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    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Ardus listened to the girls explanation, his incredulity growing with each sentence the girl spoke. Not only did she not have any money, but she wanted to tag along on the job? He was starting to wonder if he'd have been better off not intervening after all. Then the girl mentioned she was a healer, which caught his attention. Ardus was disciplined enough to be able to ignore some wounds, but having a healer on hand could be beneficial. Especially if she owed him. "Fine. You can come, but you find yourself in over your head, you're on your own." He said, lowering his hand, and walking back to his seat, hoping he hadn't made a stupid mistake.
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Marek glanced up from his meal as the heavy steel doors to the keep were pushed open, revealing a small figure clad only in a red dress. From where he was Marek couldn't spot any weapons on the figure but he could at least tell that she, for it was a woman of course, wasn't human, that was evident from the long feline tail that flicked from side to side as she walked. Khajiit, he thought. As the woman drew closer, obviously heading towards him, Marek slid a hand under the table and pulled out a dagger he had hidden in his boot. Once she was close enough, she flicked her eyes over him and said, "My, aren't you a fine specimen. Here for the job the Jarl has I take it?" She sat down beside him uninvited as she spoke and smiled warmly at him. Marek could have said the same about her. He'd done business with many of the Khajiit Caravans that travelled throughout Skyrim but he had never seen this particular Feline. Pure white fur covered her, visible on her arms, neck and head, as well as a large swath where the V of her dress was cut. And she was fit as well, no stranger to manual work as her dress might suggest. He could see the outline of hard muscle underneath the fur. Even if he hadn't seen the scroll she was holding with the Jarls seal on it he would have classified her as a potential threat. Not to mention the way she walked. Completely at ease sitting next to an obviously armed mercenary while she carried no weapons herself. Definitely hiding something...

    Marek didn't smile back. Instead he simply glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said, "Keen observational skills you have." He leaned back in his seat and set his plate down. "Since you seem to be watching for people like myself, how about you fill me in on the competition."
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Nivani grinned at the mercenary, revealing her mouthful of pointed teeth and fangs. Most vampires would have avoided doing such a thing, but, being a Khajiit, whose diets were mostly meat based anyways, only the very experienced would be able to tell the difference between her thinner, sharper fangs, and those of a standard Khajiit. She remembered glancing a few people through a inns window, looking like they might be the adventuring type. "A mixed bag. Surprising, considering this is Skyrim. A couple of elves, some other humans, Imperial, I'd say, and..." she sneered. "A lizard" she looked around, confirming her belief that she and the human were the only mercenaries currently inside the keep.

    As she spoke, she noticed an official depart from the jarls throne room, heading towards the inn, she'd guess. Nivani felt a tingle of excitement crawl up her spine. She was eager to get away from the dreary city, and let the real fun begin. She cared little for the fate of the villagers, but the Khajiit vampiress was contstantly looking for a chance to make gold, and get a little killing in on the side.

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    The official that had been noted leaving the throne room, and Understone keep itself, made a beeline for the tavern and inn that was down by the main gates. His mission was not of terrible importance, but the jarl wanted the mercenaries that had arrived in Markarth rounded up and brought to the keep. He was worried that the mercs would grow bored, and start some form of trouble, as drunk and bored thugs were likely to do. Outside the tavern stood a squad of guardsmen, armed with spears, swords and axes.
    They didn't plan to attack the mercenaries, but the jarl believed it was prudent to have them standing by. To show that the guards of the city of stone would not permit any foolishness. And, it made the official feel a little better that he had those capable men and women backing him up. The sergeant of the group caught his eye, and nodded. One of the men yanked the door open, and the rest of the squad flooded inside, with the official filing in behind. The guards spread out, and the official stepped forwards, unrolling a scroll as he did so. "Attention: All mercenaries interested and capable are to report to Understone keep immediately. Your payment and any concerns will be addressed there" he announced. Then he stepped aside, allowing access to the door.
     

    Pufftuff

    Well-Known Member
    Before the Imperial could respond, a commotion started and the mercenary dropped a drunken idiot. As sudden as all this occurred, a group of the Jarl's men burst through the door. Instinctively Tallon spun off the bar stool and began to draw his knife but fought back that response as an emissary of the Jarl spoke. The guards spread out, and the official stepped forwards, unrolling a scroll as he did so. "Attention: All mercenaries interested and capable are to report to Understone keep immediately. Your payment and any concerns will be addressed there" he announced. Then he stepped aside, allowing access to the door. The Argonian with a sarcastic tone began to walk outside, "Why thank you sir for the escort. Can be a dangerous place out there." As he winked at the others and began towards the keep.
     

    Aden Komad

    Misfortunate Soul
    'Maybe in another life we could have ran Riften.' He thought, as he leaned over and tapping his own purse the man smugly had still in his hand. "Pay the man."

    Aden smiled as he handed over the coins to the barkeep, before handing the Argonian's purse back to him. "You really should keep a closer eye on the things you consider precious. Or at least a tighter grip. And it's pretty lucky you didn't take any of the coins from my decoy purse. I poisoned them after all. Hold them for too long and it's a pretty painful death. I'm a poison master. I like poison, but I'm also a fantastic cook and I give new meaning to the phrase 'don't piss of the man who cooks your food.'"


    Order something on me as well. What pray tell brings a finely dressed thief to a pl*** hole like this?" The Argonian asked as he dropped his hood. He seemed to me making sure the Breton could see the distinct scar on his neck. He asked the next question with a slight threat embedded within, "Have we met before?"

    "Not that I am aware of. You would certainly remember someone as handsome as I. And if we are comparing failed execution scars I believe I have you beaten." Aden pulled back his collar to reveal a brutal looking scar that went from the left side of his shoulder, across his neck to the an inch from his jawline. He smiled as he fixed his clothing. "If we had met before, from the way this conversation is going, one of us would either be dead or we would be best friends. But alas we have not. As for my business here? I hear there is a job to help this city and I like to paid. So they should pay me."

    As the scene in the bar continued to grow as a woman dealt with a few drunken leeches and then another man can to her rescue. "But we can always talk later if you are here for the same purpose. I'm off to see the Jarl for some details. Enjoy your drink, hope it's not poisoned!"

    Aden left with a smile and walked out of the inn. He walked through the city of stone, making sure to take in every little detail, there might be something worth stealing later. But for now he was eager to talk to the Jarl. His blood was boiling. Now that he had gone back to the Red Manor an old side of his psyche had awakened once again. He played the part of the foolish thief because he loved for people to under estimate him. His true nature was a bit darker and he often reveled in it. How unsuspecting this normal mortals were, but he could also sense something else; something darker on the rise. And he was determined to find it's source, destroy it if he couldn't posses it. He walked into Understone Keep as an apparent official rushed out with a few guards.

    Shrugging, he continued into the structure. He noticed the other two figures in the room who seemed to be waiting and studied them from the corner of his eye. The man was obviously a profession mercenary or hunter, he also looked a bit familiar but he could have just heard of him in passing. Then there was the Kahjiit with snow white fur, beyond the unique coloring, he felt...something. She was dangerous as well. Perhaps more so than the man. He smiled slyly to himself. An interesting one to be sure. I'll keep my eye on her. They must be here for the same reason as I. This is going to be fun.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Ardus glanced up when the guards spilled into the place. The Imperial wasn't terribly worried that he'd just been double crossed. No one was ever stupid enough to double cross Ardus and live. Besides, the guards weren't acting hostile, and the official that was approaching clutched a scroll in his hands."Attention: All mercenaries interested and capable are to report to Understone keep immediately. Your payment and any concerns will be addressed there"

    Ardus watched and waited as several others in the room got to their feet, a scarred Argonian and a human male among them. One of them said something the official with a smirk, but Ardus wasn't particularly interested in what it was. He was here to work, not get peoples personal opinions on everything. He stood, taking the time to stretch, though he was really getting a read on the two men that had stood before him. Neither struck him as typical mercenaries, which meant they needed watching. He counted to ten silently, before walking out the door after them.

    He knew the way to the keep. This was hardly his first time in Markarth, though he had never seen anyone look quite so grim during his previous stays. 'This fog phenomenon must be getting to everyone' he though as he made his way to the keep. As it turned out, he wasn't among the first to show up.

    Already, another human, looking like he was equal parts Imperial and Nord, sat on a stone bench in the hall that lead up to the Jarls throneroom. He was obviously some kind of bounty hunter. The Khajiit woman beside him though...she had no weapons of any kind, that he could see, and yet....Ardus felt uneasy around her. Shaking the feeling off, he cast a look at the throne room doors. "Are we going to get started today or what?" He muttered, more to himself than to the people that made up his competition.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Nathariel stayed outside, watching for any late arrivals, but it seemed that only those she'd seen inside, and who'd been standing outside before going in one after another. The only outstanding detail was the Khajiit woman that had strolled into the city, heading towards the keep. Nathariel wasn't sure what, exactly she was, but she didn't strike the elven mercenary as a blade for hire.

    She looked more like a high class woman, perhaps a noble...but there was something very much different. She walked with a confidence that would have made most people stop and stare. Under the soft scarlet dress, her muscles were more like cords of iron, speaking to years of training. She'd heard of Khajiit monks that were martial artists, using only their hands and feet in combat. But the feeling she got from the Khajiit was not one of a monk.

    Her musings were cut short when her keen elven ears picked up the sound of voices from the inn. Moments later the mercenaries that had gone inside, came trailing out, and headed towards Understone keep. She followed, assuming that the Jarl had something to say before he sent them out to find the dozens of missing villagers and city dwellers. Nathariel trailed behind the group, listening for any additional snippets of information.
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    It seemed that the Khajiits observations were unneeded, as not moments after she finished relating to Marek what the competition looked like did those self same people walk through the doors into Understone Keep. One by one each of the other mercs made their way through the warren of tunnels that made up the keep towards the main audience chamber. Marek scrutinized each one as they passed by in the same way he had with the Khajiit still sitting beside him.

    For the most part, all of them looked as though they knew how to handle themselves but in his opinion, none of them, save a large Imperial man with a hand and a half sword on his hip and a female Altmer, looked like professional mercs. All the others wore clothing and armor that looked far too expensive and not utilitarian enough. That wasnt`t to say that they didn`t look dangerous, but it was a different kind of dangerous. The same type that the Khajiit woman in the red dress possessed. To Marek, most of the others looked more like assassins than brawlers capable of getting down and dirty when the need arose. But that was only his first opinion. He wasn`t about to pass judgement on them yet.

    In any case, he wasn`t in a huge rush to follow after the other mercenaries. He`had already spoken with the Jarl. Besides, with the Khajiit women still sitting beside him and clearly in no hurry either, he was reluctant to show his back to her. Instead he stood and held out a hand in the direction the others had walked off in and said, ``After you.`` With a grim half smile at the woman still seated on the bench.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Nivani had barely gotten through describing the competition, when they strolled inside the door to the keep. "Well, well. It looks like their more punctual than I gave them credit for" she said. One of the mercenaries, an Imperial with a rather fancy long coat strode past and grabbed her attention. He was a creature of the night, like herself. Though, he hid his demons behind a veil of courtesy. The others struck her either as professional mercs, or perhaps assassins. It didn't matter to her. Really, in the end, the mortals, for all their proficiency, were just one thing- prey.

    The mercenary she'd been sitting with stood, though he seemed in no hurry to rush after them. Indeed, he seemed more interested in
    her. And not in the usual way men looked at her. A piercing gaze, and for an instant, she believed he'd realized what she was. But if he had, he made no indication of it. She rose, and the mercenary gestured down the hall the others had just gone "After you". .Clearly, he was reluctant to expose his back to her. "Oh...A cautious one, hmm?" But she didn't make a fuss. Instead, she turned, and strode serenely down the hall.
     

    Pufftuff

    Well-Known Member
    While being almost funneled into a hall with the others Tallon gave notice to another man, and a Khajit that would stick out just about anywhere with her snow white fur. As the entered a room Tallon quickly moved to the side to find a corner or post to lean on so he could keep an eye on the others.

    'This better be worth it.' Thinking to himself. 'I'd hate for that poor guard to have died for nothing.' He made himself smirk. One thing that that Tallon wasn't to keen on was the Human man and the white Khajit seemed to be waited for them. 'If they think I'm gonna be following orders from them they are sorely mistaken.'
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Marcus hadn't wandered far from Understone keep. He suspected that the Jarl, or one of his functionaries, would want to speak with the assembled mercenaries before they departed. He was proven correct when a column of mercs, some he recognized from earlier, along with a new face, a young woman, following an official. He fell in at the back of the line, resting a hand easily on the hilt of his sword.

    As they walked, they passed two new people. One was an obvious mercenary, a dark armoured, well armed human man, who looked like he was no stranger to hunting other sentient creatures. Perhaps not in the way Marcus or his kind hunted, but similar. The second, could not have been more different. She was a Khajiit, tall and obviously female, wearing nothing but a rather revealing red dress that drew the eye. And...Marcus caught his breath as he realized something else. She was no mere mortal. The way she watched the others, with her sapphire coloured eyes, a cold hunger simmering in their depths. 'A vampire. In Markarth.' He didn't recognize her as one of Salthars coven. And she wasn't like the Volkihar brutes based near Solitude. She recognized him as well, obviously, but she said nothing.

    He turned his attention away, not wanting one of the others to become suspicious. Instead, he simply followed the others into a spacious room, and waited for the Khajiit and the human mercenary to join them. The Argonian took a place with the wall against his back. Obviously, he wasn't strong on trusting those he'd be working with. Marcus didn't care. He wasn't there to make the others feel like they could trust him. He was just there to make sure whatever was interfering with the covens business was eliminated.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Ardus followed the others up, into the keep. He wasn't too pleased with the girl. She might have been telling the truth, but anyone that promised him money and then didn't deliver usually received a sword to a vital organ. On the other hand, if she did come through, he'd be looking at a quite possibly double the pay for hunting down whatever was behind this fog. Provided the girl survived, of course. Dead people tended to have problems paying anyone, so he'd have to keep an eye on her.

    He'd done body guard work before of course, mostly for nobles or merchants that had a very high opinion of their own value. Most of the time, Ardus had ended up wanting to carve them up himself, but he was a man of his word. There were too many thugs out there that would take a contract, and then betray their employers just because they thought they could make more coin elsewhere. Ardus was more than happy to 'remind' them what being a merc was all about. Looking out for number one was important, but not at the cost of ones' values. And it was hard to get paid if no one hired you.

    He, along with the others, followed the official inside the keep, and to a room that he guessed had been set aside for them. It was nothing impressive, but the jarl probably wanted to impress upon them just how important it was they succeed at the job. Like every employer Ardus had ever met. He noticed a couple of newcomers. One, a human in dark armour, that had the air of a professional bounty hunter, and the other, a Khajiit woman that didn't look like much, but gave Ardus the impression she could look out for herself just fine. Another of the group, an Argonian that looked like he hadn't made many friends, planted his back against the wall. "This is cosy. What's next, cake and a speech on how important this job is?" he said to the room in general.
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    The room, as the one bounty hunter had said, was indeed 'cosy'. There was barely enough room for the group of mercs and assassins, and all the other 'unsavoury' types to spread out. She very much doubted it was by accident. 'Let's just hope there's no bladeplay. I'm not exactly eager to fight in such an enclosed place'.

    "Let's just get through this with out anyone losing anything. Like a head." She said quietly. "We're here to get a job description, not see who can show off the most" she'd noticed the others glaring at each other. Nathariel sighed, disgusted at the mens' childish compulsion to attempt to out-badass the others. She'd partnered with male mercs before, and it never failed. Honestly, she'd surprised herself by not cutting them down and taking payment for herself.
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    Alicia stuck close to the mercenary that had helped her out in the bar. She wasn't sure if she trusted him, yet. But then it wasn't about trust. She had a feeling that he'd help her as long as she promised him coin. And she had no plans to double cross the man. He looked like he wouldn't take it very well. When she and the others were inside, she took a cautious look around. The others in the room did not look like they were happy to be in the room. Especially not with all the competition. She heard the elven woman speak up, and smiled. "Now that sounds like good idea"
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Zah'Nivani glanced around at the inhabitants of the room. They certainly weren't the types that looked like they wanted to work together. Thy didn't even look like they wanted to be in the same room together. The vampiress made her way to the table in the center of the room. Her ears twitched at the sound of boots coming down the hallway.

    "Now, now, play nice. There's someone coming" she said, and a moment later, the jarl himself entered. The man looked like he hadn't slept in days, and if seeing a room full of mercenaries improved his mood any, it didn't show. The man blew a breath out. "So. You're the ones, eh?" He said. "You don't look like much, and I don't expect much."

    He scowled at them. "Mercenaries. Honourless thugs. But people from my hold are going missing. Whole villages, emptied. I'm paying you to find my people. Bring them back, and I'll pay you. More gold than most of you have seen in your lives. The sooner you start, the sooner you'll be paid...good luck" with that, the man turned on his heel and stormed out. A pair of guards remained, studying the group with suspicious eyes.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Ardus stirred, then shoved himself away from the wall, glancing at the others as he did so. He noticed the girl he'd rescued, and jerked his head towards the exit. "Come on, kid. Looks like we've got our marching orders" he wasn't too bothered by the Jarls holier than thou attitude. Most figures in authority looked down on those that did the same work Ardus did. He didn't care, so long as they paid. He'd made it all the way to the door when he noticed the others hadn't yet followed. "You know," he said dryly, "you're not going to get paid by staying in here"
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    The mercenary that had rescued her in the tavern, and agreed to let her tag along moved to the door. She glanced at the elf once more before following. She didn't exactly trust the others in the room. Actually, she wasn't sure she really trusted him either. "I don't think you ever told me your name" she said, following him through the stone corridors.
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Mareks thoughts were interrupted by one of the other mercs shortly after the Jarl left. He glanced over at the man and shrugged to himself, pushed off the wall he'd been leaning on and moving towards the door after the others. He temporarily forgot about the Khajiit woman as he thought about where he should start with this job. With the near total lack of survivors from the recent attacks, it would be hard to dig up any information on who or what was behind them. The only place they might find a lead was the last village to be attacked, a small village north of Markarth on the shores of the Karth river.

    Picking up his pace a little, Marek passed the others as they all made their way outside. Once he was outside the oppressive keep he made his way through the city until he came to the outer gate. Nearby was a few guards talking among themselves outside the guard room. As he approached, Marek saw a few of the guards turn to watch him apprehensively. He rolled his eyes. He'd always found the guards of Markarth to be the most suspicious of all the holds and now with this new and unknown threat they were only more so. Ignoring their apparent discomfort Marek said to the nearest one, "How much do you know about the most recent attack?" He pulled a small coin purse from a pocket and bounced it on the palm of his hand.

    After a short conversation with the guards Marek tossed the purse to the nearest one and left them to divide it up among themselves. They hadn't been able to tell him much but apparently the squad of soldiers the Jarl had sent to scout out the town the day before were still there. Hopefully he would be able to learn something more useful from those men. Glancing around Marek checked to ee if any of the others had caught up before making his way through the gates. He wasn't so much opposed to working together with the other mercs but if he could help it he would prefer to keep his cards close to his chest as well as any intel he could get his hands on.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    As they made their way towards the exit and the city beyond, the other male merc, the one that'd been waiting in the keep when Carn had arrived with the main group, passed him. He shrugged, not particularly caring where the man was off to.

    The girl he'd somehow gotten stuck with recalled that he hadn't yet told her his name. He sighed, hoping the entire job wouldn't have her asking pointless questions. "Carn. Ardus Carn." He said shortly, turning the corner to see a group of guardsmen squabbling over a small amount of coins. It wasn't hard to figure out what the man had done. Apparently, he was no more a team player than Ardus himself. "Come on" he picked up the pace, noticing that the man wasn't exactly waiting around for them.

    He lead her down a set of stone stairs, reaching the cities ground level. From there, he made his way to the main gates, noticing the man glancing over his shoulder. Ardus scowled. The guy clearly wasn't too keen on sharing information. Or maybe he just assumed that the others knew what was going on. He didn't bother to wait for the others, and was about to shove through the gates when he heard one of the guards talking to his companion. "Skarl and his men are still at that village. Checking for survivors."

    He turned on his heel and approached. The pair of guards stiffened, and he saw the eyes of both men narrow. "What do you want, Wolf?" One said, the challenge in his voice obvious. His companion, perhaps less foolish, elbowed his friend. "Your pal, Skarl. Which village is he at?" The guards glanced at each other, and the foolish one shrugged. His friend answered "the most recent site of the disappearances. Some no name village on the Karth. North of here"

    Ardus frowned. The guard had said 'disappearances' not abductions or attacks. He glanced at the girl, then back to the man. "Others will be along shortly. Point them in the right direction, will you?" Without waiting for a response, he turned and shoved the gates open, trusting the girl to follow.
     

    Orien Terrik

    "Arik tree'ac te kek."
    Swish! The arrow struck the Forsworn, and it looked like it had entered through his ear. The remaining Forsworn stopped attacking the Caravan, and looked around, trying to figure out where the Arrow had come from. Suddenly, another of their band went down, this one with an arrow to the eye. A tree branch snapped, some leaves fell, and then, all was calm again. The Forsworn, either brave, or foolish, turned back towards the Caravan, preparing to attack it again. Behind them, about a two hundred yards away, a silent figure fell from a tree, and landed softly, and quietly, on the ground. He lifted his bow up, which had an arrow notched, and fired it at the Forsworn group. The arrow impacted a female member of their gang in the back of the head, and she fell forward. The group, startled again, turned around to see a man with a hood pulled up over his head standing behind them, his bow drawn, and an arrow already notched again. The war band charged at him, yelling. The man loosed the arrow, and it struck one of the charging Forsworn in the throat. The man then sprinted at them, placing his bow on his back, his footsteps eerily silent. As the Forsworn drew near to the man, he reached behind his back, and pulled out a knife in his hand, which he threw all in the same motion as he drew it at one of the Forsworn. The knife struck the woman in between the eyes, and she fell forward, her body skidding to a stop on the ground. There were only four Forsworn left. The man lifted his hand, and threw a fire ball, which exploded on the ground, and caused a wall of fire to go up, blocking the Forsworn's view of the man. The put on the brakes, before the hit the wall of flame, and stopped. Suddenly, the wall parted, and the man ran through, a sword drawn. In one quick motion, he lopped off the head of the nearest Forsworn, and a stream of blood squirted up from where the head had been moments before. The man rolled forward, instantly closing the distance between him and the remaining three members of the war band. He sliced into someone's side, causing the Forsworn man to double over in pain, but his face was instantly greeted by the knee of the unknown assailant. The knee broke the nose, and forced it up into the brain of the person he had his sword buried in. The force of the blow knocked the man backwards, and off the assailant's sword. One of the Forsworn charged at him, and swung with his blade, which was deflected easily by the unknown man, who proceeded to follow through with his own blade. He chopped off the woman's right arm, and then her left. The Forsworn woman began to scream, but was cut short when the man rammed the edge of his blade into her throat. The final member of the war band, stood stunned as the dead woman slipped from the assailant's blade. He turned to run, but the man sent a bolt of lightning at him, which impacted the fleeing Forsworn in the chest, and he fell over onto the ground, convulsing, unable to move, but still alive. The man walked up to him as he lay on the ground, and raised his sword....
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    Jorunn brought the tip of his sword down into the back of the convulsing Forsworn man. He Pulled the blade back and forth, and then yanked it out of his back. The man convulsed a few more times, and then stopped. Jorunn walked over to the caravan, stopping on the way to pull his knife out of the person he had thrown it at. He was greeted happily by the survivors. He had been on his way to Markarth when he ran across this caravan being attacked by a Forsworn war band. He couldn't pass by and let this continue, so he climbed into a tree to get a better angle, and engaged the war band. Now that it was over, he had to make sure everyone was alright. A few of the survivors offered him a pouch of gold, but he turned it down. "No, I will not accept, I am just doing my job. Now please, hurry, be off. It is not good to sit around these parts." His voice was somewhat muffled due to the mask on his face, but his point got across, and the men and women of the Caravan moved off, safe for now. Jorunn set about retrieving his arrows from the dead bodies. He didn't normally do this, but he was running low on arrows as this was the third Forsworn war band he had run into. After he had retrieved his arrows, he set off down the road, on his way to Markarth.
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    Upon his arrival at the city, he was greeted by the guards, who know him by name as he had worked alongside them a few times before. The gate to the city was opened for him, and he entered, climbing up the long flight of stairs towards the Understone keep. As Jorunn arrived at a large door, he walked past a group of people, Mercenaries by the look of it, that were exiting the Keep. The Ranger paid them no mind as he entered. As he entered, he saw a few more mercenary types that were standing around. Walking past the guards, who recognized his gear and let him through, he entered the area of the Understone Keep where the Jarl usually sat around. After climbing two sets of stair, he entered a little room where the Jarl's chair was situated.
    "Ah, Jorunn, glad to see the Rangers heard of our pleas. I was actually preparing to send a messenger your way, however, with you here, I doubt I need to now, correct?" asked the Jarl. Jorunn pulled down the mask from his face, and smiled, giving a polite nod. "Very good. Its nice to have someone with honor helping us out. I am also glad I don't have to pay you." He chuckled. "Now on to "Business". Some of my citizens have been disappearing. It almost always occurs when a thick mist appears. I would like you to figure out what is happening, and bring back my people, if you can. The last known attack was on a village to the North, on the Karth River. Good luck." the Jarl finished. Jorunn simply just nodded again, and spun on his heel in a one hundred and eighty degree turn, walking back down the steps to the front of the keep, which resembled a large cave. As he was preparing to leave, he saw a white Khajiit female. Something seemed odd about her, but instead of showing his suspicions, he simply nodded politely, his hood covering most of his face in darkness except his mouth and nose. After nodding at the Khajiit, he stopped as he saw an Altmer woman. He made eye contact with her, and as he did so, he pulled the mask up over his mouth and nose. Then he broke the eye contact, walked past a man that looked like an Imperial, and pushed open the door, heading outside, and down the long flight of stairs to the city's gate. The gate opened, and he exited. As the gate closed behind him, he stopped right outside, and pulled out his map. Jorunn had visited this small village a few times, before, and had marked it on there. He began to study the quickest way to get there, and then set off, this time not following the road, but taking a game trail that was marked on his map. Night had fallen, and the Ranger disappeared into the darkness. Traveling on paths that normally were never traveled, it only took him about an hour or so to reach the village outskirts. Jorunn stopped, and knelt down, examining his surroundings, and then he proceed into the Village. There were guards pondering around, but Jorunn ignored them for the moment, even though they were giving him stares. He entered a small home, to look around. It looked like it was abandoned in a rush. There was a half eaten steak on the table, as well as bread that had bite marks, and two goblets of wine that had been filled that had yet to have been drunk. Something on the floor caught his eye, and he knelt down in front of it. It was a small pool of blood, or so it appeared to be. It had been dried, and was imprinted on the carpet that was under the table. Jorunn began a careful analysis of the things he had found, and began to form a few hypotheses about what could have happened.
     
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