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    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    It was late. Most of the others had left for their rooms, knowing they'd be leaving the following day. Salthar remained at his table, pondering Aliah's request. The coven had dozens of informants scattered throughout Tamriel. If her sister really was in Skyrim, his people would know of it. Though, as far as he knew, Aliahs sister was safe in Alinor. For her to be in Skyrim, and Riftens' ratway of all places, made no sense.

    Movement nearby caught his attention, and he glanced up to see a young, pretty Nord woman making a beeline for his table. It didn't take him long to realize she was no mortal. The tone of her skin, the way she walked, with the confidence of a predator, and her eyes, gave it away. A vampire. And since Salthar couldn't sense the vile taint of Molag Bal around her, it was safe to assume she was a member of his coven. The way she was dressed, in a simple beige and white smock, gave him the idea she was a spy. She smiled at him and passed by, dropping a slip of parchment as she did so. He trapped it with his gloved hand, and waited until she'd left the inn to read whatever message was on it.

    The message was written in a neat hand, and requested that Salthar meet with the writer near Riftens docks as soon as possible. The signature at the end surprised him. Lucius Draconus was supposed to be overseeing matters at the Bloodlet throne, and yet, he was apparently in Riften. Something important must have come up for him to request a direct meeting.

    Discretely,Salthar left the inn, and made his way to the docks. When he arrived, it wasn't hard to find Lucius. The red haired Imperial stood on the docks, his cloak fluttering in the wind. He turned upon hearing Salthars boot heels clunking on the wood of the dock. "My lord. You received my message."

    "Evidently. What is so urgent that you needed to speak with me?"

    "This upstart northern warlord. And his 'brotherhood' "

    Salthar frowned. " I don't follow. The brotherhood has remained in the northern holds."

    "Until now, my lord. Our garrisons in Whiterun and Falkreath holds report men entering villages and towns, recruiting for 'the true leader of Skyrim. I thought it best to consult with you before taking action."

    "Interesting. Has any one village dedicated themselves to the brotherhood?"

    "Several small clans have attempted revolts. No whole village has declared independence."

    "Then restore order. Have the Brotherhood scouts publicly executed. Along with any who have declared support for this warlord. Remind them who they owe allegiance to."

    "As you wish, my lord..."

    The pair of them had moved up to the wall as they spoke. To any casual observer, they were two friends out for a late night stroll. "Is there something else, Lucius?"

    The Imperial hesitated, obviously uncomfortable with the subject."Speak freely." Salthar encouraged him.

    "My lord...I've received reports of discontent among the ranks."

    "Discontent?"

    "Many among the coven are wondering why you're still leading this group of...misfits. Rather than sending the coven to deal with this brotherhood."

    Salthar frowned. "I have my reasons. Besides, these 'misfits' as you call them have proven useful.For example, they draw less attention than a contingent of the blackguard would."

    "I see. I'll relay that to the others. Shall we expect you back at the fortress soon?"

    "Not much longer, I think." Salthar replied. "Once we've disposed of the brotherhood, I'll be free to rejoin the coven. Go now. I'd better return to the others before they miss me. I intend to leave Riften sooner rather than later. I'll be out of contact after that." Before the Imperial could reply, Salthar spoke once more, his fellow vampires' request on his mind. "Make contact with our contacts in the ports and on Alinor. Any news of a young Altmer woman, most likely appearing in recent months, in the garb of a mage. You know how to get a message to me, evidently."

    "As you wish, my lord." The Imperial bowed, turned, and stepped off the wall. An instant later, he was gone. Salthar turned on his heel, and headed back to the inn.
     
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    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    Dawn arrived, the sun shining over the city of Riften. Aliah stood outside the inn, waiting for the others to join her. She was still unnerved by the events of last night, but she hadn't heard or seen anything about her sister since. Still, she was eager to be away from the city, and back on the road once more. Deciding to check on Alice and Cilla, to see if they were up and ready to go. At their door, she knocked once. "Alice? Cilla? Come down for breakfast. It'll be time to go soon."
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Both girls headed to bed soon after talking to Elizabeth and getting a bite to eat. Cilla slept well despite her traumatic day. She was still curled up in bed with Alice when dawn came and sleeping soundly. Alice herself had slept reasonably well but her visions had made her a little restless. She kept seeing the Ratway and a very familiar altmer girl. A girl she had met in Markarth two years ago named Senya. Someone she hadn't seen in years but owed her life to for helping rescue Cilla. She didn't know it at the time but she was Aliah's little sister. And she was in front of Alice beckoning to her and just out of reach. No matter how far or how fast Alice moved she couldn't reach Senya. She pursued her to a dead end, a brown brick wall lined with a single torch. She tried to call to Senya, to ask what she was doing down here, but she had no voice. Her throat never vibrated at all and no words never came out. She tried to reach out but it was so far. Why couldn't she reach her?

    Senya turned to her and gave a mysterious smile. One that said something sinister was going on here and Alice would have to figure out what it was for herself. Then she disappeared. She turned into a pile of black rose pedals, fluttering into the wind around a thin, black mist and falling to the floor. Then they simply disappeared, as though they weren't there at all. Alice was in awe of what she was seeing but also terrified. What was going on here? What did this all mean? What was she going to do about it? There was no time to think on it. Suddenly everything stopped. Darkness came up from the floor. It developed her, surrounded her, and utterly consumed her. Everything was gone. All the world was gone. Her heart was racing so fast she couldn't breathe and it was so dark she felt blind.

    And she was so cold.

    A knock on the door bolted her awake. It was from Aliah, saying that breakfast was ready and they needed to come down. Cilla was immediately awake and out of Alice's arms as if someone had flipped a switch. She opened the door while Alice stayed in bed and smiled up at Aliah, the little girls plump face showing refreshing innocence.

    "Good morning Miss Aliah." She said before giving her a bug hug around the waist. "Alice'll be down in a minute. She's still waking up."

    The two walked downstairs for breakfast, Aliah fully clothed but Cilla still in her baby pink footy pajamas with her long brown hair in a bedhead. She figured Aliah would ask her if she was okay so she decided to volunteer the information when they sat down. "I feel better today. Alice and I got in bed together and she made me feel safe like always. But...what Mr. Salthar did...I can't help feeling it was wrong. And really, really scary. I wish papa and Carlotta were here so I could talk about it but I'm honestly not sure what to say. Also, Alice was tossing and turning last night. That usually means she was having a vision which isn't so unusual. What was unusual was that she kept muttering a name. Senya. Do you know who that is?"
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Shork woke up fairly early in the morning, given his busy night. The lack of sleep would catch up to him, but he couldn't stand sleeping in the dusty basement anymore. Deciding to head upstairs, he stood up only for his cover to fall away, exposing his naked form. He began to search for his clothes with little reward, only to be sighted by the Argonian barman who had appeared at the stairway. The man looked away in disgust, before throwing his freshly-washed clothes in the Orc's direction. He spoke after the mercenary gave him an inquisitive look. "Trust me, I was happy to clean it up for free. You smelled worse than the beggars lying outside."

    After adorning his clothing, the Orc headed upstairs, trying to ignore the aching of his skull. Seemingly he had recovered from last night well, in terms of lacking a hangover. He was feeling itchy after a night in his poor accomadations, and there was a suspicious bite mark on his shoulder. Not remembering much of the evening past drinking alongside the others upstairs, Shork concluded that he'd ended up at a brothel at some point the night before. As he reached the inn's main floor, he saw none of the others yet, excluding Aliah, who was just heading upstairs. Her appearance suddenly caused memories of the Ratway to fill his head, and he stumbled on the last step, tripping over onto the floor. The inn was fairly quiet this morning however, and he recieved little recognition for his clumsiness.

    Heading to a table after regaining his footing, Shork sat down and called for one of the innkeepers to take his order. They didn't take kindly to being called over from the bar, but took his order anyway, returning soon after with an obviously undercooked piece of salmon. "Your food looks exquisite." He sarcastically remarked as they walked away. In truth, he really didn't care, gorging on the fish without care for its texture or flavour. Other members of the company arrived as he ate, but he ignored them, worried that they'd mock him and his inebriated evening. When the barwoman came back for his payment, he panicked upon realising his money was all gone.

    The two Argonians had a brief discussion with each other on the far side of the room, before returning to his table. The female Argonian lifted a woodcutters axe with some difficulty and dropped it on the table. "There's a chopping block outside" she said with a gritty voice, before walking back to the bar. Giving a loud belch as he stood up in defiance to the woman, Shork easily picked up the axe and headed for the nearest exit. Before leaving, he got the attention of one of the other company members, indicating where he was going to with a gesture using his axe, so that they knew where to find him later.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Shadaris' ears twitched as she heard Aliah come up the stairs and calling for Cilla and Alice. She cracked open an eye, and remembering her victory last night, grinned. She threw the covers off and swung her legs out of bed, sitting up, and trying to remember where she'd put her armour. A few moments of looking around revealed it, crumpled in the corner of her room. Her sword belt, holding her falchion and daggers, was slung over the lone chair in the room. She dressed and left the room, planning on going downstairs and getting some breakfast, she made her way towards the stairs. Then the distinctive snore of Donath reached her ears.

    Grinning mischievously, she followed the sound to a closed door, and eased it open. Donath lay on the bed, sprawled out like a corpse. "Hmph. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're part troll." She leaned over the poking man, and poked him in his broad chest. Hard. Then she hovered over him, finger posed to deliver more pokes as necessary. "Wakey wakey."
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    Donath could have slept the day through. He probably would have if something sharp poked his unprotected chest. Hard. "Huh? Trolls?Where?" He half bellowed, waving his arm wildly. He cracked his eyes open, and groaned as the sun stabbed into them. It took him a moment to realize someone was standing over him. Someone with pointed ears and very green eyes. And was grinning, revealing a mouthful of very pointy looking teeth. "Wha- lass, you're evil." He grunted, realizing the Khajiit was his tormentor. Wanting to avoid any more jabs, he waved her away. "I'm awake, I'm awake." He made a shooing motion towards the door, and started putting his armour on. After he'd finished, he grabbed his cloak, pack and armour, and stomped his way downstairs. He passed Aliah and Cilla on the way, and noticed the young Imperial, Julius, sitting on his own at a table. Donath made his way over to him and took a free chair. "Morning,lad." He gestured the Argonian innkeep. "Somethin' hot, if ye don't mind." He turned his attention back to Julius. "Ye ready to move out?"
     
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    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    Elizabeth woke to hear someone shouting. She sat up, recognizing Donaths voice, something about trolls. By the time she'd gotten all her things together and gone to see what the problem was, Donath was already downstairs. She got herself some breakfast, and made sure all of her gear was packed properly. Not that she had nearly as much as some of the others. Bandages, some herbs, and a couple of healing potions. As she ate, she mentally reviewed the route they'd need to take. It seemed like a straight forward march from Riften, but that wasn't considering the Whitescar brotherhood. She didn't think they'd just give up and go home. And even if they did, they'd need to fight them once the group reached Windhelm. "We'll deal with that when we have to." She looked to Donath, "do you know where the others are?"
     

    WindWalker

    Well-Known Member
    Julius was at one of the tables, eating his breakfast. Shork had already come and gone, and he didn't know where everyone else had gotten to. Most likely, they were still sleeping. It was pretty early, but Salthar wanted to get them moving again. Donath came down when he was halfway through his meal, already in his full armour carrying his pack. The short nord warrior sat down across from him, and asked how he'd slept, and if he was ready to get moving. "I'm ready whenever everyone else is. Do you think the Brotherhood scouts are still out there?" He looked up when Elizabeth came down, also looking like she was ready to go. She asked where the others were, and Julius shrugged. "Upstairs, probably. I haven't seen anyone but Shork and Donath." He saw Aliah and Cilla out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, and Aliah and Cilla. They came down a little bit before you."
     

    Aethalia

    Well-Known Member
    "I feel better today. Alice and I got in bed together and she made me feel safe like always. But...what Mr. Salthar did...I can't help feeling it was wrong. And really, really scary. I wish papa and Carlotta were here so I could talk about it but I'm honestly not sure what to say. Also, Alice was tossing and turning last night. That usually means she was having a vision which isn't so unusual. What was unusual was that she kept muttering a name. Senya. Do you know who that is?"

    Aliah brought the younger Psyrakon downstairs, taking one of the empty tables. Alice was still upstairs, but Aliah was fairly certain they still had a little time. She hadn't yet seen Salthar, but if she knew the other vampire, he was most likely outside, getting increasingly impatient. Cilla mentioned she was feeling better, but still concerned about Salthars execution of the scout. Aliah pondered on how to explain the situation to the girl. "Cilla, while I won't excuse what Salthar did, he also didn't have much of a choice. We couldn't let the man go. And we couldn't bring him with us. I wish you hadn't seen it. But the truth of the matter is, where we're going, you might see worse. I'm sure the others will understand, if you want me to take you back home to whiterun."

    Cillas' mention of Senya was just as troubling. The fact that Alice was having visions of her, even more so. "Yes...I know who that is." She said quietly. Though, she wasn't about to go into that with the girl. Instead, she called the Argonian innkeep over. "Help you, ma'am?" He asked politely. "Get the girl whatever she'd like. Nothing for me."
     

    Blackwhite1223

    Well-Known Member
    With many of the guardsmen wounded the day before, the local captain had requested that Torin lend his bow and tracking expertise to the towns exterior defenses. He'd agreed, and Averaine had volunteered to accompany him. The ranger and knight left shortly before dawn, skirting the citys' walls. Torin was careful to keep his attention focused on the ground at his feet, and the surrounding forest. Seeing no sign of any Brotherhood soldiers, he stopped and turned to Averaine. "If there were any scouts besides those we encountered, they've long since left the area." He reported. "We should probably get back to the city, see if the others are ready to leave."
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    "Really? Well who is it? That name sounds familiar." Cilla said. She hadn't picked up on that fact that the question had bothered Aliah and didn't realize she didn't want any follow ups. Cilla didn't even realize she was being too inquisitive. She simply wasn't old enough to pick up on social cues like that. Fortunately the argonian waiter came around to ask if they'd like anything and that changed the subject. Cilla was very excited to hear that she could have whatever she wanted and immediately cycled through all the breakfast foods her parents didn't let her have on a daily basis. Everything from fried steak to cake to caramel covered sweetrolls went through her mind but a few moments later she had decided what she wanted most.

    "Good morning ma'am! Do you have chocolate chip pancakes with nuts and whipped cream?"

    "Why yes we do. Would you like some?"

    "Yes ma'am, I would. And do you have sweetrolls too?"

    "Yes, we have sweetrolls. We also have cinnamon rolls. They're like sweetrolls but rolled up like a dinner roll with cinnamon and icing."

    "Wow! That's a thing!? I want two cinnamon rolls with my pancakes please! And bacon. Four strips of crispy bacon."

    "Would you like two or three pancakes?"

    "Can I have four?"

    "I don't see why not. Four chocolate chip pancakes with nuts and whipped cream, four strips of crispy bacon and two cinnamon rolls. Would you like some chocolate milk with that?"

    "Yes ma'am! I would love some!"

    "Now this is an awfully big breakfast. Are you sure you can eat it all?"

    "Don't worry ma'am. I've got it all under control." Cilla pointed at her round and ready belly and gave a proud smile that emphasized her dimples. As Cilla was ordering Alice came downstairs, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She was in her usual travelling clothes of blue dress, brown leather gloves and brown leather knee high riding boots over her white leather bodysuit but her usual jewelry was mismatched. Her silver sapphire ring was on her right middle finger instead of her ring finger, her silver sapphire necklace was twisted and she was missing her left silver sapphire earring. She had also forgotten to comb her hair or apply her usual regimen of makeup. It was obvious she hadn't slept well. When she got downstairs she glanced around the room for any members of the group and saw Cilla and Aliah at their table.

    "Morning." She muttered.

    "Hi Alice." Cilla said, smiling up at her sister.

    "Hey." She said. "You know you really shouldn't be down here in your jammies. This is a public tavern, not home, and it's appropriate to get dressed first. Plus your hair's a mess. Go upstairs and brush it."

    "Nice to see you too." Cilla said sarcastically. Her sister was in a bad mood and it wasn't a good idea to bate her with sarcasm but Cilla didn't really care at the moment. "What bug crawled up YOUR butt this morning."

    "A dragonfly." Alice growled. Cilla looked up to her sheepishly and her expression softened. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I just didn't sleep well." She turned to Aliah. "I had a vision last night and I just couldn't get to sleep during or after it. I'm not even sure when I fell asleep but it wasn't long enough. So I...kinda rushed down here. Sorry."
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    After watching a now awake, and fairly grumpy Donath head downstairs to join the others. She walked to the doorway, stretching up on her tip toes, until the tips of her claws scratched into the doorframe. Then she followed him down, and took a seat beside Donath, across from Julius. The harassed looking Argonian bartender approached her. "Something bloody." She ordered, the lizard nodded and headed back into the kitchens. A few minutes later, he came out with a hunk of red meat. She tossed the waiter a coinpurse, and skewered her breakfast with a knife. Khajiit and Argonian diets were a little different than human.

    A quick glance around showed Aliah, Elizabeth, and the Psyrakon sisters were already down. Alice looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep, if the state of her clothes were any indication. For a moment, she wondered if Alice had had a midnight 'visit', but then remembered who, exactly, was the subject of her speculation. Alice and Julius were still very much in 'love'. There was no way they'd be interested in anyone else. And since she'd seen Julius go off to his own room, it was likely Alice just hadn't slept well. She glanced at the soldier. He was already staring over at her. She rolled her eyes, "down, boy. Let her wake up before you go clomping over there."

    She looked around. "So where's tall,dark and deranged gotten off to? I thought he wanted to leave as early as possible."
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Salthar had been wandering the city since before dawn. Though he didn't let it show, his meeting with Lucius, and the news his castellan had brought him was worrying. The Brotherhood had been staying in the northern holds so far. To have them wandering as far as Falkreath meant they were looking for fresh troops. Salthar trusted his forces to deal with any Brotherhood sympathizers appropriately, but he'd wanted room to think. So he'd strolled throughout Riften. Despite the relative peacefulness of the city, he'd not been at ease. Something felt...wrong. He had the sense of something lurking in the depths of the city, preparing to strike. But he had neither the time nor the resources to do anything about it.

    When dawn arrived, he was making his way back to the inn. To his mild annoyance, only the Orc mercenary was outside, cutting wood. He pushed his way inside, and looked around. Most of the others were in the main room, eating breakfast, except for Torin and Averaine. "It's time we left this city." He announced. "Gather your things, and follow." Without waiting for any acknowledgement or protests, he made his way to the main gate. The ranger and knight were already there. Once the rest of the group had assembled, he turned to them. "From here, it should be fairly easy to reach Windhelm. If any of you doubt your ability to make it, feel free to leave. There will not be a second chance."
     

    T. Rakinson

    A Brute among Beasts
    Seeing his employer re-emerge from The Bannered Mare after entering a minute or so before, Shork finished splitting his last log and carried the fruits of his labour over to the taverns back door. Knocking on the door, the male Argonian from before and two Dunmer workers came to collect all the wood. The mercenary turned to leave, but before he had turned round a street corner the barkeep whistled to him from the entrance. Looking back into the building with a slightly nervous look, the Argonian handed Shork a small pouch. "You paid off more than your meal" he said simply, then hurried back inside, the door almost catching his tail as it closed in a hurry.

    After weighing the coin sack in his hand to measure the currency within, Shork pocketed his profits and walked back around to the front of the tavern, to find several of the company members heading to the city gates. Looking over to their intended direction, he saw that Torin and Averaine had recently re-entered the city. Predicting that they would soon be taking their leave of Riften, the Orc pushed through the doorway of The Bannered Mare and went down to the basement to collect his things.
    Several minutes later the mercenary was stood at the gates with his party, waiting for them to depart for Windhelm. Salthar gave them all a final ultimatum to leave the company. Shork remained quiet. After the preceeding evening his conflict with the Brotherhood had become personal, but it was in his best interests to withhold his personal views of the enemy from the group.

    Now thinking of his company again, Shork thought to attempt conversation again. Looking in turn at Torin and Averaine, he decided to walk over to the vampire, ironically feeling more comfortable with approching the latter. He put it down to a sense of familiarity with the knights choice of apparel, yet... the ranger had an unsettling affect on his mind, for whatever reason.
    Upon reaching his fellow company member the mercenary cleared his throat and spoke up. "Any news on the Whitescar's activities?".
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Shadari didn't have any gear left to grab. She was out by the gates a little after the Orc mercenary was. The rest of the group joined them a little while after, except for Torin and Averaine, who'd already been outside the city. Personally, she was happy to be moving again. She wasn't as uncomfortable in cities as Torin was, but Riften smelled wrong. As if there was some sickness in the air. Shrugging her uncomforts away, she glanced at the others. It looked like everyone was ready to move out. Deciding to respond to Salthars ultimatum, she stalked past him. "I'm not giving up. Far as I know, Blackthorn is still in Windhelm. That's where I'm going. With or without the rest of you."
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Averaine waited near the gates of Riften with Torin. Before long, Salthar left the city, trailed by the rest of the group. Rather than heading out immediately, the elven vampire turned and bluntly told those that doubted their abilities to leave. He also revealed they'd be travelling as directly to Windhelm. The knight had no problem with that plan. He longed to put the Brotherhoods raids to an end. It was a quest that any knight worthy of the title would be honoured to be a part of.

    Shork sidled over to him, and, cast a cautious glance at Torin. For some reason, the orc seemed weary of the ranger. Averaine knew his friend seemed rather dour, when among large groups. When the orc spoke, he directed his question to the knight. "Any news on the Whitescar's activities?".

    He shook his head. "Nothing as of yet. It seems the Brotherhood is taking a more cautious approach, since we killed their scouts." He turned to Shadari as the Khajiit assassin stalked away from the city, seeming even more unapproachable than usual.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    After realizing just how much breakfast she'd ordered Cilla decided to share her breakfast with Alice. Once she'd eaten all she could of course, which amounted to a little less than half. As they were finishing Salthar got up and commanded them all to pack up and get going. They were supposed to rest today and leave tomorrow but it seemed the mer had gotten impatient. That was another reason Alice was grumpy today in addition to her disturbing vision but she knew better than to talk back to Salthar. So did everyone else it seemed, except for Cilla.

    "Wait a minute!? Mr. Salthar, we were supposed to rest today! You can't just...!" One cold stare from the vampire sorcerer was enough to stop Cilla mid-rant and make her understand. Salthar didn't seem to like children as it was and today he was taking protests from no one. The message to Cilla was very clear.

    Stop whining.

    Cilla simply nodded her head, her face showing more than a little fear, and followed her sister upstairs. Both girls took a few minutes to get dressed (Or in Alice's case, re-dressed.) And get ready to go. Aliah was downstairs paying their bill but she told them they had only time for the bare minimum so they moved as fast as they could. Neither wanted to keep Salthar waiting.

    Cilla changed into her travelling clothes from the first days trip but wore a tall pair of soft fur-lined boots that Alice had brought along for her. Alice meanwhile decided on a fresh change of clothes. Her traveling outfit really was her best combat gear but she had been wearing it for four days and it was starting to smell. She had forgotten the self-cleaning enchantments last night before bed and hadn't had the opportunity while on the road with Elizabeth. A change of clothes would help her feel better and the standard enchantments her dad put on everything still gave her modest protection. Plus she'd be less motivated to take risks and with her sister to protect she couldn't afford to.

    Alice settled on her city outfit. A blue dress similar to the one with her battlegear but the sleeves were tighter, a little shorter and ended in frilly white lace. Under the dress were her usual brown leather boots, a thin pair of socks and between the socks and the boots a pair of blue and white striped footed tights. Over the dress was a white apron she tied in back with a large bow and she secured the bow with a large ebony skull ring. Proper application of her jewelry and a brown leather jacket which she left open completed her look. Overall it was a quaint, typical and very cute outfit a girl her age would wear and when put together it formed a web of enchantments that boosted her illusion magic and brought its magika costs down to nearly zero. They also boosed what she called her "mysticism" magic. A loose collection of telepathy, mind altering and other strange spells that had once been considered a school of magic but was now split among other classes. She wasn't a hundred percent on this but she theorized that her visions were a type of mysticism magic. She had tried to study the subject matter at the College of Winterhold during her semester with Cilla three months ago but Skyrim's mages had precious little to go on. How she missed the Arcane University back in Cyrodiil.

    She immediately felt the increase in power, hearing whispers of thoughts of the patrons downstairs and a desire to control them. She suppressed the urged quickly though, knowing how easily magic like this could get her into trouble. She had to stay focused. She strapped on her weapons and headed out the door.

    A minute later she was downstairs with Cilla and Aliah, all of them ready to go. Salthar led them all to the gate and then proclaimed that they would be heading to Windhelm. Anyone who doubted their abilities would need to leave now as there would be no second chances. Alice and Cilla stood hand in hand, ready to face anything they encountered. Neither of them would abandon the other and they were both fully committed.

    "I'm ready Salthar. We both are. We always will be."

    "I'm with you guys all the way Mr. Salthar. The Brotherhood has done too many bad things for me to go home now. Let's go give 'em a bloody nose and a fat lip!"
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    Elizabeth was startled by Salthars' sudden announcement. She knew from her months of studying with him that he wouldn't stand for wasting time. But she was pretty sure he'd said they would be staying in Riften for two days. Apparently, that was no longer the case. She shot a glance at Alice and Cilla, who looked as confused as she felt. Then she headed outside, and to the main gates. Salthar was already waiting out there, with Shadari, Averaine, and a couple of the others. She stayed quiet as the others restated their commitment to the quest.

    Shadari seemed as eager as the vampire to be away from the city. Elizabeth hurried to catch up to the assassin. She probably didn't want company, but the young healer had overheard her talking about some mage in Windhelm. That worried her for some reason. Shadari could take care of herself though, but Elizabeth wanted her to know she didn't have to fight this mage on her own. "Shadari...um," she hesitated. The assassin didn't seem like the approachable type. And she didn't look like she wanted to talk. "Nice weather for todays walking, don't you think?" She asked, cringing inside. She shot a look over her shoulder, hoping the others hadn't heard her awkward conversation starter.
     

    Aethalia

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    Despite being surprised by Salthars' sudden announcement, the group was outside the city in good time. Without waiting for a response to his ultimatum, the vampire turned and began leading the way towards Windhelm. The only one of the group who seemed as eager as her fellow Altmer was Shadari, who ranged up ahead of the others. Aliah turned her attention to the others in the group. Elizabeth was approaching the Khajiit, and the others were travelling in a loose column, enjoying the fairly decent weather, compared to the harsh weather of Whiteruns' plains.

    After checking to make sure Alice and Cilla were staying relatively close to the others, she caught up with Salthar. His behaviour of late had been...troubling, to say the least. Especially his caous execution of their prisoner, and his sudden decision to leave Riften behind. And the look he'd given Cilla when she'd protested had been just short of threatening. The robed Altmer either didn't notice her presence at his side, or chose to ignore it, keeping his gaze fixed ahead. Clenching her fists, she spoke; "Salthar. I think we should speak." When he kept silent, she continued. "I have many questions, but let's start with this- why did you execute that scout so quickly? There was more he could have told us. Surely the Thalmor taught ways of extracting information from your prisoners?" She lowered her voice at this last part, not wanting the others to be reminded of her Thalmor past.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Despite some initial protests, the group made good progress away from Riften. Shadari seemed one of the few actually eager to reach Windhelm. He knew why. He'd heard her and the others speaking about this 'Blackstone.' According to reports from his agents, he was a dangerous sorcerer, not to be underestimated. Salthar was confident in his ability to defeat him, if the mage should confront him. However, Shadari seemed determined to face him on her own. He wouldn't interfere, so long as her vendetta didn't jeopardize the mission.

    Aliah made her way to his side as they moved. He could tell she wasn't impressed with his recent decisions. She kept her voice low, as to avoid drawing the attention of the others. The first issue she brought up was his execution of the Brotherhood scout. A smile tugged at his lips. "There was no more he could tell me." Ever since Ulfric had won the war, the Covens' agents had been documenting the Stormcloaks movements. With the rise of the Brotherhood, the Coven's non-Nord members had been forced out of the north, but those vampires with Nordic blood had remained, reporting back to the Coven. But Salthar wasn't about to mention that to his travelling companions. "I assure you, should I learn something that you or the others need to know, I will speak of it." He said, his tone cool, and with just a hint of dismissiveness.
     

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