responsibilities lie. "You will not disect him. He has the mind of a child, and is very confused. You will help him understand who he is, and what he is capable of. No one is to know about him."

Brill looked hurt, but Boran knew better. "How dare you question my loyalties? I am fully capable of this task. Still..." he turned back to Asgrim. "Tell me, son, do you sometimes hear other voices inside that suit?"

Boran rolled his eyes and turned back to Halt. "Sorry about that."

[Aeaea]

Fianna Woodcroft and her familiar Bade,
Blind Cliff Towers, the Reach, Skyrim

"Pretty pretty poisons, for pretty pretty eyes," The raspy hum of a content, devious Hagraven awoke Fianna. She was on the floor, and there were bones around her -- none human, by the looks, thank Kynareth -- and she was still wearing her black robes. Her bag, alchemy pouch, and hood were gone. As was Bade, her familiar. What had happened in the forest? Had she strayed to far? Turning to her left, she saw a Hagraven aligning the bones in straight lines, and breaking in half the ones that did not align with the others. She seemed very steady in her work, like any other intelligent being . . but she was still a creature of evil.

Fianna made a slight cough, and the Hagraven turned to her. "Ah, pretty morsel is awake. It is high time, girl. . Melka was getting no more patient," Said the Hagraven, in her clipped version of the Tamriel tongue. Fianna squirmed a bit. "Do not fret, meat sack. Melka will not kill you, Melka knows you are one of us," rasped the Hag, fiddling with the animal bones. Fianna then took note of her surroundings -- she was in a prison.

"Where . . where am I?" Fianna asked, her voice breaking a little.

"You are in Melka's tower! You like, yes? Melka is Matriarch to Forsworn. They keep her good, they do . . until sister Petra made greed in her eyes," Melka grimaced bitterly. She wasn't wearing the traditional robes of the Forsworn witches. Rather, she donned a similar black robe as Fianna, torn at the legs. Had she been demoted to witch? "Well, witchling. You help Melka escape, Melka will not kill you. Good trade, yes?"

Fianna swallowed, and nodded. "Yes!" She said, a little to quickly. The Hagraven regarded her, and got up off of the ground. So that was it. The Forsworn . . yes, Fianna remembered now. The Forsworn ambushed her in the dead of the night, when she was traveling. "Your kitty is in the slaughter room," Melka said mournfully. "Such a pretty kitty. . . it would kill pretty things . . ." She trailed off. Sticking a limb through the bars, she flicked her long wrist, and the level on the other side of the room moved. Fianna wondered why she hadn't done it in the first place. . . perhaps she thought Fianna would be of use to her in taking the other Forsworn?

"Curse Petra's eyes," Scoffed Melka, who hobbled to the other side of the room. She grabbed a staff, a Hagraven staff -- Fianna had seen staves like them. It was adorned with Hagraven feathers, and was a pale golden brown that screamed 'Forsworn'. "Well, come now. We go see if your kitty still has his eyes. Then we murder sister Petra."

The tower wasn't extremely large, Fianna thought, or Melka just had a really good memory. Perhaps Hagravens had a sixth sense? Some kind of navigation system in their minds? No matter. Within minutes, Melka had brought Fianna to a door. She looked up at Fianna. "Ready your magicks. Melka strikes now." As soon as Fianna nodded, the Hagraven staff fired up, sending a blast of fire at the iron door. It sprung off it's hinges, and hit someone in the back -- Fianna could hear the groan of a fallen Forsworn. Fianna and Melka stood on either side of the door, waiting for someone to run out to see what happened -- and they did. A female Forsworn. Fianna took out her steel dagger, and plunged it into the woman's shoulder. She was still alive, but badly wounded . . perhaps, fatally. Melka swung a clawed hand at the Forsworn woman, and she had no chance of surviving anymore.

The room was big, and led to others, Fianna could tell. There were dead animals hung on the walls -- rabbits, pheasants, and the like -- and a table, that was splattered with blood and a goat's head. Fianna swallowed hard. Melka motioned for her to follow, and lead her to two cages in the room. They connected together, and in them, were Fianna's familiar and a nature spirit. A Spriggan. Fianna went to open the cage, but Melka stopped her. "Patience." The Spriggan had started buzzing when Melka and Fianna entered, probably sensing the Hagraven . . a creature of the Daedric Prince Hircine, an enemy of the Spriggan's spiritual mother, Kynareth. It was getting agitated, and Bade began growling deep in his throat. He lunged at the nature guardian, biting her throat and pushing her to the ground. The buzzing became faint, and eventually stopped.

"Good kitty," Melka cooed. She opened the cage, and Bade slinked out, walking behind Fianna slowly. He avoided Melka, but acknowledged her without a growl. "Pretty earth creature dead. Pity, pity," The Hagraven cackled. Fianna found it odd that she used sarcasm, but knew that Hagravens used to be witches, like she was. Their intelligence must be higher than an average human, elf, or beast. After a moment, Melka snapped, "Come." Fianna did as she was told. "You need new knife, I have knife. From sister on Orphan Rock. Throw away mundane instrument, witchling," said Melka. "We kill Petra, and I let you the Nettlebane."

The Nettlebane? Scorn of Kynareth? One of the most prized possessions of the Hagravens, one of the most feared weapons to all of Kynareth's supporters, one of the weapons of the Daedra? Fianna didn't know what to say. She couldn't say no, although much of her wanted to. The Nettlebane was an extremely evil weapon, one that Fianna did not know if she could handle. It was corrupt. It would, if she wasn't already one, make her an enemy to the gods. "Of course. The Nettlebane -- I am honored," She heard herself say. Melka looked pleased.

"Hircine has blessed you, my witchling." Melka smirked in the vile way Hagravens did. They were rarely ever seen as happy, though. Her feet -- talons -- clicked on the floor as she walked over to the western door. "Petra and Forsworn are in here. We kill them all, and I give you Nettlebane." Fianna nodded.

The Hagraven walked over to the other side of the room, and pulled a lever, instead of blasting the door. "Pretty pretty tower," Fianna heard her mutter. She supposed that the witch did not want her tower any more vandalized. The door opened, and a Forsworn at the top of the stairs in the room looked confused. "Huh? Is someone there?" The male Forsworn asked. He was wearing little to nothing . . a Forsworn head piece, the gauntlets and the boots, and a skirt of sorts. Barbarian, Fianna though. "Anya, come here. There's someone down there."

[The Treorai]

As Kreamus downed the first two sentries Aldus had already spotted the third, as the man turned to watch his comrades fall to the ground Aldus shot an ice spike into his head, shooting gore all over the walls.

Nodding at Kreamus he fell in behind him, Assassin or not he was efficient: and if their was one thing the Mage appreciated it was efficiency. "Clean kills," he whispered, "The rest won't know what hit them."

Kreamus gave a light chuckle as they neared the wall around the real fort. "Wasn't Countin' on it Friend." he said, and creaked open the door into the court yard. He looked inside, and saw 4 black robed men, 2 before the door with Silver Daggers. The others, looked like they where itching to throw a spell or two. A Man walked by the door, and quietly, Kreamus stabbed him with his dagger. He then slipped in before the others could notice. The other man patroling made his way out of the door sentries' line of sight. An arrow sprouted from the back of his head, and he fell. The other two men heard him fall, and went to see what had caused the noise. he left them too Aldus.

[Legionica]

"Nothing compared to what I've seen. It helps to stare at the sky, though. Especially since you can lie down and do so, in the cart. If you're cold, I'm sure I have a blanket." Aladur noticed her shivering, and despite the bitter frost, Aladur wasn't really that effected. He always carried a few layers of clothing and a blanket, though, as he never knew when he needed it.

Babbette,
The Jarrel Mountains, Cyrodiil,
Dovahkhiin

Babbette accepted a blanket, and wrapped it around herself. It was funny, Skyrim, the land of snow and ice, had seen little snow while she had been there, yet at the heart of the Empire, she was freezing.

The Caravan moved over the bridge, and rounded a sharp, and steep corner. Babbette took Aladur's advice, and tried to stare up into the sky.

The sun could now be seen breaking through the clouds over the immense landscape. It was starting to approuch sundown, but the sky had not taken a red tint yet, so they still had some time to make it to Bruma before nightfall.

She could now see a city in the distance, a walled city, with green all surrounding it. It looked immensly more warm than where they were now. She figured it must not be Bruma, because it looked rather lush, sort of like the little hamlet town she had visited with the orphanage back in High Rock.

"What is that place?" she asked, as they approuched yet another rickety bridge.

"It's Chorrol, one of the main cities of the Colovian Highlands of Western Cyrodil. Most likely one of the friendliest, of course. Closest to Hammerfell, I think. There's a nice old tree right in her heart. When I traveled along the roads, I liked to sit and rest under it, and watch the people move in and about..." Aladur smiled to himself when he thought about that. It was a good time, though still comparably horrid to other's childhood.

"My mother was a tailor, when I was young. She once made a beautiful blue dress for the Countess, there..."

[Aeaea]

Fianna Woodcroft and her familiar, Bade
Blind Cliff Bastion, The Reach,
Skyrim

Melka waddled into the room, allowing the two Forsworn to see her. "It's the old hag! She's escaped!" A female -- presumably Anya -- screamed. Melka didn't run, she barely even took two steps forward. She killed the male Forsworn with a blast of lightning, and he crumpled down the stone stairs. Fianna rushed in, following Bade up the stairs. Anya and two Forsworn were waiting for her -- an ice spike went through Anya's chest, blood gargling in her throat. The other two charged, but Bade took down the female with ease, and Fianna hit the male with another spike of ice. Melka walked upstairs, using her staff as a support. "Petra, she is in the room with her witchlings and Forsworn. My witchlings and Forsworn. Curse her eyes!"

It was true. As they walked through the door, two Forsworn rushed them. Bade took them both out. Fianna looked down. The room was extremely large, held an altar, alchemy lab, an enchantment table, a cauldron, a dining table (from the looks of it), at least ten Forsworn, three witches, and a Hag, mixing some kind of potion . . or poison. Melka wasted no time in sending a firebolt at the closest Forsworn. She didn't want to mess anything up. Fianna aided her, sending ice spikes down like hail. Blade went down the slope, and before the Forsworn knew it, four of them were dead. "Do not kill the witchlings, girl," Melka warned, making her way after Bade. She was confident the Forsworn stood no chance. "You, kill Petra. I kill Forsworn." Fianna nodded. The Hagraven Petra threw her alchemy ingredients to the ground, dropped the long dagger she was using for a sacrificial goat (that was the Nettlebane, Fianna assumed. A long, grooved, black blade with a stone hilt and a sanded stone blade. It looked ancient, more ancient than the Forsworn traditions.)

The witches backed away from Petra, readying their wards. They did not need Melka attacking them, and Fianna did not blame them. "Bade," Fianna muttered. "Distract Petra. I'll kill her," Bade growled, and rushed the Hagraven. She disposed of him in a quick swipe of her claws. He cried, and fell to the ground. Fianna sent a chain of lightning at Petra, which bounded from her to break all of the witches wards. Petra screeched, and keelhauled over. She was dead. Fianna had gotten a lucky shot.

[Zemkal]

Babbette,
Jarrell Mountains, Cyrodiil,
Dovakhiin

Babbette listened intently to Aladur's story, moving her eyes from him to Chorrol in the distance.

For a man who wanted the Empire dead, he sure had found memories of such a major Imperial Town. "Did you spend a lot of your time in Cyrodiil as a kid? ". She asked, as the carts rolled up on a man made slope.

[Legionica]

Babbette,
Jarrell Mountains, Cyrodiil,
Dovakhiin

Babbette listened intently to Aladur's story, moving her eyes from him to Chorrol in the distance.

For a man who wanted the Empire dead, he sure had found memories of such a major Imperial Town. "Did you spend a lot of your time in Cyrodiil as a kid? ". She asked, as the carts rolled up on a man made slope.

"I spent most of my time roving about Tamriel, but Cyrodil was by far the nicest place. High Rock had too much war, Valenwood was far too hot, Elsweyr was filled with far too many inhospitable delicacies, and Morrowind was just not very exciting. It seemed everyhting was fine, back then. That was before the pirate attack on my my family, the death of my older brother, and when I ran away from home..." Aladur thought back to that moment, when he had decided. He also remembered that he had not seen his family in years. They were probably dead by now, but still... He wanted to find their graves, just the same.

[Spetznaz Assault Teams]

Asgrim looked up as Boran returned to his little slice of paradise, and the birds fluttered off of him back into the sky. "Birds nice," he said standing back up.

He regarded Halt and Brill suspiciously, "Boran friends?" he began to reach for his ballista crossbow slung across his back. He didn't draw it but he had to make sure he was safe.

"Yes, yes Asgrim, they are friends. Brill will be taking care of you," he pointed at Brill, "...while I am away."

"Trouly a remarkable specimen..." said Brill. "How is it you can speak, Asgrim?" he edged closer to Asgrim. "Oh, of course, the soul gems... how odd... how very, very odd..." he looked up at the Centurions stone-set face. "Do you understand your abilities, Asgrim? What makes your suit move? Why the dwemer made your armor?" he said all this while circling around Asgrim, staring him up and down.

Perhaps Boran would need to remind Brill where his responsibilities lie. "You will not disect him. He has the mind of a child, and is very confused. You will help him understand who he is, and what he is capable of. No one is to know about him."

Brill looked hurt, but Boran knew better. "How dare you question my loyalties? I am fully capable of this task. Still..." he turned back to Asgrim. "Tell me, son, do you sometimes hear other voices inside that suit?"

Boran rolled his eyes and turned back to Halt. "Sorry about that."

Halt Do'urden

Halt laughed. "You do keep odd company, myself included!" He laughed again. "It's good to see you. I saw you take off and followed." He sobered his tone a bit "what is the story with the" he glanced around "armor that was in your little cabin spot? Because that looked a lot like the armor worn by the guy you didn't want to see you. I sent him the wrong way, by the way. I got payed 500 gold to send him south. Not bad eh?"

[Aeaea]

Fianna Woodcroft and her familiar Bane,
Blind Cliff Bastion, The Reach,
Skyrim

The three witches -- a Nord, a Dunmer, and an Altmer -- backed away at Melka's approach. "Uresa. . " Melka growled, and the Dunmer, who had long, black hair, and a pale blue hue to her gray skin backed away. She bowed her head in shame at Melka. "Aranalda . . . " The tall High Elf looked down as well, but not as much. She had the brownish yellow skin that Altmers had, and short, white hair that came past her ears. She wore, like the other two, black robes, but she was the only one wearing an amulet. ". . Kar." The blond Nord woman, with the muscled body and blue eyes, stood only a few inches shorter than the High Elf. She looked the most ashamed. "My sisters. . . you offend your Coven Mother." So, they had a Coven here. As in Skyrim, all of the Covens were headed by a Hagraven, or group. Petra must have been part of the circle, then. Now, only their Coven Mother was left.

Aranalda spoke first, in her accent from the Isles. "Melka, I am deeply sorry for all of the trouble we have taken part in. We should have freed you. This tower belongs to you, not to your sister. Nor the Forsworn who claim to revere you." Aranalda spoke clearly. "But dare I ask you, my mother, who is this you bring us? She smells of . . non corrupted magics."

Melka narrowed her eyes. "She is of the Sisterhood, make no mistake. Yet so are many other 'good' witches, tarnish name, they do," The other three nodded in agreement. Fianna knew who she meant . . . the apothecaries were often witches, for instance. They just didn't make it publicly known, as in Skyrim, when people thought of witches, they thought of . . this. "Morsel, are you of the true way of witches? Have you scorned your power?"

Fianna shook her head. "I have not decided whether to embrace your way or the way of the other witches, Melka," she said confidently. Melka walked over to the table Petra was working on, and grabbed the bloodied Nettlebane. She handed it to Fianna. "As promised."

"You gave her the Nettlebane?" asked Aranalda, astonished. She absentmindedly clutched the dagger at her waist.

“This witchling helps Melka, not like you,” Melka retorted. “Fianna,” Melka said, wiping off Petra's feathers from her arcane enchanter. “You will study with Melka, yes? Melka offers pretty tower to you.” She looked eager, which was an odd look on a Hagraven. Fianna studied her. Was she offering to teach Fianna?

(OOC: Woot! Three well bodied posts in a day! 8D)

[Zemkal]

Babbette,
Jarrell Mountains, Cyrodiil,
Dovakhiin

Babbette listened intently to Aladur's story, moving her eyes from him to Chorrol in the distance.

For a man who wanted the Empire dead, he sure had found memories of such a major Imperial Town. "Did you spend a lot of your time in Cyrodiil as a kid? ". She asked, as the carts rolled up on a man made slope.

"I spent most of my time roving about Tamriel, but Cyrodil was by far the nicest place. High Rock had too much war, Valenwood was far too hot, Elsweyr was filled with far too many inhospitable delicacies, and Morrowind was just not very exciting. It seemed everyhting was fine, back then. That was before the pirate attack on my my family, the death of my older brother, and when I ran away from home..." Aladur thought back to that moment, when he had decided. He also remembered that he had not seen his family in years. They were probably dead by now, but still... He wanted to find their graves, just the same.

Babbette,
Jerall Mountains, Cyrodiil,
Dovakhiin

Babbette began to ask Aladur why he had run away, but the carty, now on a sllope, started pulling up on something odd.

"Whats that?" she asked, pointing at an odd, red arced pillar that stuck out of th ground. The snow didn't touch it, and the ground seemed barren around it, save for some grass that looked like a brownish-red. It was as if life had completely avoided the area with whichthis pillar was.

The Dark Elf driver was the one with the answer. "That is where an Oblivion Gate used to be. Its odd, throughout the Empire, anwhere where a Gate was, the land just refuses to become furtile again. Hasn't helped Farmers down this way..."

Something clicked inside Babbettes head. "Stop the cart!" she yelled, and the caravan came to a halt. She hopped out, running toward the thing. It felt menacing.

'Is this Bloodgrass?" she asked Aladur, pointing at the grass that she had noticed earlier.

[Zemkal]

"Yes, yes Asgrim, they are friends. Brill will be taking care of you," he pointed at Brill, "...while I am away."

"Trouly a remarkable specimen..." said Brill. "How is it you can speak, Asgrim?" he edged closer to Asgrim. "Oh, of course, the soul gems... how odd... how very, very odd..." he looked up at the Centurions stone-set face. "Do you understand your abilities, Asgrim? What makes your suit move? Why the dwemer made your armor?" he said all this while circling around Asgrim, staring him up and down.

Perhaps Boran would need to remind Brill where his responsibilities lie. "You will not disect him. He has the mind of a child, and is very confused. You will help him understand who he is, and what he is capable of. No one is to know about him."

Brill looked hurt, but Boran knew better. "How dare you question my loyalties? I am fully capable of this task. Still..." he turned back to Asgrim. "Tell me, son, do you sometimes hear other voices inside that suit?"

Boran rolled his eyes and turned back to Halt. "Sorry about that."

Halt Do'urden

Halt laughed. "You do keep odd company, myself included!" He laughed again. "It's good to see you. I saw you take off and followed." He sobered his tone a bit "what is the story with the" he glanced around "armor that was in your little cabin spot? Because that looked a lot like the armor worn by the guy you didn't want to see you. I sent him the wrong way, by the way. I got payed 500 gold to send him south. Not bad eh?"

Boran was confused. "No, that was my Ebony armor. I used to have all that on my ship, but alas, it is gone." he lowered his voice a bit, "The guy was looking for us, after the... incident with the guards and that Bladesmen. Had to get out quick. Knew you would understand. And hell, you even got payed from the situation!"

Boran laughed, then half turned back to Brill, who was studying Asgrim intently. "Interesting Centurion, isn't it?" He looked back at Halt. "Says he can "smell" the dragonborn on me. He wants to see Babbette. He says he needs to protect her."

[Spetznaz Assault Teams]

Halt Do'urden

Halt laughed. "You do keep odd company, myself included!" He laughed again. "It's good to see you. I saw you take off and followed." He sobered his tone a bit "what is the story with the" he glanced around "armor that was in your little cabin spot? Because that looked a lot like the armor worn by the guy you didn't want to see you. I sent him the wrong way, by the way. I got payed 500 gold to send him south. Not bad eh?"

Boran was confused. "No, that was my Ebony armor. I used to have all that on my ship, but alas, it is gone." he lowered his voice a bit, "The guy was looking for us, after the... incident with the guards and that Bladesmen. Had to get out quick. Knew you would understand. And hell, you even got payed from the situation!"

Boran laughed, then half turned back to Brill, who was studying Asgrim intently. "Interesting Centurion, isn't it?" He looked back at Halt. "Says he can "smell" the dragonborn on me. He wants to see Babbette. He says he needs to protect her."

Halt Do'urden

Halt shrugged. "Oh well. Alas indeed. He wants to protect her?" Halt looked Asgrim up and down rapidly. "Well he sure as hell looks dangerous. How does- oh wait. Before that, here" Halt fished into his purse and pulled out a small sack, giving it a quick weigh he tossed it to Boran. "That's around 250 gold. Your cut. If it weren't for you I would never have made the money anyways, so it seems fair. But, how does he fight?"

[Zemkal]

Boran was confused. "No, that was my Ebony armor. I used to have all that on my ship, but alas, it is gone." he lowered his voice a bit, "The guy was looking for us, after the... incident with the guards and that Bladesmen. Had to get out quick. Knew you would understand. And hell, you even got payed from the situation!"

Boran laughed, then half turned back to Brill, who was studying Asgrim intently. "Interesting Centurion, isn't it?" He looked back at Halt. "Says he can "smell" the dragonborn on me. He wants to see Babbette. He says he needs to protect her."

Halt Do'urden

Halt shrugged. "Oh well. Alas indeed. He wants to protect her?" Halt looked Asgrim up and down rapidly. "Well he sure as hell looks dangerous. How does- oh wait. Before that, here" Halt fished into his purse and pulled out a small sack, giving it a quick weigh he tossed it to Boran. "That's around 250 gold. Your cut. If it weren't for you I would never have made the money anyways, so it seems fair. But, how does he fight?"

Boran eyed the coinpurse. "I don't take money for you doing me a favor." he said, handing it back. "Consider it a repayment. I still owe you one, though."

Boran looked at Asgrim. "He's scary powerful physically. Problem is, he's very suseptible to magic. Still, he has the mind of a child. Its an odd thing. But, I figure, even if we didn't want his help, he woulld follow anyway, so might as well embrace it, eh?"