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Post by sibera on Apr 15, 2010 15:52:07 GMT
Ji'zahd leaned against the wall and listened to them bickering and argueing, he found it rather intruiging that the Arcane university in all its might could not discern what if anything was causing this. Had they not looked into those vast biased libraries of deadra and looked at old possibly forgotten ones? He shook his head as people seemed to be leaving "Just one question.. has the Arcane university considered the possibility of another Deadra Prince involved? Even as obscure as the prince of order? Jyggalagg?" he asked in a rather not so raspy or growly tone but a somewhat more practiced and easily understood tone. Even if it was heavy with that Khajiiti accent, not like anyone could hide it of course.
Quietly he stopped leaning on the wall, swaying his tail about in a patient, timed, unsure manner. Ji'zahd was merely asking out of curiosity and to see how far those mages had actually looked. As there were more sources to this than what could have met the eye.
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Post by Elgen on Apr 15, 2010 16:42:25 GMT
Aron reckoned the meeting was nearing the end with the breton woman leaving, and the lot of the talking about the Cheydinhal refuge. He tried not to look too harsly on the battlemage. Maybe the man could fly there himself, but the rest would use ages to get to Cheydinhal on foot. Ocato probably had horses they could use. How people got around these days without horses was beyond Aron, but maybe they liked spending ages on getting anywhere.
"My lord Ocato" Aron said, as he bowed with one hand to his chest. He wasted no time and soon was on his way out the door, headed for the inn where he'd been staying to retrieve his equipment. He'd also have to get his horse from the stables. He believed he had time enough, since the rest of the party probably first had to find their servants, lest, heaven forbid, they wanted to pack their bags themselves.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 15, 2010 19:32:06 GMT
OOC: Glad you enjoy him, IN. If he comes off as snakelike and oily, then I'm writing him properly: That's precisely the image that I'm trying to capture with him. Not outright dangerous or treacherous just... insidious.
IC: As the others began to leave the room - including the silver clad Breton (OOC: I always keep mixing this up with Bosmer!) woman, Wilfric turned his gaze on them. He couldn't help but laugh to himself as they utterly dismissed any questions, traipsing out without so much as a care in the world. They didn't know everything yet, and the sheer absurdity of the questions they had passed up struck him dumb.
"Well... They don't have any questions, but I certainly do." Wilfric turned almost lazily back to the Chancellor, his lips pulling up into a thin, sallow smirk. "Namely, I have three rather important questions. One: You say that they are gathered in 'Small Pockets'. Just what kind of pockets? How many and of what kind of Daedra can we expect? If it's a small pocket of Daedroth, it's considerably more dangerous than a smattering of lower Daedra, understand."
Licking his lips, he turned, pacing towards the assassin girl. "Second, what, if any, resources are you providing? Horses for transport, an escort of a few soldiers, some gold for acquiring more resources, anything? Though the soldiers are unlikely with the Legion stretched, anything else provided would be useful."
Finally reaching Nina, Wilfric turned fully towards her, raising one gloved hand from the depths of his cloak. Gently wrapping his hand around her chin so that his fingers pressed into her cheek, he drew her head forward, leaning in to loom ominously over her.
"After we leave here, speak with me in my villa located in the Talos Plaza." He half-whispered half-hissed into her ear. "I have a proposition, if you are so interested..."
Taking a step back, he cupped one of the assassin woman's hands in his other gloved hand, raising it out like he would a noblewoman's. Bringing it up to kiss the back of her hand in a display of chivalry - though inside it disgusted him to have to do so. He still wanted to strike her for showing such disregard for the system Wilfric used to such effect - he turned his attention back to the Chancellor.
"And lastly..." He continued, as he released Nina and paced back towards his starting point. "Where near Cheydinhal, exactly, was this group of Daedra spotted? Cheydinhal is off rather on its own on the Eastern part of the Empire: There are quite a lot of places around it for Daedra to hide. A few more specifics would be a great help in tracking them."
As he reached his spot, he snapped around, to fix Ocato with his thin smirk once more. "That is, if you have the information I requested, my Lord... if not, then I shall of course take my leave."
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Post by FC4 on Apr 15, 2010 21:27:52 GMT
Malinus watched the behavior of the nobleman as he slithered around the room, his cloak flowing effortlessly behind him, like a tail follows the head of a serpent. He really didn't like the man, and every word he spoke as he walked made Malinus dislike him more. The useless motions and all-for-show behavior as he talked.
But what really got the battlemage on edge was that he agreed with this nobleman's words. Everything he spoke of in this council chamber was spot on, perfect questioning. He brought up important points, always, and points he agreed with in their value. What truly made the battlemage dislike him? He looked so wrong, so unpleasant a person to have to deal with, but Malinus found him to be intelligent, pragmatic, and sensible... all qualities he liked.
"More importantly, to the first, has anyone had interaction with these pockets, and how has this interaction gone?" Malinus asked, adding to the nobleman's questions. "This would affect our options in handling these Daedra, particularly in communication."
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 15, 2010 21:32:28 GMT
OOC: Sibera, have you read much Witcher? IC:
She strode swiftly, though with the ease of movement of one who was unhurried. Though she was quite small in build- indeed, she was often mistaken for a child or adolescent- she had long legs and a light frame, and that meant she could move at speed without much strain.
She barely looked at the guards as she passed them, although all her other senses were on high alert for signs of attack, and in return they paid no attention to her. It was long before the massive doors were heaved open and she was standing beneath a blue sky.
For a moment, she stood still there, just outside the gates of the White Gold Tower, enjoying the gentle breeze and the rare warmth of sun on her face. She looked oddly free, almost... peaceful. So different from the careworn, demure woman who had slunk around the palace.
Then her age and her worries caught up with her in the usual ugly reality. She whispered something unintellible and then the sun was no longer sparkling off of her silver dress, nor did it warm her pallid complexion. Invisible, she strode lightly out of the Elven Gardens district and made her way to the Temple District- strangely enough, sticking to the shadows despite her magical deception, as if frightened that eyes could somehow penetrate the powerful cloak.
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Post by shadow666 on Apr 16, 2010 0:50:47 GMT
While the others left to go about their business, Nina remained, wondering while people would leave so soon without trying to procure any other information about the task at hand. what surprised her even more was the fact that no one seemed to want to stop her for her blatant disregard for the orders the chancellor gave to her about respect.
While the Nobleman and the Old battlemage asked quuestions, Nina was still running through what was required of them through her head. It seemed that she would have to consort with her mistress about the information she had learnt before knowing exactly what must be done.
She hadn't noticed that Wilfric was coming towards her as he spoke, and eye eyes widened slightly as he placed his hand on her chin and cheek and brought her head down as he whispered about her meeting him at his villa to hear a proposition of his, before letting go of her chin and bringing her other hand up as he kissed it.
As he let go Nina Had no reaction, but knew if he did something like that again he would be put down. It was only then the words of the Khajiit sank into her head and she laughed. "Not even the Prince of order would try to kill of his brothers despite their betrayal of him..No Prince of Divine would do anything to try and kill their brethren because of the imbalances it would create."
Her hand was still where it was after Wilfric let go, and she placed it back down. "Only when we head to this camp will we gain any insight on anything. My mistress has taught me the daedric tongue from when i was little, though i am not perfect yet. But if we need to communicate with the daedra, i will be of use in that respect as much as a use in killing them if they prove to be unhelpful" those last words made her smile. It had been a while since she felt the wetness of blood coating her hands as she pulled her dagger out of her victim after delivering the killing blow.
but after all of this she started to contemplate the man's offer, but knew that she would go to recover her weapons first in case the man wished for something else.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 16, 2010 3:31:12 GMT
"At present, I'm afraid we have virtually no information to indicate who might be behind these attacks, or why," Ocato explained to the group, once again attempting to address as many of their questions as possible. "Hence our need to investigate. However, I'm not willing to rule out anything at this point." It was, of course, an encouraging sign that they were willing to gather as much information about the assignment as possible: it meant that they were intelligent enough to recognize the serious nature of the situation.
"Now, regarding the nature of the cells themselves. Our initial reports seem to indicate a wide variety of different Daedra present at a number of these sites. Daedra that, according to most everything we know about them, are rarely seen together. Dremora, Xivilai, Golden Saints...Daedra that serve a number of Princes, all seen together, and without any obvious evidence of summoners present." Ocato shook his head solemnly. "What is more confusing...is that they all appear to be intelligent Daedra, of one sort or another. There appear to be no Clanfear, no Scamps, no beastial Daedra of any kind, present."
Ocato looked directly at Wilfric. "So, Mister Salazar, I would suggest you assume this pocket to be extremely dangerous, and plan accordingly." With that, he turned his attention towards Malinus. "Now then, on to your question, good battlemage. Aside from the Legionnaire scouts who gathered the information I just mentioned, both the Cheydinhal city guard and Fighter's Guild have sent a small number of teams to investigate the refuge in question, a previously abandoned fort very near to the city itself. I'm afraid that none of the teams have been heard from since, and we're assuming they've suffered complete casualties."
Ocato surveyed those assembled, or at least those who had yet to leave the Council Chambers, and offered a faint smile. "However, I have faith that this group will succeed," he explained with genuine conviction in his voice. And it was the truth: they were a truly diverse group of individuals, and Ocato had selected them for those very qualities. He had little doubt that each of them would prove useful in allowing this group to succeed where the others had failed.
"Commander Callius will be accompanying you on the mission, and will lead you to the specific location of the Daedric refuge itself. The Cheydinhal guard has been made aware of your arrival, though I cannot say for certain whether they will offer any additional support."
Seraphin took a sweeping glance of those around him. "Enough steeds have been arranged for everyone. They're waiting in the stables outside the Talos Plaza District, and we have enough rations to last us for the length of the mission, should it prove necessary. I suggest everyone gather whatever equipment they might need, and then meet outside the stables once you're ready." Seraphin saluted towards the Chancellor, and then left the Council Chambers, making his way towards the rendezvous point.
Ocato nodded at the rest of the group. "If you have any final questions, I suggest you ask them now," he explained. "Otherwise, I wish you all luck...and long live the Empire."
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 16, 2010 6:36:13 GMT
After Ocato finished, Wilfric took a moment to pause, mulling over everything that he had said. He had been hoping that it was only the Lesser of the Daedra that had been called out, but it seemed that he had no such luck. The knowledge that they would be facing enemies that could think, had infernal powers at their disposal, and were not actually mortal - he had no doubt that whatever thing it was calling them, it could easily call up more and more of the powerful Daedra - was grim indeed.
"I see... Well, if that is the case, then I have no more information I require. I shall take my leave now, and see to acquiring..." His eyes traveled unwilled to Nina, who looked rather miffed at the moment. Not that he really cared: She could be just as frustrated as she liked, so long as she ended up serving his needs. He was not there to make her happy.
"... More resources..." He finished after a brief pause, turning his gaze back to Ocato.
"I bid you good day, Chancellor... And long live the Empire." Wilfric intoned, bowing low once more. Again that hand crept out to hold his cloak open, purely out of habit. It was a simple trademark of the man's...
After rising from his bow, Wilfric spun on his heel, his cloak fluttering about him in a wave of azure fabric. Pausing a moment to let it settle, Wilfric used the shifting fabric to disguise his hand dipping down into the pouch at his side. Removing a small, slender vial, he strode purposefully through the doors, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
He had a date with an assassin...
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 16, 2010 7:02:07 GMT
Ephemera stood before a large manor in the Temple District, gazing up at it with a thoughtful expression, eyelashes lowered. It had once belonged to a man- or rather, a vampire- by the name of Seridur. Now, where the plaque bearing the owner's name would normally sit, there was a golden plate that read 'Virtue' and beneath it, in smaller letters 'Roland Jenseric'.
She hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open, shedding her invisibility as she slipped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her.
She crept to the stairs. "Hullo, Ephemera!" there was a scraping of chairs and a flurry as people bow. Wincing inwardly to herself, Ephemera returned with a cursty, somewhat unnerved with by all the beaming faces.
This did not look like a coven of vampire hunters. Ephemera would know; she had had an awful lot to do with vampire hunters, and none of them smiled so much as these did. She knew that these particular hunters had once been unwittingly in service to a vampire, and that they freely admitted that they neither knew where vampires were, nor had it within their power to kill one.
"I must go now," she murmured. "My business in the Imperial City is done."
Roland beamed at her. "Oh, well that's wonderful. Give the Count our regards- it was good of him to send all those silver weapons- I'd forgotten silver hurts vampires."
Ephemera was certain her master wished he could forget that too. She went upstairs, and collected her pack from the room they'd provided. It was up in the attic, a small room, but pleasant to Ephemera because it had a skylight, and many birds perched on the windowsills- there were pigeons there now. She approached on silent feet, and slowly reached for one of the birds, grasping him firmly as soon as hands touched feathers. Then she held him to her chest and rubbed the back of his head, feathers oily but smooth. The pigeon cooed, confused as to why it wasn't being eaten, but couldn't struggle with its wings pinned to its sides.
After a little while, Ephemera placed it back on the windowsill, where it flew away in a flurry of feathers, leaving Ephemera alone. She collected her satchel, which was small, and her saddle bags, which were larger, and walked downstairs, made uneasy by the extra weight and the strange stance she had to adopt to counterweight.
There were a chorus of goodbyes as she headed for the door, but Ephemera paused, stayed by some strange impulse of care for this hopeless bunch. At length, she murmured, "Wear silver armour if you can. Unnatural creatures are loathe to touch it.Never go anywhere alone, and hunt during the day, with a good firespell on hand."
The faces of the Order looked a little confused. "Don't you worry, Ephemera. You just leave the vampire hunting the professionals," said Gilen Norvalo.
"Quite," she replied, resignation in her tone. The bodyguard opened the door for her, and then she was out into glorious sunshine, staggering towards the door to Cyrodiil under the weight of her possessions.
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Post by sibera on Apr 16, 2010 15:20:13 GMT
ooc: Webster! Thats a rather cool character XD He seems very..flamboyant and somewhat exotic in his actions.
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He nodded softly and thought on that he was told from the Chancellor his mind racing a mile a minute. Xivili? Dremora? Aurials? This does not make sense, while the Xivili and dremora might be common together.. the Saints are a bit off.. unless something may have happened to Sheogoraths Realm or the god himself.. he was thinking rather hard, his face was blank almost as he stared into one of the guards before snapping out. "Hmm?" he shook his head softly and looked at ocato "I think that is it.. " he nodded quietly and turned to walk out, muttering a few things in Ta'agra, about the deadra and possible thoughts on it.
Quietly he walked outside and stretched out, cracking his neck abit before retrieving his weapons from one of the guards. Whom he had given them to for safe keeping at the time. Since this was a rush in meeting. Sheathing the two kukri on the back of his belt in their respective engraved leather sheathes. The large sword he slid into its scabbard with a smile on his face before walking down onto the cobbled street, thinking on the list of items he'd need.
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Post by shadow666 on Apr 16, 2010 16:35:27 GMT
<ooc> well this is going to be fun >: D
<ic> Nina glared as the nobleman made his leave, leaving her still wondering what the hell he meant by what he said. As the Chancellor asked if they had any more questions Nina shook her head.
"I think i should go and make sure your men haven't ruined any of my equipment with their grubby fingers" Nina said as she spun on her heals and paced out, pushing the doors with some force due to her annoyance with the situation. She asked to be taken to the Armoury to retrieve her weapons and was escorted towards the room.
As she entered she saw that all of her belongings were placed neatly on the table. "At least you know when to leave someones belongings alo-" Nina began to complement the guard when she noticed one small thing..
The guard didn't know what was coming as Nina pinned the one guarding the room against the wall, a hidden dagger that was not confiscated pressed against his throat. "I was going to give my first compliment ever but theres a tiny problem.. wheres my favourite throwing dagger hmm?"
"I don't know what you are talking about?!" The guard exclaimed and felt the dagger press closer to his throat.
"Really? so you are blind as well as stupid?" Nina responded as her other hand reached behind her to grab her pistol crossbow and aimed it at the guard coming in after hearing the commotion.
"I swear all you guards ever do is try to screw around with me. First singling me out to hand in my weapons, and then stealing my favourite throwing dagger. Its almost as if you want me to bathe in blood." Nina's knee helped pin the man to the wall as she glanced about seeing if anyone else wanted to join.
"Wait! i remember something.." The guard who she had pinned began to speak and Nina turned her head back.
"Well spit it out already then, my hand has an itch that needs to be scratched" She said and smiled wickedly at him waiting for him to speak.
"Th-The beautiful aide.. came up and admired your weapons.. i didn't look at her hands because i was looking at her.. but then she left" he stuttered and Nin let go of him and put the safety off her mini crossbow.
"Bitch" Nina simply said and began to re-equip her armaments, before storming back out and towards the council chambers again, As she reached the doors again she was stopped.
"Ma'am you aren't allowed back in there with those weapons, commander's orders" the Guard said and she gave him a glare that would make any man wet themselves.
"Then go in there and find his aide and bring her skanky hide here so i can skin her away from the chancellor, i mean talk with her" She said still glaring at him and the man nodded slowly before heading inside to bear the news.
<ooc> If this wasn't what you meant by what you told me Nova i guess just simply send him back so she can go destroy something somewhere else xD
or just pm me so i can alter it or something
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Post by Simmo33 on Apr 16, 2010 18:27:25 GMT
Raydus half-listened as Chancellor Ocato continued to discuss the mission. Raydus didn't know much about Daedra, Daedric Princes, Dremora, Xivilai or Golden Saints, he just knew how to banish one for a long, long time.
He was listening just enough to hear the Chancellor say "Enough steeds have been arranged for everyone. They're waiting in the stables outside the Talos Plaza District..."
On that note, Raydus left the room and headed to collect his sword from the armoury before he went to the stables. As he exited the chamber he noticed the woman with the spider-web mark on her eye, whom he had seen talking to the Paladin woman when he first entered the tower. Raydus could see from her clothes and build that she was an assassin; she looked fairly small and light, perfect for moving swiftly and silently. She also had a very enraged look on her face, but Raydus didn't want to intefere.
Without saying a word, Raydus walked past her into the armoury. He opened the door to find a guard clutching his throat, clearly in shock. He seemed out of breath, and looked up at Raydus with a look of fright on his face as he walked in. He made no attempt to communicate with Raydus as he collected his trusty sword and rectangular shield. He was certain the assassin must have attacked the guard. He didn't confront her about it, but instead walked up behind her and rather loudly slid his sword into its sheath, careful to keep his distance in case she lashed out.
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Post by Vrek on Apr 17, 2010 15:44:49 GMT
Jeez, take a break for a few days and all this. Aaaaanyways...
IC: Almar had remained tight-lipped throughout the meeting with the Chancellor. He had feared that one outburst would put him at odds with the pikemen, and reflect badly on his people. And Almar didn't believe he could have spoken without giving offense to Ocato. He had walked into this city believing it was the capitol of a human province, not one belonging to the gold skinned elves.
Almar had grown along the western borders of Valenwood, a place at constant war with Khajiit, but far from the cities and roads the High Elves had imposed into his homeland. But regardless of where he or she was raised, every true Bosmer knew that no Altmer deserved, nor should receive, respect.
So, instead he had wisely held his tongue, and listened. Some things were disheartening, primarily was the implications that he'd have to work with the Khajiit - Khajiiti, rather, he did note the arrival of more of the beastmen. Stopping a god-slayer seemed like a simpler task then doing so alongside them.
After what seemed like an hour he was finally given opportunity to leave. As he left he dropped his aggressive stance, though he did offer a sneer to any of the Khajiit he saw. As he left the tower, he did take note of the Hand of Mephala threatening a guard, whom he gave a wide berth. He also caught sight of the billowing cloak of the man named Wilfric as it trailed after him.
As he watched Wilfric escape into the endless walls of the city, Almar's mood feel even more. He had no idea where the Talos Plaza was, or even how to get out of the city itself. With an audible sigh, he sat on one of the stone steps leading to the tower. Perhaps Selene could guide him out.
OOC: And now I realize why it took me so long to write a post. For this post alone I got distracted in the middle of writing it, then sat down and watched The Matrix with my sisters, then feel asleep. Almost a full 12 hour break was made.
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Post by Darkom on Apr 18, 2010 20:20:48 GMT
OOC: I too seem to have quite a bit to catch up on. I wish I could have made it in time to discuss Daedra with everyone, given my own interest in the subject as well as my character's. Oh well, maybe next time. IC: Ja'Rashi waited impatiently as the near-hairless men and elves discussed his Daedra; obviously only a few had any idea of what they were talking about. But Lord Merrunz... killed? Couldn't, elf-woman lies, she must be. The Khajiit eyed the Mephala worshipper with malice; he already had little fondness for followers of the other Princes, but such heresy appalled him. The human he had been talking with however, the elderly scholar, seemed to have more respect for his Lord. He knows Merrunz's goodness better than most, the Khajiit thought, rethinking his earlier opinions about the man. The other human however, the snaky-one as Ja'Rashi called him, seemed far more concerned with his precious Nine Divines. Foolish humans, think one god better. All look down with same eyes. Ocato was soon quieting the growing debates, speaking in his sly elven tongue, describing a ritual similar to the one Ja'Rashi performed back in Senchal. The elf's words only strengthened the Khajiit's fears, that his Lord might truly be gone. And he grieves not? Fools, all fools.Ja'Rashi continued to contemplate Dagon's disappearance as the group discussed the logistics of the mission, rubbing the tattoo on his palm nervously as he did so. The familiar flame outline had begun to hurt ever since he left Senchal, starting only as a small itch and growing to a noticeable soreness since he had entered the Imperial city. He hadn't tried any of his Lord's magic since that faithful day, his prayers went unanswered. Hopefully he would find answers soon. As the Khajiit looked up, he was surprised to find he was one of only a few of the patrons remaining in the room. He had noticed the conversation had come to an end, but surely the chancellor hadn't dismissed them already, had he? Unsure of himself, the Khajiit slipped out of the chamber, looking nrevously at the guards as he passed. He stood in the hallway for a moment, considering where he would go next. Had Ocato given them some kind of directive, some meeting place to discuss further plans? Ja'Rashi could not say for sure, though he knew one aged human that would be able to tell him. The Khajiit deliberately slowed his pace to a crawl, waiting for the scholar to finish his business with the elf, studying his palm as he went. OOC: I just remembered that Ja'Rashi was supposed to have a broken arm Oops, I guess I'll change that now then. Hopefully we can break it later, once we start our journey to Cheydinhal ;D
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Post by Aulakauss on Apr 19, 2010 1:37:36 GMT
[ooc] Karst doesn't get humbled much in most RPs she's in, so.. here's to make up for it.
Also, sorry for length. Turned out a bit more complex than I intended..[/ooc]"I don't know how much longer they'll be in there, but.. here. Go on in," the two cats' escort explained, "Your daughter will need to relinquish her weaponry for the time being if she wants to join you, however." Karst let out an annoyed grunting sound, but began unbuckling her sword and archery gear. Placing them in the man's hand, she gave him a hostile glare. "I'd better get those back," she growled. The guard simply smiled. "I assure you that your possessions will be returned to you when you leave the Chambers, ma'am." he replied, and Karst gave him a sort of snort before turning and following her mother inside the meeting room. As she entered the Council Chambers, Karst let out a small gasp of amazement that made Tamara smile. Though she herself had been in here twice, Tamara knew her daughter had never seen it before. Even her third time in, it was still awe-inspiring. The furry mystic's smile vanished, however, when she heard the tail end of Ocato's last sentence. "..I wish you all luck...and long live the Empire." The Altmer spoke, and the cat whirled on her kin, putting the end of one of an old finger to her daughter's nose. Karst's ears fell and she shrank before her mother's wrath. "I ought to skin you alive, woman," Tamara hissed softly, her muzzle scrunched up to bare her teeth. Her whiskers and tail twitched in severe annoyance. Each word was ended with a biting snap to it, "You are thirty-one years old and you continue to act like a blasted kitten. Your carelessness and irresponsibility may have cost me this entire thing!" Karstine swallowed hard and fumbled for words. Even as an adult, even with Tamara nearing a century in age, Karst feared her when she was angered. "Mom, I.. I'm sorry. I didn't think-" "You're damn right you didn't think, child! Were you anyone but my little girl, I'd whip your ass right here," Tamara cut her off furiously, "And since this is your fault, you get to fix it. Go speak to the High Chancellor and tell him what you did." "What? I-I have to speak to him? B-by myself? But-" Karst sputtered, hoping for mercy. Her mother gave none, instead pointing to Ocato and looking her directly in the eyes. "Go," Tamara ordered. Reluctantly, the young Khajiit obeyed. She wondered if the mer would hurt her for delaying Tamara so. After all, she'd only been invited because her mother was, and for her to screw it up.. she almost dreaded the Altmer's fury more than her mother's. Mustering her courage, she approached the High Chancellor. "E-excuse me, High Chancellor? I.. uh..," Karst wrung her hands as she forced herself to talk, "Tamara's here, but.. she's late and, well, it.. it's my fault. Y-You see, I was.. out drinking last night and she had trouble getting me up and.. I-I was just wanting to apologize for the.. inconvenience I caused. I.. hope you'll forgive a foolish Khajiit for her mistakes and.. please not hurt her.." Her piece said, Karst held her hands clasped at her waist and hoped the man would be forgiving. Meanwhile, Tamara approached an Imperial woman in dark armor. Folding her hands in front of her, she gave a slight bow of her head before speaking. "Pardon me, ma'am, but you don't suppose you could fill an old cat in on what she's missed, could you?" she said softly, her head tilted and a gentle smile on her muzzle, "I'd be ever so grateful."
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