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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 5, 2011 14:24:13 GMT -5
The Emperor and his descendants have been assassinated by the Mystic Dawn warriors. The Mystic Dawn warriors are those who worship the daedra, who open portals to the worlds of Oblivion. Their goal is to cause destruction to the world, and hopefully become the favorable to their daedra lord.
However, it has been told to a special guard that the Emperor has a secret son, who is somewhere in the area. You as a character are going to receive a knock on the door of your home; asking you to go to the Imperial City, to meet with the Blades (Protectors of the Emperor) to discuss what your purpose is in this plot.
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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 5, 2011 14:41:23 GMT -5
Charity was wandering around the Imperial City that morning, watching the other Imperials as they continued on their journey. She had just finished a task that an employer had given her, crumpling the scroll in her hand as she continued towards her home. Turning the corner to her home, she noticed a scroll that was shoved in the corner of her door, about to blow away in the wind. Her eyes narrowed, as she got closer to the paper. Leaning down, she snatched it up, then opened it up.
"We request your assistance in the Imperial City Council Hall at midnight. Be their promptly. Be seen by no one, and come alone."
Her eyes searched the parchment for a signature, a hint of who might have sent her this message. With a sigh, she realized there was nothing but the small message at the top. "Why is it no one signs their names anymore? There are over a million people who could have sent this message." she said aloud, as she shoved her key into the door and let it open.
Pacing around her house, she wondered if this was a task she wanted to be a part of. After a few minutes, she sat down before her fireplace, sipping come ale out of her silver cup that she had stolen from a church. Almost everything she had owned was stolen, and she was summoned multiple times by the thieves guild to join them on their quests. She was not one to be tied down however, so Charity always would refuse them.
As she sat there, she realized her cup was empty, twirling it on the arm of her chair. It took her a few seconds to realize how bored she was, as she began to wander her home looking for things to do. There was nothing, and the only thing that she could be doing would be the task at hand on the parchment that she had slipped into her armor. Pulling it out, she re-read the notice, and sighed, "I guess I can do this."
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Post by NµKe on Feb 5, 2011 15:01:33 GMT -5
Durion tossed the damp bag onto the ground in front of the shady merchant. The merchant chuckled to himself and passed a bag of coins at Durion's feet. Durion sighed as he bent over to pick up the coins. 'Cocky bugger...' he thought to himself. He then felt the weight of the bag of coins. That's not right... that's ridiculously light.
"And the rest of it?" Durion muttered.
"I don't like the way you tossed that head at me, Mr. Hafalye. Ergo, I shall only give you half of what we agreed on earlier. Respect is everyth--"
Durion's blade was at his throat. "Don't screw with me, Faetren. I don't have morals, remember?"
The bag of coins was immediately offered and Durion took it, rolling his eyes to himself. "Stupid merchants, think they own everyone and everything." He walked back to his house.
He looked down as he reached his door and there, shoved under one side of the door, was a scroll. He sighed. Why didn't people understand that he only wanted to do jobs that he chose? Morons. He didn't even bend over to get it, he simply opened the door and walked inside. A breeze followed him though and blew the scroll along his path so that it landed right in in the doorway between the entrance area and his kitchen. Dorian's head cocked to the left as he looked at the scroll. "Seems the wind wants me to take a look at ya..." he said, reaching down. He picked up the scroll and read it's contents. He was wanted in the Imperial City Council Hall the following day at midnight... he shrugged. "Might as well..." he said out loud (he lived alone... that's what most alone people do) "Maybe Kit can fix up my blade in there."
Dorian tossed the saddle on his black mare and climbed up on top. He spat over the side railing and it hit a stable worker who responded quite angrily. Dorian smiled to himself and spurred the horse into action towards the Imperial City.
He had reached it by mid-day the following day and he went straight to Kit's smith. Kit agreed to work on the blade while Dorian went and got some shut eye. Returning a few hours later, Dorian picked up his cleaned-up, renewed blade and paid Kit the exact amount... with a small tip. Kit shook his head and muttered something about 'money-hoarders'. "No... in order to hoard, you need lots of it, twit," was Dorian's reply.
At eleven thirty Dorian found himself walking along the dimly lit streets on the way to the Imperial City Council Hall. Few people were out and those that were were mostly intoxicated. He breathed in the night air and waited as he heard a group of guards walking past. He ducked into an alleyway and paused.
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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 5, 2011 15:15:47 GMT -5
Time had finally come to head towards the Imperial Council hall, and Charity was anxious as ever. "Finally, a reason to leave this room." she said, as she stood up from her chair, grabbing her sword that had been leaning against the arm. Looking at her blade, she realized she needed to have it repaired a bit. There were cracks, it looked as though it would break if she hit an Ogre hard enough.
Keeping her mind steady on heading to the Council hall, she finally began to walk towards her door. Opening it slowly, she made her way into the streets. She had put on a dark cloak, one that she would usually wear to disguise herself, her small hands reached up around her head as she pulled the hood up.
Looking around, she had three possible ways to get into the hall without being seen. One way would to be scale the eastern wall, descend, and conquer, however that would require much work. She had some picks in her bag, which would make the scaling less difficult. However, she felt she needed to walk. To the right, she could sneak into the barracks and out the other side. She decided after moments that she needed to go the easier of the three ways.
She began to head to the left, keeping to the shadows. It was amazing how she could practically vanish into shadows. Her eyes scanned the streets, only seeing a few guards who would not bother her if she DID get seen by them. Quickly she ran to the archway, slowly opening the door to the main Imperial area, and continuing on.
Her eyes were not visible, she just looked like a walking cloak. Charity passed the guards, they greeted her, "Hail Citizen." and she replied with a slight bow of her head. She continued, walking up a set of stairs and around the arched cobblestone walkway to the left, reaching the door to the hall. She realized it was not very far from her house, so of course not much needed to be planned.
Opening the door, she was escorted into a room that looked like a church. She seated herself on a bench, and waited.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 5, 2011 15:31:34 GMT -5
((Hahaha... all these plans... then she decides to just walk in the front door. Win.))
Durion waited until the guards passed. He didn't really care too much; however, it would simply be embarrassing to be called to a meeting and not be able to show because he was being investigated or interrogated. He wouldn't really care too much what they would think, but he was constantly trying to prove to himself how good he was and Durion definitely wanted to keep a record for himself if for no one else. 'One's always gotta have their own honor' he would say to himself when he would attempt to justify some righteous or wicked act that he did.
Durion stepped out of the alleyway and followed the guards from a bit of a distance. Once they turned down a side road, Durion sped up his pace a bit to a jog and arrived at the doors of the Council Hall. He quietly opened the doors, not necessarily attempting to be stealthy, but rather simply out of habit. He stepped inside and walked to the back right corner of the room. He saw a hooded figure up a few rows. He leaned against the back wall and simply waited.
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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 5, 2011 16:01:25 GMT -5
"Hmm...Only two showed up." thought Hector, who was standing around a column that was in front of everyone, by a stage like area. He was with two others, all of them had been with the Emperor when he was killed. "Alright men, we only have two, which makes our job even more difficult." He reached up, taking off his helmet to reveal a shaved and professional look. The others that were with him went by the names, Javen and Gregor. All of them were in their blades armor, in a small formation thinking of what to say. That's when Hector finally stepped out, the others following behind him.
Charity had heard them talking, wondering what exactly they were talking about. She wished they would just get this over with, as she felt uncomfortable with someone behind her that she couldn't see. Her eyes looked them over, trying to figure out their personalities.
"Welcome." Hector said, with a smile that was a little less than reassuring. "I am sure you are wondering why you are here. And I would tell you, however this place is not safe. I know this location was one that everyone knew, which is why I called you here. I regret to say I am going to have you go on a journey to actually find the location of solitude that you need to reach to hear more information." He could see that they would probably be annoyed with him, after waiting all day to head in the complete opposite direction.
"You want us to backtrack to some quiet location. What exactly do you need to tell us. Why is it such a secret." Charity asked with a rather cold tone.
"You're right, we apologize. Again, this is a centralized location that we knew everyone could get to." He nodded, trying to show that he was sorry.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 5, 2011 16:54:34 GMT -5
Dorian stepped forward, walking down the side aisle towards the front. As he walked he stated one clear word...
"Where?"
As he reached the row behind the bench where the girl sat he turned and walked down the row until he was in the middle aisle. As he walked by the girl he did not show to take any notice of her. 'I wonder if this is going to be a solo job or one where they want me to work with this... child,' he thought. He leaned on the edge of the bench in the row behind where the girl sat and he folded his arms looking at the men with a tired, almost bored, face.
Dorian yawned, rubbed his forehead as a headache was beginning to develop, and asked again...
"Where? And how do we know?"
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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 5, 2011 19:09:34 GMT -5
Charity's view lowered, feeling the presence of another person behind her. Lowering her gaze, she noticed the men were not even prepared for this speal they were giving. The men turned to each other, then Gregan stepped forward, "Cloud Ruler Temple." he continued as he held out a tightly wrapped scroll, "Here is the only map you will have to getting to the location, and it's not a normal map. There are no markings, only an 'x' in a corner of the map. It's up to you to figure out the rest." Noticing the boredom on both of their faces, Gregan sighed, throwing the map at Charity who was the closest. "Like it or not, we have to use much caution." At that moment, they all lowered their gazes, "Judging by what we have heard of both of you, you won't have any problem sneaking around and getting to the temple while being followed." Charity caught the scroll, slowly unwrapping it while she was in a closed location, the map was like they said, just an 'x'. "Not like any of the jobs I've done before." she said sarcastically. This was probably one of the easiest jobs she had obtained in the past week, being schooled at the Imperial academy, she found puzzles to be rather, simple. "Let me guess. If you hold the map the right way, it will show you where to go." she then laughed, as the men looked at each other feeling like the puzzle was too easy. "Boys, why didn't you just mark it on our personal maps?" She took out her map, holding the parchments together and analyzing the small amount of features there were on it, then found exactly where it was. "The mountains." she whispered, then rolled up their scroll, handing it back. "I guess to get any more information we might want to leave before daybreak. Like, now. Are you Blades coming?" The group denied, "We must stay here for now." With that, she stood, turning to the man behind her, "I guess you should follow me, since I know where we are going." She wasn't exactly thrilled to be working with a partner, but this was a very short journey. It would take half a day to get to Cloud Ruler Temple from there.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 6, 2011 0:15:48 GMT -5
Dorian gave the Blades a shake of his head slowly showing his disapproval at them making him work with a partner, let alone a female. He rolled his eyes and nodded at them expressing his farewell.
He turned and followed the girl. He extended his strides so that he could be walking next to her in a few steps and muttered to her...
"Do you have a rested horse ready to go?" His eyebrows raised as if wondering whether she was truly prepared for any sort of journey.
"My horse is ready at the Bloated Float Inn. Care to meet me there and begin the journey from that point, since you probably know where that is and I don't know, nor do I care to know, where you live or how to get there. I'll be ready and waiting." Dorian said this quite matter-of-factly and began to walk off towards the Bloated Float Inn without taking much heed to stealthiness or sneakiness.
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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 6, 2011 13:08:21 GMT -5
Charity's expression was one of almost insult, as she continued to walk. Her hood was still up, so her face was obviously hidden by the shadow. She wasn't exactly excited to be going on this journey with such a shrude creature. "My horse is at the stable outside of Imperial City, which is on our way." she said, as she looked at the door to the Repair shop. The sign on the door said closed, but she was in a hurry, and needed a repair now. She then pulled a lockpick out of her hair, which was still hidden under her hood, and chizzled at the door.
After a few clicks, Charity's luck allowed her access to the repair shop, as she slipped in the door with ease. "Ah hah." she exclaimed, as she picked up a few repair hammers and began to repair her blade. Once she finished, she looked to the right, noticing a pile of arrows that looked like they were designed to kill quickly. "Hmm.." she thought as she walked over to the arrows, running her fingers over them and then deciding that they were a gift from the Gods.
After picking up the arrows and the bow, she left the repair shop and headed to get the man she was to journey with. It was time for them to dismiss from this City, and head to Cloud Ruler Temple.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 6, 2011 22:21:17 GMT -5
Dorian was walking back at his normal, quick pace. He yawned as he turned a corner and found himself standing in the midst of three young, dirty, smelly, and very drunk individuals.
"We don't like dunmers..." the one who appeared to be somewhat of a leader said and spat on the ground. Dorian's left eyebrow raised in apparent annoyance at the ridiculous rag-tag little band of thieves.
"I don't care," muttered Dorian and one of the thieves on the side attempted to punch his side. Dorian stepped back and the man missed. The alcohol obviously had slowed the man's actions and brain... even more than it had already been. More of the desire to not get his hands dirty or his blood going than the desire to protect these men from harm caused Dorian to say clearly and slowly so that he'd be understood...
"Listen, imbeciles. I really don't want to hurt you. It's a nice night, and I have somewhere I need to be, so if you will excuse me." Dorian attempted to side step and continue on his way but the drawing of a blade caused him to stop. The leader had hopped to the side and was fingering his blade with something of an evil grin on his face. Dorian rolled his eyes. 'The drama...' he thought to himself. As the leader began to issue a threat, Dorian stepped a little bit closer, enough to touch one of the thieves who turned to face him. It was the same thief who had attempted to punch him earlier. The thief turned to his leader and said...
"We should get outta here. This guy's in a rush, boss."
"What are you talking about, Nif? How much did you drink in there?"
The other thief slapped Nif in the back of the head as he circled around Dorian. "Goin' soft, ya bum." "No, really. We should leave him alone, he don't mean us no harm."
"Shut up, Nif!" The leader shouted. He was obviously frustrated. Dorian simply stood there, his left hand on his knife handle in his belt. He reached out and touched Nif's shoulder. "Thanks for trying, friend." He then quickly drew his knife and lodged in cleanly right into the leader's chest, at the same time thrusting out his left leg directly into the kneecap of the third thief. The thief cried out in pain and reached for his now broken knee. Dorian quickly grabbed his head with both hands and knocked him clean out with one swift upward knee strike.
Dorian turned back to Nif who had his hand on his blade and was starting to draw it. Dorian touched him again and whispered... "You'll be fine. Thank you for trying to be kind."
And with that Dorian walked off into the night, leaving Nif to begin mourning the loss of his comrades. He muttered something about Beguiling Touch and how fun it was as he turned the corner and headed down one of the quicker paths to the Bloated Float Inn.
He arrived and went straight to their stables. He readied his horse, walked outside and leaned up against the side of the stable, lighting his pipe and waiting...
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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 7, 2011 11:41:51 GMT -5
Charity admired her newly repaired sword, running her fingers over it. Something about being an Imperial in the Imperial City made the people respect her. She wasn't one to be respected though, half of the people she would pass on the streets she had trespassed upon. Keeping her eyes high, she ignored all of the others who passed her. Her hood was still covering her face, so no one exactly knew who they were passing, which gave her satisfaction. However, it was rather late, so the only people on the streets were the Imperial Guards, who were not keeping close enough eye on her. "It's good to know the guards of this city care about suspicious looking individuals." she said to herself, as she continued to the western gate, by the stables. The Inn was growing closer, she noticed the candles still burning in the windows. Imperial City was one of the most traveled cities, perhaps because it was a centralized capital location. She was never sure why caravans would be traveling the roads to Imperial City, and she knew exactly why some of them would never actually reach the City. As she continued on, she noticed a drunken man, who seemed to be mourning over his partner. Thought it was too dark to see, she still barely cared, keeping her eyes on the creatures. It was then that she noticed her partner, who was waiting along the side of the stables. Walking towards him, she questioned, "Are you prepared for this meager journey." She almost seemed sarcastic, seeing that this was not exactly a hard task. Her horse was already made up, for the people who worked there were paid rather good money to maintain and constantly have it prepared. She left a few coins on the barrel by a sleeping stablemen, and grabbed the reigns of her horse, pulling it towards the exit. She had one of the finest horses, from Bruma. The Bruma horses were known for their very strong structures, and very quick pace. She had not named her black Bruma horse, she had decided it was rather pointless to name such a creature. But this beast was fond of her, and would follow her to the end. "Let's go." Charity said, gesturing towards the gates to the forest.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 7, 2011 20:17:25 GMT -5
"Meager? Is that your attempt at humor?" Dorian chuckled to himself as he mounted up on his horse. 'She has a Bruma. That's nice. Rich parents, probably.' he thought. He spurred his horse into a comfortable walk towards the gates that led into the forest. He yawned and let out a deep breath. He didn't care much about making good impressions for this little girl. She was young... incredibly young for an "adventurer".
'I wonder if she is a day older than fifteen,' he thought to himself. 'Probably knows no magic.' Dorian analyzed her style and remembered the way she had walked earlier. He figured her to be something of a rogue, by the way that she sneaked around. She was light of foot which isn't something that many people are. She also was aware of the situations that she was placed in. These were signs of people who needed to be able to make a quick getaway if things began to get hot.
'I wonder if she mugs people,' he thought to himself. 'Naw, too small. She'd get pummeled by one random punch. How on earth did she get enough to buy a Bruma then? Well, perhaps she stole it. That's it! She's a thief. Definitely a thief. That's disgusting. Young girls stealing. Makes me almost nauseas. Well, I guess it's just true that no one is innocent anymore. Everyone has their vice... their faults. I wonder how many she has. Probably a murderer too. Always gotta watch out for the quiet ones. Slit your throat if you're not--' Dorian's horse had taken a bit of a wrong step and had accidentally put one of its hooves down a drainage ditch on the side of the road. The lean of the horse had almost caused Dorian to fall of whilst he was deep in thought. He caught his saddle and managed to stay up. The horse got back on track quickly but Dorian made sure to slap it good and hard on the rump when they got going again.
'I was thinking, you brute...' he said to it in his mind.
"So... how often do you go to this... where are we going again?"
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Post by Chelsadot on Feb 8, 2011 8:58:40 GMT -5
Daylight was slowly approaching, as Charity continued towards the destination marked on her map. She could care less about anyone else, for she was only in this to get out of boredom. As she wandered, she focused on the task at hand. 'The emperor is dead, and some of his protectors have asked to meet us in secret.' she thought, narrowing her vision, but keeping her head down. 'This must be rather important, it couldn't be that we are the chosen ones to be the new emperors. But if it was, we would probably fight to the death for it.' she turned her head slightly, watching the man nearly fall off of his horse. 'Eh...I've taken stronger.'
Her confidence was rather high, but why wouldn't it be, so many people thought she could not do things. Perhaps her genius was not for the right type of act. "I've never been to Cloud Ruler Temple." she said, shortly. "It was just not a very hard puzzle to solve, the location that is."
If this place was to be secure, then they were doing an awful job. Any thief, any spy could easily figure out the location. Charity looked towards the sun, which was taking its good old time rising that morning. "Day light, we must move faster." With that, she tapped her Bruma, and put her chest closer to the beasts back for even more speed and balance.
Her memory was precise, for she had no need to look at the map. Morning was probably the worst time to be on a mission like this, for bandits would always be waking up - thinking they would get a good caravan traveler who was on his / her way to the Imperial City.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 8, 2011 10:15:11 GMT -5
Dorian also spurred on his horse and leaned into the gallop. They were moving quickly. He kept a wary eye along both sides of them to watch out for any type of ambush or banditry. He hated bandits. Lowlifes. Wretched thieves without even the guts to attack someone in a city. They waited until they were alone and out of calling range. Dishonorable little curs. Dorian kept thinking to himself that at some point in time he'd love to be somewhat ambushed by a group of stupid bandits. He'd love to really make them suffer, and learn to never, ever be bandits again.
Dorian wasn't exactly a righteous man, but he definitely had his own sense of honor and morality. He wouldn't stab in the back, but he'd charm an enemy to stab his own buddy in the back. It was a detached morality, covered by justifications and makeshift rules to ease his conscience. Believe it or not, Dorian definitely had a conscience and it was quite active -- just, somewhat demented.
As they moved closer and closer to the Cloud Ruler Temple a slight flutter of movement to the left of the traveling pair drew Dorian's eye. It was a flag of some type. He looked up ahead and to the right and saw the sun reflecting off of a small, shiny object.
"Heads up, girl. Up ahead and to the right. Bandits, possibly..."
He placed his hand on the handle of the dagger sheathed in his belt and prepared to dismount and combat anyone who might be lurking around the rocks.
Dishonorable little mutts...
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