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    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kiv glances behind herself. "The guy who sent me after you seemed rather anxious to see you free'd. Mentioned something about the Flames. What was he going on about?" She innocently asks, wanting to get to know this young Nordguard better.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    As Kiv spoke up, the bandit looked over, and smiled playfully. "Aw, they do care!" she remarked, lightly laughing. "Well... I may not be in a large guild or whatnot, but I am the leader of a notorious group of bandits called The Flames. We are all a bunch of rouges and misfits who I ended up gathering up from around Skyrim to make our own family. We may be dysfunctional at times, but we are eternally loyal to one another." the Rednord explained, winking afterward.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "Bandits with some semblance of honor and loyalty That's something I'd love to observe. Most bandit clans, after all, are only a few notches above feral wolfpacks. No honor or loyalty whatsoever. Perhaps when this trip is done I could meet the rest of your family." Kiv seems pleasantly surprised by the revelation, as she was tired of the humdrum wild 'kill or be killed' nonsense that was in most bandit clans.

    "Loyalty eh? What kind of prey do you stalk? Merchants, caravans, travellers...?"
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Ryder and Tobias walked side by side, watching Rialas as they walked. While niether of the two expected him to collapse, they weren't exactly well versed in medicine.

    All three were bundled up, with Ryder and Tobias wearing the full-face hoods of the Nightingales, and Rialas with a scarf wrapped up to his eyes in addition to the Thieves guild armor he changed into.

    White-Wolf on the other hand, trudged behind the group silently. He hated walking through deep snow, but he was accustomed to the freezing air.

    He pulled in a long breath, watching as a cloud of his own breath floated through the air, mingling with the hundreds of flakes swirling about his face.

    Ah, how it reminded him of flying. His breath floating through the air as flakes of snow tickled his face. The rush of cold air playing at his ears with a savage growl. And the smell! The intoxicating scent of snow-capped pine trees as he wheeled about overhead, tracking deer as they scampered through the frozen landscape. Wolf was ripped from the pleasant memory as a rogue root caught his foot and sent him plummeting to the snow.

    He regained his footing with an annoyed growl, brushing the snow from his body. What use were wings if one couldn't fly? He was bound to the Earth like any other Argonian of Tamriel.

    White-Wolf sighed, trying to shake the thought from his head. A somber feeling hung over the dragon as he walked, one that no matter how hard he tried to shake. He couldn't.

    Rialas walked silently among the group, baffled by the fact that he could again walk. Those healers must have been quite skilled, he thought idly.

    His body still ached, but the blistering cold dulled the pain ever so slightly, narrowly sharpening his focus. He would need every advantage he could get in the coming battle. He was wounded. Badly.

    Rialas tried to shake the uncomfortable brush of dread from his shoulders, but it remained no matter how many times he mulled over the plan and assured himself that the plan was foolproof.

    A similar feeling had settled upon Wolf, Ryder, and Tobias. The four hybrids suddenly drowning in doubt. Had they rehearsed the plan enough? Were they skilled enough to pull off such a complex plan?

    What happened if they were not?
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kaz, however, had a more jovial tone to his body movements. He was about to pillage and plunder a Thalmor camp! Today could not bring any better news! He had no worries about his plan, as this was a tactic he had done time and again even to Thalmor ships.

    Kiv seems rather calm herself, though wether she was actually calm or just acting was another question entirely. Either way, her focus was on this mission, and it was gonna be FUN.

    Lazzie quickly catches up to Wolf, having fallen behind a bit in the snow. She never fared well in the snow, which results in her snuggling up to Wolf for comfort and warmth.

    Falion's thoughts were on what he was about to do. Oddly enough he had no regrets or apprehension about this. He had suffered brutally at their hands, like the prisoners had, and it was about time for revenge.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Wolf gave a light smile as Lazzie snuggled up to him. He hugged her as they walked along, wrapping a wing around her.

    I guess these are good for some things.

    The smile, however, was forced. Even though he always enjoyed her company, Wolf just couldn't bring himself to get over the doubt he had festering in his mind. It was as if his own mind was taunting him, just waiting for him to make a mistake.

    It just felt like something terrible was about to happen. The uneasy gut feeling before everything goes off the deep end.
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    A smile formed on the Rednord's face. "Ha... I am sure you could meet them! We usually target anyone who gets in the way... or stumbles upon us... or targets us... but we tend to stay away from innocents. Because we mostly attack at night, it is easy for us to head into town and not be noticed as long as we are wearing a disguise of some sort." she spoke, grinning.

    "But it's a big family to feed, and times like this... well, we have to take charge. But whenever we are in town, I make sure we aren't too... aggressive. Again, we are a bunch rouges so prissy rule followers tend to rub us the wrong way." she spoke, nodding her head.

    "So I hear about your affiliation with the Dark Brotherhood... that sounds like fun!" she beamed.

    The chilly wind was taking its toll on the mage. The Altmer would use her fire spell to warm herself, but feared the light would draw attention to her. Eilonwy had to keep reminding herself that it was for a good cause, and everything would be fine. As she continued walking, she slipped on an icy stone. Luckily, she was able to catch herself. She continued walking, her heart racing. "Damn..." she muttered.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "Oh yes. I lead them, and can hear the Night Mother herself. How I joined them is a fun story, there was this child in Windhelm named Aventus Aretino. He was trying to summon the Brotherhood, who at the time had no Listener, and through hearsay I caught wind of it. So I sneak in the kid's house and find out he wants this horrendous old hag dead called Grelod the Kind, who ran Honorhall Orphanage in Riften. I decided to do the kid a favor and kill the ol' hag. Get a letter next day with just a handprint and the words 'We Know' on it. Didn't think much of it till I fell asleep in an Inn and woke up in this abandoned shack with their then-leader Astrid."
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    "Wow..." Rayyia spoke, genuinely impressed with the woman. "That's very impressive Kivuli!" she praised, her eyes wider in amazement. "Hey - perhaps you can meet The Flames family and I'll meet your Dark Brotherhood family?" she suggested in a joking tone, while she was still very serious.

    It would be great to expand alliances. Plus, neither group is completely against murder and all of them have made sins. This would mean trust would go farther! She would have to be cautious though, as she would need to make sure she could trust them before any alliances are made, and vise versa.

    Poor, cold Eilonwy. Alone and stressed from the constant alertness. She was growing to regret the choice, yet continued to follow the group. It was so dark and cold, she felt like she was in her barren world of shadows that lurked beside her. She was never fond of the dark, and it made her uncomfortable that she couldn't even produce the smallest mage light to make her comfortable. In fact, it was a fear of hers; the paranoia that something could be following her within the depths of darkness... lurking... about to strike... In honesty, she wanted to cry. She loved the dark; just not the complete darkness she was almost facing in the snowy night.

    At one point she had to silently fight a skeever. It scared her when it first jumped out at her and she had to cover her mouth in order to stay silent. She couldn't use her magic, as it was bright. She quickly stabbed it with her sword, wincing as it squeaked. She just hoped it either couldn't be heard, or the group would pass it off as another animal killing the skeever.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "Interesting proposition. I'll consider it, though I hope you realize that alliance or not we will honor a contract. Even if it's targeting a member of your Clan."

    Kaz glances around, hearing the squeak. Something killed a skeever...
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    "That is true..." Rayyia spoke, now disliking the idea of such a meeting. "Well, for now, you are welcome to meet The Flames." she spoke, a grin on her face. She sighed once again, shivering a bit from the chilly wind.

    Hoping to the divines was all the mage had left that no one heard the skeever's squeak. She slowly removed the sword, sheathing it away and quietly walking once more. She couldn't risk getting caught by the group... she would be ashamed of herself. Although, they would be unable to stop her anyways... at least she hoped. Again, with the hope.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    As Ryder walked, he could hear the others making conversation amongst themselves, but he quickly tuned them out. He wasn't in the mood to talk right now. He inspected his gear again, making sure his daggers wouldn't catch in their scabbards from the cold.

    A full assault on the Thalmor was a daring move. He just hoped they weren't making a massive mistake.

    He could see why Kivuli and most of the others had so quickly agreed to take up arms. But from an outsider's perspective the risks seemed to heavily outwiegh the rewards.

    Ryder knew Nocturnal guarded his back, influencing his luck through the tiniest of acts, but it gave him little solace. After the battle - assuming they survived - it would only be a matter of time before the Thalmor retaliated, and the storm they would bring was powerful enough to challenge the Legion.

    He desperately hoped stirring up that storm wasn't an act of suicide.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Ryder shrugged indifferently,

    "I just hope this isn't a terrible idea. Openly battling anyone is dicey enough, regardless of who they are. Yet here we are, about to attack a fortified Thalmor outpost with a random group of less than ten people that couldn't go five minutes without nearly coming to blows. Then you throw in the fact that we're doing this with a half-assed last-second plan that I'm sure most of us have not practiced.

    And let's not forget that the Thalmor kicked the Khajiit out of Elsweyr, and stormed across Skyrim even when the Legion fought them at every step.

    Say we win this...what do we do when the Thalmor come after us? Even with the entire strength of the Guild, there is no way we could hope to stop them.

    Forgive me, but this seems more and more like an act of suicide."
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    "If plops happens, this group has permission to hide out on the ship. Even the guild members they command or serve. Seems only fair payment for their help here." Kaz shrugs. "Besides, we've done bigger hits with fewer and more disorganized men before. Compared to that, we're blessed."
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    The more Ryder continued to talk, the more Rayyia became less enthusiastic about the plan... he was right. The Thalmor would retaliate and fight once again if they were successful. Rayyia was fine with The Flames going into hiding on the ship of Kaz; but with what Kivuli said about the Dark Brotherhood, the Rednord did not want to bring her family to those who might kill them. Besides; they were a group of rouge bandits. She was sure a few of them had to be on the list.

    But again, she was still willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good; or at least, the greatest good a bandit/assassin could do. She told herself she was going to wear a balaclava to hide her identity. She made sure to remember to put it on when they were close enough.

    Eilonwy, while far off, could hear faint and broken parts of the conversation ahead; some of which, was Ryder's. She became overwhelmed with the idea of the Thalmor going after her. If they were to realize her heritage... she would be doomed! She ultimately hoped their base wasn't completely blocked off, that way she can still aid from afar and not enter the base at all. She was disappointed that the idea sounded cowardly, but she would be a fool to enter the battle completely in her condition.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Ryder sighed, "Even if we could get every member from the Guild and the Brotherhood onto the Lady Luck, what then?

    There are very few places we could go where the Thalmor are not. We are going to start a war with the Thalmor. A war we are neither equipped, nor ready to fight."
     

    Zelda

    Princess of Hyrule
    Rayyia was silent. She was still completely unsure of what was the best solution. Taking down the Thalmor would be no easy task... and the likelyhood of her small group being successful was low. Then again, she did not know them well enough to completely rationalize what the outcomes would be. She was, however, very against the idea of being known by the Thalmor. Having a big target on her did not worry her; but the fact that the big target on her would endanger her group of bandits, did worry her. Despite her worry, she was a very courageous woman, and knew that the defeat of the Thalmor would be a great feat.

    Eilonwy on the other hand, was still contemplating whether or not to leave or still follow. There were both positives and negative to each choice, where they ultimately evened out. She was already weak and freezing, could not do much in battle due to her state, and could jeopardize the mission if she makes any mistakes. Then again, the Thalmor are magic-heavy, she knows how they run things, and despite her condition lowering her ability to fight, she can still do distance attacks and heal the group. Because they were already so close, there would be no reason to turn back.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    A tall Breton sat in the Bannered Mare, enjoying a meal of fish and spiced wine, his dark jade eyes silently watching the other patrons as they went about their buisness. The Breton was athletic, tan and sported short dark hair and a heavy scar on his face. His features were difficult to make out however, as the hood from his shoulder cloak masked his face in shadows.

    The man was relaxing after collecting a massive sum of money from his last contract. The reward was supposed to have been split amongst five people, but four of those five "accidentally" perished inside an ancient Nordic tomb.

    It was so easy, the Breton thought. All he had do to was shove one into the incoming battleaxe of a dragur and the rest sorted itself out. Two of the fools had perished in a simple poisoned arrow trap. The last one simply died of his own arrogance. The foolish mage was so certain of his answer to the ancient puzzle door that he didn't even notice when the Breton man spun one of the circles while the man bragged about his genius to his comrades.

    Just like that, the Breton man claimed nearly half a million septims. The Companions sure paid a hell of a lot just to get a simple shard of an old axe. The Breton took another swig of his wine as a woman frantically burst into the room, her hair caked in dirt and her face slicked in sweat. The Breton rolled his eyes and returned to his meal, but the woman soon appeared inches from his face.

    "Are you the man they call Raven?" She asked between ragged breaths. The Breton pushed the woman back until she was an arms reach from his table.

    "First off, back the hell up, I'm trying to enjoy a meal without your foul stench. Secondly, who the hell wants to know?" The woman paused, taken aback by the rude man, but she quickly regained her composure.

    "Please, you have to help..." the woman was abruptly cut short by the man,

    "I really don't have to help you," The man said, with a grunt.

    "Please, my son and I were attacked by vampires!"


    "And you left him? Pathetic."

    "No! Please, they've taken my son to a redoubt not far from here."


    "Why the hell should I care?"

    The woman drew a surprised breath, "Because my sonis about to be killed by vampires! Please I need your help to get him back!"

    The Breton sighed impatiently, "Again, why the hell should I care?"

    Another man stormed up to the Breton's table, slamming his hand down, "You should care because this woman is pleading for your help!"

    "No. She's really not. She hasn't offered me anything." The man, a hefty Nord, made to grab the Breton, but he kicked the table over and sent the Nord reeling. The Nord threw the table off, but recieved a crushing roundhouse kick squarely in the jaw.

    The Nord struggled to his feet, spouting a string of profanity as he did so. The Breton shattered a chair over the man's head, slamming the bloodied Nord back to the ground. The Breton snatched a fork from another table and jammed it into the Nord's hand, nailing it to the ground. The man yelled in agony, but the Breton kicked the man in the face and drew his sword, holding it at the man's throat.

    "Don't get up," he sneered. The Breton turned back to the hysteric woman, who offered up a sizeable coin purse at his approach.

    The Breton laughed, "You know, this could have been so much simpler if you had done that earlier." The Breton sighed, taking the money, "Such a waste of good food."

    "Are you Raven?" The woman repeated.

    "I thought I made that clear," the man said.

    Raven followed the woman to a cave about three miles from Whiterun, quickly killing the four Necromancers - the stupid wench thought they were vampires - and saving the cowering boy. It wasn't anywhere near as fruitful a job as the last, but the Necromancers had a few valuable trinkets that earned Raven a few more septims when he returned to Whiterun.

    As he exited Belethor's sad excuse for a shop, Raven was stopped by a guard.

    "Word is that you assaulted a man inside the Bannered Mare and damaged some property."

    "Yea, why the hell do you care?"

    "Because you owe 200 septims to the Inn-Keeper."

    Raven shoved past the guard waving him off, "Get it from the damn fool who started the fight."

    The guard scoffed, drawing his sword, "We can do this one of two ways. You can pay up, or I can beat it out of you."

    "You best put that sword away."

    The guard stepped closer, "Last chance."

    Raven sighed tossing the money at the guard, "Fine. Take your damn coins and get the hell out of my face."

    Raven strode away from the guard, making for the Drunken Huntsman.
     

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