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Post by Elgen on Apr 19, 2010 20:22:15 GMT
Aron trotted off towards the stables outside, his destination afterwards secured with the help of his keen hearing and otherwise sneaky skills. He'd just need to get his horse and gear, and then head for the stables outside the Talos Plaza District. Hopefully the others would be equipped and ready for duty. Atleast ready to ride. They might be able to battle a demigod on another plane, but Aron would probably be one of the people trying to help them from getting killed by your regular highwayman.
His horse, named Runner, was a huge beast of a horse. That was the best way to describe him. Aron didn't really know much about horses, but he'd made good friends with Runner, and Runner had helped him quite a few times. And Aron needed a horse like that to carry him and all his armour. It was quite a load. Aron just made a quick visit to the stables to pack his spare things on the horse before heading to the inn to don his gear.
Well out of the inn, Aron let Runner trot easily around the City towards the Talos Plaza Stables.
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 19, 2010 20:42:41 GMT
OOC: Really enjoying Raydus, Simmo. The sheathing the sword biz was genius... I actually lol'd. IC:
Ephemera struggled down the streets, a determined frown tugging at her lips and creasing her brow, a pale, child-like figure staggering rather visibly under the weight of her load.
Her natural invisibility and love of caution had all but left her in her current state; her steps were heavy, feet coming out just quick enough to prevent her collapsing to the floor, and her mind was too preoccupied to maintain any spells.
She tottered out of the city gates, watched by two legionnaires who seemed to think it was more worthwhile to watch her struggle than to assist her in any measurable way. She didn't have time to spare on them, however- she had to focus on keeping upright!
She slung her pack down in front of the stable gate and, feeling so light-headed now she felt drunken, she glided into the stables with a look of one much hard-done-by and grabbed the reigns to her horse.
Or rather, the Count's horse. He had gifted him to her so that she might be better able to carry out his tasks, but Ephemera struggled to think of so noble a creature as her own. She strode cautiously up to the beast; she had always had this horrible feeling that horses were just waiting to bear their fangs.
He was a proud creature, slender in frame, as she was, but light and with good wind. He could run for much longer, and on much more treacherous ground, than many a heavier beast, though he could not run as fast for long, and couldn't carry as heavy loads.
She reached out with slender fingers to rub his sandy nose. He looked almost golden in this light- or so Ephemera fancied him. He snorted and tossed his head at her touch, and Ephemera's eyes widened slightly with wonder. "Hello Narda," she murmured. The gelding pawed the ground nervously, gazing at her uncertainly out of a wide brown eye.
"It's alright," she said calmly to the skittish horse. She guided him by his bridle to the groomsman, who quickly tacked him up and made him ready, even assisting her to sling her saddlebags onto his back.
She ran her fingers through his mane as she waited for the rest of the company to arrive after their pointless questioning, and felt him quiet a little at the familiar touch. She rested her head against his neck and closed her eyes, silver against gold, still as statues save for the lazy swish-swish of Narda's tail.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 20, 2010 2:26:02 GMT
OOC: I know that one of my rules was 'No Essays,' but hey, I'm posting for three here! Plus, I've got like, diplomatic immunity, or something.
Yeah.
IC: Claire breathed a silent sigh of relief as the Chancellor finished his address to the group assembled before him.
She’d wondered when that tired old windbag would shut up.
For what felt like the thousandth time, she managed to plaster that same pathetic, sweet looking smile onto her features, as the would-be heroes began to disperse from the Council Chambers. Idly, she wondered just how stupid they really were, or if they honestly believed they could match the might of Lord Vanion...or the ever expanding army at his command. Though she showed no outward sign of such, she secretly relished the thought of those smug adventurers arriving in Cheydinhal, and seeing just what exactly was arrayed against them.
“Excuse me, ma’am?” Claire turned to see one of the Chancellor’s annoyingly ever-present guards addressing her. “Miss Othelu is standing outside, ma’am. I think she wants to speak with you.”
Claire cursed silently to herself. How could that self-important, Daedra worshipping bitch have possibly figured out she’d taken anything? Her mind went back to the Lieutenant who’d confiscated the weapons in the first place. Of course, she thought, and if she’d uttered the words aloud they would have been dripping with venom. I’ll have to deal with him later. But for now...
For what it was worth, she managed a polite nod. “Thank you,” she replied sweetly. Must keep up appearances, mustn’t we? She stepped outside the Council Chambers, and, sure enough, Nina Othelu, precious little slave to a soon-to-be dead god, was standing there, just as angry and bitter looking as Claire had expected.
You should be thanking Mephala, the Nine, and whatever other gods you can think of that my mission takes precedent over you, little one, Claire thought. She managed to ward off a sudden wave of pleasure at the thought of demonstrating to Miss Othelu the grim fate that awaited her precious Prince.
But, there were more important concerns...at least for the moment. Claire smiled her a sweet, most innocent looking smile, and angled her head curiously to the side. “Excuse me, Miss Othelu?” she managed with a meek tone. “The guard mentioned that you wished to speak with me? Might I ask what about?”
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Ocato silently watched as the assembled adventurers began to depart, a feeling of fond appreciation swelling in his chest. In spite of the harsh disparity between many of them, he nevertheless believed that each of them, in their own way, would manage to serve the Empire. He managed a slight, good-natured chuckle as he went about collecting his thoughts.
He quickly found himself jarred away from his quiet contemplation, however, as a woman’s voice suddenly addressed him. "E-excuse me, High Chancellor? I.. uh.." Ocato turned curiously around to see a young (or relatively young, at least from his perspective) Khajiit woman standing before him, nervously wringing her hands as she attempted to explain the tardiness of her mother, Tamara.
The Supreme Chancellor listened to the woman’s explanation with a hint of bemusement, nodding his head as she spoke. “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.." she finished.
Ocato managed a warm, sympathetic smile, clasping his hand gently against the Khajiit’s arm. “It is alright, my young friend,” he replied. “You may find it difficult to believe, but I too was young, once. The time does come, however, when we must put fleeting pleasures aside, and instead focus on our responsibilities.”
He rubbed Karst’s shoulder comfortingly. “The important thing is that you and your mother are here now. I would suggest, however, that you avoid such behaviour in the future.” The Chancellor managed another kind smile, patting the Khajiit’s shoulder, before gesturing towards Tamara, who seemed to be speaking with the Paladin sent by the Knights of the Nine.
“Now please, go speak with your mother. If I’m not terribly mistaken, I believe she’s attempting to garner the information about your mission from the young Paladin there. And, please...do be careful.”
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Although both she and Almar had been late to the meeting with the Chancellor, Selene felt reasonably sure that she had gotten most of the important information. Something about the recent destruction of not one, but two Daedric Princes (which she didn’t feel terribly sad about, frankly: very few of them seemed very nice at all!) and the group travelling to Cheydinhal to find some coven of Daedra hiding there.
Like she’d thought, most of the important information.
A real cakewalk, she thought silently, recalling that the elders of her order had deemed the mission as not overly important. Still, obviously the Chancellor had, with the adventurers he’d summoned, and Selene agreed with him: she wasn’t worried about the other Daedra, so much as she was about the Nine themselves! What if whatever was killing the Princes went after the Divines? She steeled herself with a resolute determination: she wasn’t going to let that happen, or her name wasn’t Selene Art-
"Pardon me, ma'am, but you don't suppose you could fill an old cat in on what she's missed, could you?" Selene nearly jumped with surprise as her thoughts were interrupted by an older looking Khajiit woman. As she forcibly calmed herself down, she looked intently at the smiling feline. "I'd be ever so grateful."
Glancing around the Council Chambers, Selene noted that many of the others had already left. She must’ve gotten caught up in her own thoughts...and that was not a common occurrence! She took a moment to gather herself, before returning the Khajiit’s smile with one of her own, brimming with genuine enthusiasm.
“Sure, I’d be happy to help!” Selene replied. “I’m Selene, by the way, and my Bosmer friend here is-“ She stopped midsentence, noting at that moment that Almar was no longer present. “Uh, never mind. Anyway, you wanted to know about why the Chancellor summoned us, right?”
Selene fell into silence for the briefest of moments: she figured she probably couldn’t match the eloquence displayed by the Chancellor in revealing the nature of her mission, but hey, even she had her moments.
“Basically, Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon are both dead,” Selene began, cutting to the short and sweet of it. “There are a bunch of Daedra cropping up all over Tamriel, all different kinds, and they figure that the two are related. We’re supposed to go to one of the Daedric strongholds near Cheydinhal, and see if we can find any clues as to who’s behind all of this, before whoever it is manages to kill off all the Daedra, or worse, manage to hurt one of the Divines,” she explained with a remarkably casual, nonchalant tone.
Abruptly, however, Selene’s eyes widened with a sudden realization. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I almost forgot!” she cried out with an exuberance that had been missing from her earlier explanation.
“I haven’t gotten your name yet, have I?”
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Post by shadow666 on Apr 20, 2010 2:41:57 GMT
Just seeing the look on the woman's face as if nothing was wrong, made Nina even worse. "Don't play with me." She growled as she unbuckled her knife strap. "The one who put my belongings away has told me that you were the only one he encountered on the way to the armoury and there is a throwing knife missing." She said as she showed Claire the empty space.
"Now I wonder why an aide to the Chancellor would need a throwing knife dipped in poison? A thought have came to mind." The frustration on Nina's was obvious that she was not happy at all. "the reason that I can think of is that you wish to take someone out and place the blame on me.. which is the way my own prince likes to do things.. kill one and put the evidence on another, therefore leaving the real killer free.."
She went to put it away, and the strange feeling that something was wrong came to her again. But there was nothing wrong about the woman in front of her or anyone else around the Assassin, so again she got rid of the thought, as she glared again at the Aide.
"Now tell me why the hell do you need my weapons? and you better give it back, because I am not the best of moods, and i have things I need to do, rather than wasting my time speaking with you" and with that the Imperial woman awaited the other woman's reply.
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Post by sibera on Apr 20, 2010 13:21:55 GMT
The sun shone down onto Ji'zahd's fur as he walked through the city, having seen that rather odd female khajiit girl and her mother bickering before entering the tower. He chuckled softly to himself as he walked through the district, twirling one of his Kukri around in one of his paws. People bustled about the city, going about their lives in complete ignorance of the world that was around them. Quietly he headed out of the main gates to the stables, he noticed the odd breton woman in the rather fine looking outfit. She appeared to be someone who was able to disappear into a crowd of people or just not be seen at all.
Ji'zahd looked around and held his head up high scenting the air before letting out a loud whistle, he backed up a bit and waited a little bit, bounding from around the side of the wall, a senche tiger jumped up and landed near him, a loud growl emanated from the large tiger. He was armoured lightly in light steel armour, it was shined up, silver with black trim, on the shoulder guards sat the emblem of the Order of the sphinx - the order Ji'zahd belonged to. The symbol was that of a Lion head, all engraved into the steel and very well taken care of. The cat was smaller than most Senche, about the height of a horse but much more built and far more dangerous. The other horses seemed spooked by the sudden appearance of such a large predator that would probably eat one as a meal.
His fur under the armour was a vibrant orange and white, with dark chocolate stripes running through it in rather vivid and beautiful patterns, easily something to break its outline up when stalking. Ji'zahd whispered soft words in Ta'agra to him and smiled, rubbing the large cats Nose with a paw. I would use a horse but I had to get here fast, has plenty of stamina and no one will try anything with you. he thought softly as he watched some of the horses get calmed by their owners or the stable hands. He ran his hands along the armour, checking it was all set and properly and comfortably secure. Ji'zahd checked the bags that sat on the sides of the cat and spoke up "So, young woman.." he spoke up to the woman whom seemed to be hugging the horse "What brings you along on this.. lovely little quest that Ocato has given us?" he asked in a polite tone.
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Post by FC4 on Apr 20, 2010 18:25:18 GMT
The city and Fighter's Guild have sent out teams, all disappeared. That can't be good. Malinus thought, frowning to himself. After the Force Commander informed them of where to go in order to acquire their steeds and supplies, Malinus felt he had what information he could get now, and so left shortly after the slick nobleman.
He left the council chambers before the ruckus with the young Khajiit woman and her mother could begin, though he had noticed a stench of alcohol from the younger one in passing, frowning and hoping he would not have to work with a drunkard on this mission. Such a serious endeavor requires sobriety, not drunkenness. He mused, moving down the Palace halls without a specific escort, and not really needing one. He could find his own way out well enough.
He found himself stopped on the path to exiting, however, by the khajiit he had met in the waiting chambers, Ja'Rashi. It was of course not a conscious, deliberate hindrance by the bright-clothed Khajiit scholar, he just happened to be strolling sluggishly through the middle of the hallway, looking down, possibly at his hand. Malinus' curiosity naturally played an essential role to the elder's decision to place a gentle hand on the Khajiit's shoulder as he addressed the feline.
"Everything alright Ja'Rashi?"
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Post by Vicorva on Apr 20, 2010 19:23:46 GMT
The sun shone down onto Ji'zahd's fur as he walked through the city, having seen that rather odd female khajiit girl and her mother bickering before entering the tower. He chuckled softly to himself as he walked through the district, twirling one of his Kukri around in one of his paws. People bustled about the city, going about their lives in complete ignorance of the world that was around them. Quietly he headed out of the main gates to the stables, he noticed the odd breton woman in the rather fine looking outfit. She appeared to be someone who was able to disappear into a crowd of people or just not be seen at all. Ji'zahd looked around and held his head up high scenting the air before letting out a loud whistle, he backed up a bit and waited a little bit, bounding from around the side of the wall, a senche tiger jumped up and landed near him, a loud growl emanated from the large tiger. He was armoured lightly in light steel armour, it was shined up, silver with black trim, on the shoulder guards sat the emblem of the Order of the sphinx - the order Ji'zahd belonged to. The symbol was that of a Lion head, all engraved into the steel and very well taken care of. The cat was smaller than most Senche, about the height of a horse but much more built and far more dangerous. The other horses seemed spooked by the sudden appearance of such a large predator that would probably eat one as a meal. His fur under the armour was a vibrant orange and white, with dark chocolate stripes running through it in rather vivid and beautiful patterns, easily something to break its outline up when stalking. Ji'zahd whispered soft words in Ta'agra to him and smiled, rubbing the large cats Nose with a paw. I would use a horse but I had to get here fast, has plenty of stamina and no one will try anything with you. he thought softly as he watched some of the horses get calmed by their owners or the stable hands. He ran his hands along the armour, checking it was all set and properly and comfortably secure. Ji'zahd checked the bags that sat on the sides of the cat and spoke up "So, young woman.." he spoke up to the woman whom seemed to be hugging the horse "What brings you along on this.. lovely little quest that Ocato has given us?" he asked in a polite tone. Ephemera qualied slightly at the sight of the great senche tiger, eyes wide and a strange looseness entering her body. She became strangely fuzzy at the edges at the mere sight of a beast so large that it could easily wrap its mouth around her body. Her reaction was only a brief introduction to the panic that a timid messenger horse faced when presented with a terrible predator. Narda shrieked, a whinnying cry of pure terror, eyes rolling right back into his head, and he immediately broke into a run, tossing Ephemera aside with ease. However, Ephemera was not a sneak for nothing, and reactions that urged her to dive for cover when footsteps loomed suddenly close snapped into action, as she flailed out and grabbed the saddle horn, dragging herself into the saddle even as her eyes flashed with an eery green light and magic curled around her tongue. Narda immediately calmed and slowed into a walk, rider slumping against his neck, panting, as she turned him back around. Then the khajiit turned around to her and asked politely, "So young woman," (he said young woman in the awkward way even female khajiit did, making it clear 'woman' was a different species) "What brings you along on this... lovely little quest Ocato has given us?" She frowned and blew the hair out of her eyes thoughtfully. "...My... master sent me here," she murmured at length, gazing at the templar through uncertain, mirror-like eyes. "...Who are you?" she added, gazing at the khajiit and his intelligent steed with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Why was he speaking to her? Nobody ever spoke to her, not even on those occassions when she was visible. Had she done something wrong?
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Post by Darkom on Apr 21, 2010 0:27:06 GMT
IC: Ja'Rashi jumped slightly at the scholar's touch, turning round to face him with the shadow of a glare passing over his face. He hid his hand again quickly, cursing himself for not covering it before he came.
"Everything alright Ja'Rashi?" the human asked, aged features touched with casual concern.
"Ah, yes," the Khajiit rasped, forcing his gaze to still itself on the man's eyes. "Ja'Rashi simply thought human might know where to go. Missing elf's words, lost in head." The large cat smiled, tapping the side of his shaved head with his left paw, his right still firmly grasping his robes. "We leave to Daedra now?"
OOC: If you would care to accompany Ja'Rashi outside, we should probably get moving.
Nova, you do intend for us to meet up at the stables later, correct? Thanks.
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Post by FC4 on Apr 21, 2010 2:55:23 GMT
"Ah, yes," the Khajiit rasped, forcing his gaze to still itself on the man's eyes. "Ja'Rashi simply thought human might know where to go. Missing elf's words, lost in head." The large cat smiled, tapping the side of his shaved head with his left paw, his right still firmly grasping his robes. "We leave to Daedra now?"
Lost in head indeed. Thoughtfulness is a scholarly trait. Malinus mused, smiling understandingly at the Khajiit. "This is a baffling incidence, becoming lost in one's thoughts is not unusual." He consoled, looking at the ground as he recalled the words of the Force Commander. "Ah yes, that was it." He exclaimed, tapping the floor with his staff.
"The stables outside the Talos Plaza District. The Force Commander will meet us there, presumably with steeds for our travel." Malinus announced, heading once more for the Palace exit. "Or I hope so. These bones don't march like they used to."
Malinus stopped at the Palace doors, turning towards Ja'Rashi as if a thought had lighted upon his mind. "You probably don't know where Talos Plaza is, how rude of me. Would you like to accompany me to the stables, friend?" As an added incentive to move on, he pushed open the palace doors, smiling to the Legion Guards outside.
OOC: Darkhom, you are welcome to bring the two to the stables on your own if you wish.
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Post by Aulakauss on Apr 22, 2010 5:23:53 GMT
Much to her surprise, Ocato responded to Karst's confession with sympathy and kindness, only gently encouraging her to behave better in future. A tad confused, Karst stared blankly as the Altmer patted her on her bare shoulder, his elven flesh an odd sensation against her fur; very few times had she been touched elsewhere but her hands by one not of her kind. She shuddered involuntarily, but kept her mind focused on what the mer had to say. “Now please, go speak with your mother. If I’m not terribly mistaken, I believe she’s attempting to garner the information about your mission from the young Paladin there," Ocato spoke gently. Nodding politely, Karst turned and began to her mother, but not before she heard a parting imploration from behind, "And, please...do be careful.” Karst's lips turned into a sliver of a smile at hearing it. Who'd have thought Altmer could think of people other than themselves? Let alone one with power. As she left him, she found that she was impressed, for all it mattered, with the High Chancellor. 'Every race has its good and bad, Karstine,' Karst recalled her mother's words when she'd once asked 'why all humans were assholes,' 'You'll find that if you look closely, there are good amongst them and there are bad amongst Khajiit. People are people, whether they be furred, scaled or bald-bodied.'I guess you were right, mom, Karst thought. And when was the last time I wasn't? a soft voice cut in in her head. Karst sighed. Just because you can still read my mind despite being an antique doesn't mean you get to abuse it, Karst shot back, smirking as she did so, Piss off, old lady.A feeling of mirth washed over her that wasn't her own, I'll make a note of it somewhere. Anyway, I'm glad you made amends with the Chancellor. Now get yourself over here; I have a use for you, you troublesome wench.Karst's smirk intensified and she snickered. Right. Glad to help. And glad you're done being pissed.Just shut up and get your ass over where you can be useful, woman! her mother laughed back in her head. The smirk became a genuine smile and she shook her head. She couldn't imagine life without her mom by her side. ~-------~ Tamara listened patiently to the explanation offered by the armored woman, though she found herself growing worried and confused at the mention of Daedric princes being dead. Daedra didn't die, let alone their princes. It went against everything she knew. Karst has quite the interest in the subject of Daedra and Daedric magick. Perhaps she can help this make sense..Tamara sent out a telepathic call to the girl, one of the very few whose minds she could freely interact with still despite her mind's gradual decay with age. There had once been a day, back when she was far less good-natured, that she could kill someone by simply willing it, free of weapon and magick. But those days were long, long gone. She had to admit she was lucky she still had as much control over her powers as she did now. Whilst she awaited her kin's arrival, the Khajiit turned her mind back to Selene's words. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I almost forgot!” the human warrior perked up suddenly, “I haven’t gotten your name yet, have I?” The Khajiit's ears and whiskers quivered in amusement. She waved a hand nonchalantly before herself. "No need for apologies, young one. 'Tis I that should apologize for not properly introducing myself before asking for assistance. I am Tamara Zeterra, witch-hunter and former mystic of the Tribe of Forest's Edge," Tamara informed her with a slight shrug, "Or at least that's the Cyrodiilic translation." "Alright, mom, what'd you need so bad you had to invade my brain for?" Karst's voice piped up behind her a mere moment later, a hand on her hip and a laughing expression on her face. Tamara turned to her and graced her with a small smile of her own. "Well, child, it seems we've got an interesting problem to resolve. Selene," she turned again to the Imperial, "Would you mind terribly explaining the issue with the Daedric Princes to my Karstine? She's.. somewhat of a scholar on the subject, so she may be able to make sense of it."
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Post by DarkNova50 on Apr 22, 2010 17:28:44 GMT
OOC: That's right, Darkom. I wanted to give people time to get their equipment and do their own thing for a bit, before taking off. Of course, if people want to meet at the stables and interact there now, go right ahead.
IC: “...kill one and put the evidence on another, therefore leaving the real killer free..."
My, aren’t we the clever one? Claire thought to herself dryly, all the while continuing to put up the facade of the poor, clueless aide. She supposed, for what it was worth, she had to give Miss Othelu credit: after all, how many Legionnaires would follow through with an actual investigation if somebody in the Imperial Palace were to suddenly die, the knife of a self-proclaimed Daedra worshipping assassin found in their neck? Not many, that was for sure.
Of course, regardless of how unreliable most people would consider the girl’s testimony, it still wouldn’t do to have her running around the Palace, running her damned mouth about how the Chancellor’s aide may or may not have stolen one of her weapons.
“...and I have things I need to do, rather than wasting my time speaking with you," the assassin finished.
Claire brandished a timid smile, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. “Miss Othelu, I’m terribly sorry about one of your weapons being misplaced,” she offered with as close to genuine sympathy as she could manage. “But I’m afraid I haven’t seen any knives like these ones,” she continued, gesturing to the assassin’s weapon belt.
Suddenly, the Breton woman reached out and clasped Nina’s arm in what seemed to be an affectionate grip, faint wisps of green magic travelling from the aide’s hand into the assassin’s arm. “But, you have my word,” Claire continued on, the majority of her mental focus trained on the charm spell she was casting, “that while you and the others are gone, I’ll have the Palace guard look for your weapon, and return it to you upon your return.”
The pale streams of light gradually faded, and Claire removed her hand from Nina’s arm, her spell finished. If she was lucky, then it would get the assassin woman out of her hair for now...but then, for all her faults, Miss Othelu seemed rather strong-willed. Claire couldn’t say for certain how effective the charm spell would be...
“Now, was there anything else you needed?”
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At the behest of the older of the two cats, Tamara, Selene turned to the younger of the duo, Karstine (presumably Tamara’s daughter), and smiled enthusiastically. “Nice to meet you, Karstine,” the Imperial offered warmly. Even from a distance, Selene could make out the wavering aroma of alcohol coming off the younger cat’s breath; was it actually possible that somebody would go out drinking the night before meeting with the head of the Empire? If Selene herself had tried something like that, her mentors back at the Order would have put her on kitchen duty for half a year...and they knew how much she hated that.
Putting aside, for the moment, memories of potatoes stacked 12 feet high and fires in the dining hall, Selene went about addressing the issue at hand. “Right, well, according to the Chancellor,” she began, looking at Karstine specifically. “They believe that both Molag Bal and Mehrunes Dagon have been killed. As in killed killed. None of that banished stuff they usually talk about.”
“Anyway, the Elder Council seems really worried, because besides that, there are all these little groups of Daedra showing up around Tamriel. I don’t know much about them myself, but it sounds like they don’t usually hang around each other.” Selene fell silent for a moment, trying to remember some of the names the Chancellor had used. She’d seen Dremora before, but what were some of the others? “Xivi...somethings, and Golden whatchamacallits...Saints! That’s it.” The Paladin shrugged slightly. How was she supposed to know her classes on the different kinds of Daedra were going to be useful some day!?
“That’s where we come in, supposedly. We’re supposed to investigate one of these little encampments, and see if we can find any clues about who or what’s behind these attacks, and why, before anything seriously bad happens.”
Selene offered a wry, half smile. “Simple, right?”
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Post by shadow666 on Apr 23, 2010 0:04:29 GMT
Nina's Anger seemed to subside slightly when the woman grabbed her arm softly and reassured that she had no such weapon and would have someone look for it when the assassin left.
"Fine, There's no point yelling about this all day" Nina said as she looked at the woman then grabbed the Aides arm that was on her, in a very tight grip.
"But if something does happen while i am away, then i will find you.. because there are only a few things in this world that can calm me when i am pissed off, and soft words with a gentle touch isn't one of them. Remember that" she said in a harsh whisper in the Aides ear and left the girl's arm go.
"Now i've got some important business to attend to, as your Chancellor put it" With that the Assassin took her leave, wishing she could have done more.
After some time walking and asking for directions, Nina arrived at the Estate that Wilfric had told her to go to, and she knocked on the door. A servant came to the door and looked at the girl, and without a word motioned for her to come in. Raising an eyebrow at the man she walked inside and waited in the entrance hall to find out why Wilfric needed to speak to her in private.
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Post by webster52402 on Apr 23, 2010 3:08:03 GMT
OOC: At last! I can move again.
IC: The entrance hall that Nina had entered was truly the only hall on the first floor: Wilfric's 'estate' if it could be called as such, was constrained thanks to the relatively close quarters that the Talos Plaza enforced. Rather than a massive, sprawling mansion like one would expect from a countryside nobleman with plenty of space to spare, Wilfric's home was a surprisingly modest two stories, with only a few rooms to its name.
The servant that had greeted her - and the only one that Wilfric kept at that - vanished through one of two doors on her right, leaving the assassin woman to her own devices as per Wilfric's orders. Briefly, the girl would catch a glimpse of a well-decorated, plushly carpeted lounge, before the door was closed again with a soft click.
Straight ahead of her, there were two more doors on her left, leading to unknown rooms. Another unknown door rested on the right just before reaching the stairs at the end of the hardwood floored hallway, with a final door in the small bit of wall that rested underneath the staircase as it twisted up towards the second floor.
It was through this door that Wilfric appeared, though he was unaware of Nina's presence for the moment. In one hand, he was carrying a pack that was filled wtih various supplies that they would need for their journey. He had no doubt that the others on this journey would show up ill-equipped, amateurs that they were, so he had seen a need to overprepare slightly, so that he could hand out needed items... For a price, of course.
In his other hand was a dark wine bottle, which Wilfric was studying intently. His sallow lips moved silently as he read the engraved words that served as its label to himself, deciding whether or not it was suitable for his soon-to-be-arriving guest. Thus, he completely ignored Nina for a moment, turning to his right (Nina's left) and opening the farthest door.
This led to a dining room, though only the end of a dark wooden table was visible from where Nina was. A door rested in the wall just visible as well, presumably leading into the kitchen. However, it remained closed, as Wilfric crossed over to the table and set the wine bottle down, his gaze sweeping over the dining room in search of something to help him open it.
It was by chance that his eyes happened to cross over the door, and subsequently over the assassin girl waiting in the hall as a result. Starting - he hadn't expected the assassin so soon - he crossed back over to the door to turn his attention to her.
"My apologies..." He insinuated, flashing a small smile in Nina's direction. Oddly enough, there was no malice behind it at all. "I was not made aware of your arrival. Please, come..."
With that, he turned and vanished into the dining room once more, resuming his hunt for a corkscrew.
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Post by shadow666 on Apr 23, 2010 4:16:13 GMT
As Nina looked around, she saw the noble walk past her and into the room further down and to the left of her. When he noticed that she had arrived he told her to come in, his voice somewhat different to what it was when she last talked to him.
What is he up to.. she pondered as she followed where he had went, and looked at the wine bottle on the table. It appeared that he wanted her to have a drink with him, but she knew there must be something else going on, possibly because of the way she acted towards the chancellor.
The woman crossed her arms as she stood at the opposite end of the table watching him look for a corkscrew. "What is the occasion if i may ask?" she spoke finally, still feeling strange after the Aide had touched her. "I haven't been in a good mood today so i hope that this is something of a change"
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Post by sibera on Apr 23, 2010 4:48:33 GMT
ooc: I.N Why does this spell check take Ji'zahd and try make it Jihad? xD
Ic:
He never meant to use the word 'woman' in the term of phrase as a different species but more as a word that was better than 'female'. He gently ran his hand along the body of Karzan the senche tiger with a smile, "I am Ji'zahd, Templar. From the order of the Sphinx" he replied with a genuine, harmless smile as his own eyes carried that mix of natural feline curiosity an intrigue. He then moved down alittle and gripped the armour plate by what appeared to be a saddle on the senche's armour and hoisted himself up and onto Karzan's (The senche tiger) back. Settling himself down on the odd looking saddle, he unsheathed his sword and slid it into a slot on the right side, easily accessible if it was needed. "And who are you Young lady?" he then added in a polite tone.
Ignoring the scowls some horse owners were granting him due to Karzan's arrival he added "Oh! And this here Senche is Karzan. He can understand what we say but can only speak Ta'agra." he gave another gentle, warm smile. The large tiger gave her a gentle bow of the head out of sheer politeness, something alittle different than his usual blunt ignorance of someone or telling what he thought of them in an extremely negative and usually blunt manner.
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