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    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    Ysarth Wildborne looked past the female Blade's blank expression of deep thought and shared the same irritation with the many visages gathered behind her. Even the near hidden face of the Khajiit with the hood depicted a calm laced with irritation - all either from the amount of time it had taken he and Emric to rejoin them or the wasting anticipation for battle.
    'Fine - I suppose I could expect such a suggestion from a high elf. Bloodthirsty, powerhungry bastards.' Allerya trailed off, causing Ysarth to manage a quick smile that masked the seething rage of such a comment deep under his skin. The scar began to itch and his body became tensed all over, and with it, the need for use of his hidden dagger.
    The Blade began dispersing the group into places, separating the group of Khajiits, namely the hooded one that guarded the female mage, with the Khajiit that looked encumbered with the weights of the world and the two companion Kahjiits, one named Kivuli, behind a rock formation that, with a small jump, would land them just behind the dead fireplace. Ysarth, the Breton mage and the spellsword were ushered down the path but close enough that enabled them a short a sprint to land them ontop of the cage entrance, although Ysarth doubted any sprinting would happen as the scree was littered with flat, sharp stones that would present themselves as a challenge for anyone looking to gain a foothold at a fast pace - why had she done that?
    As he made his way to his postion, accompanied by his two magicka-user compatriots, he found Emric placed with the Ebony knight within bow-shot of the entrance to the cave and Casamir alongside the Blade opposite the drop-off where the Khajiits were placed.

    'This is going to be a problem.' Ysarth gestured at the bed of flat stones to the Nord spellsword, Viarco, before sweeping away stones off the path, pathing a good surface to run up. 'Looks like we are the cavalry if it's needed. The Khajiits will be doing most of the work.' And the Altmer drew his greatsword and kissed the tip before crouching down as the sun did the same below the horizon.
    It wasn't long before Ysarth caught the yielding gesture of the Blade's hand where she stood, and after moments shuffle near the cave entrance, gave the sign to the Khajiits.
    Then there was shouting, something he had not anticipated, and saw Allerya jump down with Casamir in tow.

    'That's us - let's get stuck in.' And he managed a grin at the Breton mage before sprinting up, bringing his greatsword to bear, sprinting up the path, loosing his footing a few times.
    There was not meant to be any screaming or shouting - the Khajiits were meant to dispatch the bandits that exited in silence
    Ysarth finally reached the group at the entrance with the Blade cursing at the one Khajiit, surrounded by no more than three bandits. One slumped down peacefully on the ground and two sprawled about in odd positions.
    Suddenly, Allerya backhanded the mangy Khajiit and stormed inside the cave after throwing a poisonous look of dissatisfaction around the group.
    Ysarth approached Emric as he and the Black knight climbed down and joined the others, following the Mage and her Khajiiti partner along with Viarco and Casamir into the cave after the Blade.

    'She is making quite a name for herself and her order. What happened?' And the high elf gestured at the Khajiit that stood, caressing his cheek in shock and rage.

    Allerya regarded the suggestion by the high elf - ambush. She scanned their surroundings and found ample spaces for vantage points. They might be outnumbered inside, but out here, they would dictate the tempo of battle.
    'Fine - I suppose I could expect such a suggestion from a high elf. Bloodthirsty, powerhungry bastards.'
    She was irritated that she had not thought of the idea - being seasoned in both guerilla tactics and open warfare, it was expected of her to lead as the tactician, and now she had a Dominion supporter taking over her niche.
    Now, more irritated, she sent both the Altmer and the mage, both of whom she was happy to see the back off even though she knew they were the most valuable to the group, down the path in the hopes they would not see any action. In fact, she was counting on the four Khajiits whom she had joined up and the hunter to take down the bandits that would congregate around the fire. She wanted the warrior in Ebony armour far away as well and found a suited spot next to the hunter.
    'In case the bandits get smart', she had told him. She sided herself with Casamir and could not bring herself to synthesize conversation further than a nod of acknowledgement.
    Before long, as the sunlight weaned away, three bandits strolled out casually, in no apparent urgency in their positions as watchmen. Allerya waited as the three became more lax about their now-lit fireplace before signalling to the high elf to stay where he was.
    When two of the bandits sat down, she pointed to the hooded Khajiit, Rahd, and watched the four cat-like bipeds jump down in silence and sneak up on the hapless bandits.
    Then there was chaos. She had not seen what as she was watching the group the Altmer was in when something had happened amongst the Khajiits and bandits, but soon the situation corrected itself and three bodies the result thereof.
    Allerya's hardened face became extenuated with a sour scowl and started towards the Kahjiits and found the culprit immediately - Alla-Amir, the stranger, standing with his head bowed in shame.
    She found instant regret in the satisfaction of slapping the creature. She hated having to mistreat anyone, as she had been many times before, but the action seemed instantaneous.
    Regarding her own shame of having done so, she hid the disappointment that had no doubt now stricken her face and stormed inside Cold Rock Pass

    That one is going to come back around, she regarded in thought.

    Alla'Amir was pleased to be with its friends, the four of which stood waiting for the signal of the mad Nord woman. It watched the scarier one like it in the hood, the strange peaceful state it held itself. It knew the other one was a killer, like itself, but probably a more skilled one.
    There - Alla'Amir watched as the Nord human signalled to it and the others like itself to go. Below, sat foolish bandits making warm habits around a fire, and Alla'Amir jumped down just behind the group of bandit humans. All three were still unaware of any of its presence or the others like it. It found one it liked - a dark-headed man, lacking armour to protect its back, and in excitement, Alla'Amir drew his blade.
    But it willed itself out of Alla'Amir's hand, and it watched as the shiny piece of streamlined steel flicked into the air and rebounded off the poor attempt of it grabbing the blade and land with a sharp twang to the ground.
    The bandit, which was standing, turned about to look Alla'Amir in the eyes.
    The mangy Khajiit slumped to the ground and began to burst into hysterical laughter:

    'This one jests - it is not here to kill you. This one was showing juggling tricks to its others like it, whom it accompanies!'
    Alla'Amir watched as the bandit's eyes widened as it regarded the group of Khajiit warriors that surrounded them, and before it could bring itself to bear, Alla'Amir drawing his second dagger of choice, slide the shiny bearer of death under the arm and ribs of the bandit and watched the life wane from its eyes.
    But then the other two were up and bellowing, weapons drawn, one of which almost found Alla'Amir's head. Soon, quick action by the three like itself brought the other bandits to a sudden halt.
    It hated it had made a mistake, not that it was its fault - a dagger has a mind of its own, yes.
    It watched as the rest of the group approached and the Nord woman with the giant blade walked up to the group of Khajiiti. Alla'Amir realised too late that it was showing shame before a sharp pain shot out from its cheek and recoiled from the impact - the Nord had been disappointed, but how can it treat this one so?
    It did not like her much more now, much more so than before, and wished to return the favour.
    Alla'Amir found itself standing alone and plucked up its courage along with its fallen dagger before entering Cold Rock Pass.
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Haskors' expression soured behind his helm as the Nord woman laid out the plan. The four Khajiit were to remove any sentries quietly and quickly, a good plan. But, it meant that casualties taken by his 'companions' would be limited, if any. It was a little too efficient, for his liking. But, he had to maintain his charade of cooperativeness, and so he went and stood where the Nord woman sent him. A few moments later, about when the Khajiit should have been in position, screams and the sound of fighting broke out.

    His grim mood broken, the mercenary broke into a jog, approaching their position. What he saw was the Blade striking one of the khajiit, evidently displeased by their failure. The others were already making their way into cold rock pass, and he followed, briefly brushing shoulders with the Khajiit, whos eyes were blazing with shock and anger. "So are we to stumble blindly along, or do you have an actual plan?" He called mockingly, not caring if the bandits heard him. A fight would prove perfect distraction for him to remove some of the group, and come that much closer to fulfilling his contract.

    Until then, he would play the part of loyal, (for a mercenary), companion. He knew several of them the Blade and mage among them, already suspected that he wasn't exactly what he claimed to be. If he could eliminate, or arrange for them to be eliminated, he could slowly build the groups trust of him, until it was the ideal moment to strike.
     
    As night began to fall and the group continued to its journey Rahd became more alert. His vision easily adjusted to the crawling departure of the sun. At this point with the number of khajiits in the group there was an advantage against other creatures of the night that might want to sneak up on them. Although Rahd wasn’t sure if he should be more concerned with the creatures outside the group or those within. The further they journeyed on the mountainside the more apparent the change of temperature became. Snow didn’t bother him as it shouldn’t bother any person that lived in Skyrim. He kept glancing back towards Cosset making sure to assist with any steep Cliffside or obstacles while climbing. He made sure to they remained side by side as they continued toward Cold Creek Pass.

    It was when the group arrived at the cave that he brought his focus back to the other members of the group. He still disliked travelling in groups and certainly disliked being in this proximity of all of them at once. His ears rose up underneath his hood and he couldn’t help but smile when the high elf suggested an ambush however it was quickly replaced with a frown when the blade began to separate the group. His eyes slightly narrowed at the blade when she grouped all four of the khajiits together. He didn’t like this plan one bit even if it made sense in her mind to group the thieves together however his skills varied from the others and he certainly didn’t like being separated from Cosset. He decided since the blade moved away to prepare any sort of argument would be pointless and he turned and glanced towards Cosset, “ I don’t like this but I see no point of trying to even communicate with these people. I’ll be sure to be alert as I know you will be.”

    Walking to the appropriate spot where he was hidden behind the rock formation Rahd waited and focused on the scene below him as three bandits gathered around the fire. He honestly believed he could have killed all three on his own but perhaps Allerya doubted that two or three could handle it. He supposed it was better to be safe than sorry. Once Rahd was given the signal the group proceeded forward quietly on the three targets. He withdrew one of his swords as he became within striking distance but the sound of clattering made his ears twitch and lower. He didn’t waste the opportunity the grab the bandit and his sharp blade effortlessly cut through the skin and tissue of the bandit’s throat. His sword was ready to strike the other but they were dispatched quickly by the other khajiits.

    Wiping the blood of his sword on the lifeless body below him he stood up and sheathed his weapon. He watched curiously as Allerya approached the group with a sense of determination. Alla’amir wasn’t prepared as the blade slapped him across the face. Rahd almost felt sympathy for the other khajit however mistakes like that could cost someone his or her life. He glanced at the passing ebony knight and was thankful for the hood that he hid behind as surely the knight might have seen him sneer. He didn’t like the knight but it was the blades choice to have him foolishly accompany the party. If the knight intended to hurt someone he could care less but if he got near Cossett he would have no issue in taking matters into his own hands. Rahd crossed his arms and immediately focused back towards the direction of the entrance and waited for his friend.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli silently obeyed, already irritated with how she and the other Khajiiti like herself were isolated from the rest of the group. That Nordic wench was just digging herself in a deeper hole with this archer. When the signal was given, Kiv pulled out her bow and aimed low after leaping down to a lower part of the cave's roof and immediately pegged one of the bandits who had almost hit Alla'amir right through the temples. She smiled slightly at her quick handiwork, retrieving the arrow from that bandit's skull, and any meager coins he carried, as the Blade woman stormed over to her group. "Well, what is the problem now?" She growled to the wench right before Allerya slapped Alla'amir right across the face for an honest mistake. That left Kiv staring after her in surprise...which quickly changes to anger. Good leaders did not need violence to teach their charges. Kiv walked next to Alla'amir and placed a hand on his shoulder. "This one still okay?"

    Lazzie sighs heavily, not seeing any point in her following the stealth group as her skills were strictly blacksmithing and healer based. And was in full Orcish armor. With a huff the Khasimer just plunks herself down at the rock while her fellow Khajiiti leaped down into the fray, not bothering to give them all away in some foolish attempt to sneak in her armor. She finally hops off the rock once Allerya started stampeding towards Alla'amir, and gives the Blade an annoyed glare for slapping the poor furball. Snap of the fingers, and any bruising left behind by the slap is healed for Alla'amir,
     
    It took the scouts some time to return, and when the did they spoke quietly with Allerya. She quickly divided the group into different positions to set up ambush for whatever nightwatchmen were stuck with guarding the entrance that night. Assigning the Khajiits to the wet work was a smart move. If any were to be able to quietly dispatch the first of the bandits without raising an alarm it would be them, the most agile of the group. Although the hulking half-orc looked out of place in her full armor. He was assigned to Allerya’s side, and followed her to a concealed spot with a good view of the cave mouth. He knelt next to her, and returned a nod of acknowlegement. She seemed uninterested in conversation, so he returned her silence. Together they watched the bandits settle in around the fire.Allerya waited until they looked sufficiently unaware of their surroundings, then waved a signal to the Khajiits.

    To Casamir, only 20 paces away, the ensuing action was still a blur. The sound, however, reached his ears without fail. The sound of a sword unsheathing and subsequently clattering onto the rocks, and the surprised sudden-silence of the bandits.

    'This one jests - it is not here to kill you. This one was showing juggling tricks to its others like it, whom it accompanies!'

    He dropped his sword! A laugh escaped him before he could catch himself, earning him a curt and displeased look from the Blade. The remaining Khajiits swarmed the men, and the sounds of death screams and blood spraying into the dirt filled the night, ending as quickly as it began. He hopped from his hiding place to follow Allerya, and watched her strike the Khajiit responsible for the less than efficient ambush. She stormed into the mouth of the cave, and Casamir hung back a moment. Alla’ Amir, the cat that struck him as hardened and fearless, was made to seem suddenly adolescent by the look of embarrassment on his face. Casamir clapped a hand on his shoulder, still grinning from how he addressed his targets after his brief fumble.

    “Chin up brother, happens to us all."
    He glanced up to make sure Allerya was out of earshot."Pay no mind, the ice queen is likely scorned from too many lonely nights. Look close enough and you'll see the cobwebs betwixt her legs."

    He smiled amiably at the Khajiit before jogging past him to catch up with the blade. She wasn't doing much to inspire confidence in her leadership amongst the party. He doubted they would follow her orders much longer, but their mission was too important for them to disband. He predicted the party may be under new leadership soon. He thought himself more than capable of making tactical decisions, however bridging the chasms already forming amongst the fellowship's members was a tall order. The strong silence and carefully chosen words of Ysarth seemed to earn him respect, he may be in charge before long.

    He found the blade already several paces into the mouth of the cave. He approached her side but remained at a respectful distance.

    "With respect ma'am, perhaps it would be wise to leave someone near the mouth of the cave," He gestured to a concealed space behind a stalagmite, about 20 feet inside the cave, "to ambush any who come to investigate the sound. If the shouts of the guards didn’t arouse suspicion, our loud-mouthed friend in the mask certainly did."

    He wasn't sure if she had a plan yet or had lost herself in her anger, but storming too far into the cave without a plan was inadvisable.
     

    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli nods to Casamir, chuckling at his joke before chiming in on his plan. "Leaving a guard is wise, to give warning in case we are to be ambushed. I nominate the Blade lass, since she clearly can't lead properly."
     

    MB_52

    New Member
    The blade began moving the group into different places to prepare for the ambush, Emric was quite displeased when he learned he would be stationed with the mysterious warrior in ebony armor. He did his best not to make eye contact as he quickly walked to his position. Bow in hand with an arrow ready to let loose he settled into a crouch hoping for the best. After the Khajiit dispatched the bandits without any help Emric quickly returned his arrow back into his quiver and hurried towards the group near the mouth of the cave grateful to be away from the ebony warrior. Emric was just in time to see Allerya strike on of the Khajiit before storming off into the cave, Emric was untrustful of Khajiit but found his new leaders lack of restraint concerning.
    Emric smiled at Casamir's joke to the Khajiit that was hit, and nodded in agreement when he suggested a rear guard, he had been in a few expeditions that had gone bad when the leader who was to head strong thought that there was no way that anything could attack them from the rear, and he wasn't keen on making that mistake again.
    "If I may, I could leave my familiar at the entrance. He would be able to keep an eye out and if anything attacked it I would know, no matter how far we are into the cave." Emric said pulling his hood up further in an attempt to cover as much of his face as possible.
     

    kenia153

    Member
    The answer he gave was not one she was hoping for. But he was right that it was a chance worth taking, no matter the uncertainty. These were dire times.

    Konan glanced down at the map, as he began to speak again, “you know, with an ultimate end breathing down the neck of the world, I realise that the war we gather for is but a drop of blood in comparison.' Konan’s eyes settled back on his face. 'We are so busy bickering over who is the most loyal Nord that we are deafened to the announcing of our doom.'

    “Mm.” She nodded. There wasn’t much she wanted to add to that. Not in the company of a stranger, at least. This particular conflict was a touchy subject, and not one she tried to be involved with in the slightest. But she could of course agree that this new threat was of more importance.

    As devastating as the thought of dragons returning was, Konan felt the rest of the initial shock draining away. She could find comfort in knowing steps were being taken to fix this. Rather than struggling to figure out what to do, she would be able to take action.

    The nord's voice again broke the silence,
    “I think we have a role to play. And it will be a role greater than either one of us might be able to comprehend.”

    Konan faintly smirked. She liked the way he thinked. And he seemed competent, hopefully the people he represented were as well... This would be an interesting journey, to say the least.

    He gestured to the bed, 'Sleep well tonight: tomorrow we shall begin our journey. I do not sleep well in the company of strangers,' He looked up at her: 'I'll be right here.' The man patted his chair and gave a smile. Konan appreciated this man's attitude. She had seen much worse in employers, and was grateful for one less headache.

    Konan didn’t believe she would sleep soundly either, with all this on her mind. Looking towards the bed, she wasn’t about to turn down a free place to sleep.

    Stepping away from the hearth she removed her cloak and set it over a chair. She flopped down on the bed, keeping her axe close by her side. She’d prefer to have her shield with her as well, but it among other belongings was left with her horse.

    Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling beams, wondering how safe they were here. As she closed her eyes, Konan could only hope her new companion was not being tracked down.
     

    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
    Staff member
    She had, had it with the buffoonery and the lack of overall planning that had already taken place. She had listened with disbelief as the Blade attempted to herd them into groups, placing them as she may to attack a mere three bandits. She doubted that there was one amongst them that could not have single handily removed those inconveniences from the entrance of the cave with more grace and efficiency than a whole group stampeding towards them. She was having none of it, she would not take part in this fool's errand.

    As the rest of them all raged towards the targets Cosset stood in place with her arms firmly crossed. She was surprised that there had not been a single character to trip over the feet of their comrade. What horrible planning she thought to herself with one brow raised and she paid careful attention to her friend. As the whole ordeal came to a close she made her way to the rest of the group, defiance in her step and pride in her eyes.

    "This is not meant to be a slight on the participants but what a laughable ploy." The words fell casually, though the challenge was ever in her eyes.

    For the sake of the group and for her own satisfaction Cosset would look for the blades death in this cave. If they did not shake her leadership and begin to more loudly question her decisions the other would perish under her command. It would be a waste of life and would, according to the untrustworthy words of the woman, lead to the death of all. Despite her general lack of appreciation for the common mind she enjoyed the world around her and had no wish for it to be thrown into chaos.

    Slithering closer to her khajiit friend she prepared to speak, ensuring the blade could not hear her but uncaring if the others caught her meaning. Her eyes remained on the woman, her lips parting softly heavy with words unspoken. Perfectly she matched their pace, though her own gate retained its clear distinctions.

    "You warned me about what may have already been in the cave, let me warn you about the one leading us into it. Show caution when following her, she claims to be a blade but shows none of the professional conduct nor tactical knowledge that one of her claimed backgrounds should."
    She hissed as she spoke her final words "Take heed."

    She did not trust the blade woman, she was first on her list though the newest recruit followed at a close second. It would be important once the leadership changed to impress the need for caution when handling him. In fact, there was only one of the others she trusted, and he walked beside her. She cursed this cave, and more so still the situation that had forced them all together.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    Maderion Huntersperch's eyes snapped open to the sound of a scream and the booming of refined altmer voices. He knew immediately who it was and their intentions and the old imagined a handful of altmers in full Aldmeri Dominion attire standing in the tavern.
    'You're lying!'
    There was a scuffle followed by another shout of fear.
    'Now, I am going to ask again: have you seen a hooded man pass through here? He is a wanted criminal charged with treason against the Empire. Answer...carefully...'
    The innkeep spluttered: 'M'lord there are so...so many patrons who come through here. It is hard to remember them all and who am I to ask who they if they don't want their faces seen?'
    A thud followed by a crashing sound rang out from the tavern below.
    'If any of you know of such a man, I urge you to report to the Imperial barracks outside the city immediately. If you do this, you will be...rewarded. However, if you are found to be withholding any information about this criminal then I will say your death is no further from you than I.'
    A procession of footsteps sounded out of the tavern leaving a sickly silence in their wake.
    Maderion looked across the room to find Konan awake, undoubtedly. He beckoned to her before retrieving the few belongings he had in his knapsack and lead the Redguard down the stairs into the trap of onlookers that stared at the old Nord in warning.
    Maderion did not make any eye contact as he motioned towards the incapacitated inkeep and handed him a bag of septims:
    'I am truly sorry.'
    The Nord scribe lead the Konan out of the tavern into the early morning light, away from the prying eyes, and slipped the two of them down a narrow passageway to the inner wall of the city and towards the gate. Luckily for them, the guards had not changed shifts yet and the one at the gate was near toppling over in fatigue. The Imperial let them out casually with a farewell and the two travelers, one warrior and one not-so-much, walked out into the open wilderness.
    He pointed to the designated spot on the map as the markings began to fade from the cold:
    'This is where we travel to.'
    With the parchment returned to its blank visage, Maderion walked briskly side by side with Konan.
    'I do not know what the Thalmor's involvement in all of this is, but I do not like it. If they are searching for me, then our journey is going to be a lot more difficult than I thought initially...are you ready?' Maderion dared a quick grin and a look of question.
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    The dripping of water down a small ledge in the cave irritated the peace and tranquility Allerya found within her own withdrawal into herself, absorbed in the justification and reviews thereof of slapping the Khajiit. Impulsive, yes, but right? Absolutely. She was surrounded by swords for hire, assassins, thieves, fools and know-it-all's and as far as she was concerned, she was the only honourable warrior amongst them. Save for Casamir - he was a fool but an innocent one, locked away safely in ignorance. The impulsive act, she regarded, had been out of frustration that birthed from being denied to having started this quest years ago instead of now in the final hour.
    'We're too late...' she whispered to herself, unaware that she had voiced her thought aloud.
    She stalked in silence, at the head of the group, now paying more attention to the opinions of those that she lead:

    'With respect ma'am, perhaps it would be wise to leave someone near the mouth of the cave, to ambush any who come to investigate the sound. If the shouts of the guards didn’t arouse suspicion, our loud-mouthed friend in the mask certainly did.' She watched Casamir point out a place just before the cave entrance.
    'If I may, I could leave my familiar at the entrance. He would be able to keep an eye out and if anything attacked it I would know, no matter how far we are into the cave.' Allerya watched Emric pull over his hood as he mouthed his suggestion.
    Again, self-righteous as she knew herself to be, Allerya stormed up between them and glanced them both one after the other with deathly glacial eyes and almost made her authority known. A sudden calmness dulled her agitation and she answered coolly: 'Fine. Leave your familiar. I don't know how many swords we are going to need here and I would rather have as many as possible at our disposal.'
    What in Talos' name was that?

    Allerya walked away crippled by a new feeling that befell her in the moment of her anger's uprising that had lead to clear observation. Even the comment by the Khajiit about her bad leadership skills rebounded off of her injured integrity as the young Nord woman attempted feebly to find where this new feeling had come from.
    But she lead them on, she had to, regardless of what they thought of her, and soon they approached a ramp carved out of the rock that lead down in a dogleg fashion into a passageway lit by glowing mushrooms and orchestrated by voices: cheery voices laced with alcohol.

    'Quiet now: we are close.' Allerya whispered as she raised her hand behind her and gestured for them to move in a crouched position.
    She stalked her way through the passage, pressing her katanna tightly against her hip ensuring the scabbard would not smack against the rock during her movement and alert the bandits to their presence.
    Soon, the warm light of a fire crept up onto them as she rounded a bend into an open area:
    in the far right corner was a wooden platform with three bandits about a table beside a weapon rack with another heavly armoured bandit standing a distance away watching the three refill their mead horns. Around the fire, lay five more, two of which were awake with one of them with his back turned to the entrance and hands facing the fire in an attempt to get warm. Lastly, a bandit with a silver circlet sat far off in the left corner at a table, and by his left hand lay a stand with a very familiar item atop: The horn of Jurgen Windcaller.
    No sooner had Allerya pointed out the item to the group right behind her, had an elf in full Thalmor robes trailed by a dark elf mage enter through a passageway on the other side of the room and approach the bandit sitting at the table alone.

    What?!
    'O, this one thinks this might be a bad idea if one wants to live to their life expectancy.'
    She agreed with the whisper from behind, funnily enough.

    Alla'Amir was the last to enter the cave after the high elf and generous one like itself. It was cold, but it had become used to the icy lick of the north of this land and walked freely, arms hanging at its sides.
    The Khajiit watched the black demon-warrior: monstrosity. It did not like the uncertainty that blew with the cold breezes from the knight, and rightly so, as Alla'Amir knew when death followed people. It had known how to see such things when it was a whelp.

    "If I may, I could leave my familiar at the entrance. He would be able to keep an eye out and if anything attacked it I would know, no matter how far we are into the cave."
    Familiar? Alla'Amir was not certain about what the one named Emric wanted to leave at the cave entrance, but it sounded useful, so it nodded in ignorant agreement wanted to not feel left out and re-acknowledged by the group of warriors.
    It followed all of them, until strange blue lights could be seen, and Alla'Amir bumped the arm of the high elf accidently trying to stand and see what could be making such a queer glow. The Altmer returned a look of indifference and smile.

    'This one is sincerely apologetic for its clumsiness.'
    And as they halted and watched the two mages join a room full of bandits, Alla'Amir drew both of his blades silently, that not even the sliding of steel on leather could be heard:
    'O, this one thinks this might be a bad idea if one wants to live to their life expectancy.' It licked its chops: 'But what fun.'
     

    kenia153

    Member
    Unsurprisingly, Konan's eyes flew open to the sound of trouble. Jumping out of bed, she threw on her cloak and grabbed her axe in a heartbeat. Cursing under her breath, she followed the also awakened nord. She made sure she stuck close and had her axe out and ready. The description she heard those altmer give out sounded similar to that of her companion, and set her on edge. She already had some suspicions that someone was looking for him, but the Thalmor?

    Watching him apologize to the disturbed public, she took the brief amount of given time to put her axe in it's place at her side for a moment, and loosely tie her hair back. Releasing her now bound hair, she retrieved her weapon and followed the possibly wanted man out of the tavern. They wasted no time, and after that event she had never been so relieved to leave an inn.

    Passing through the gates, she breathed in the crisp morning air. She found herself frequently glancing behind them. "I need my shield," she thought.

    "A moment," She said before quickly reclaiming her belongings from their hidden place, she easily buckled and fastened the rest on. And at last, she was able to hold her shield. It was a round, detailed ebony shield, with a boss at the center. Her circlet helm and armor were of the same material, but less intricate.

    She was originally planning on staying here longer, before she met the nord. How quickly plans could change...

    Approaching him, she looked at the map as he pointed to their destination. 'This is where we travel to,' he said as the ink faded. Some magic of some sort?"She commented in her thoughts.

    "Let's waste no time, then."
    She replied before walking at his side. As she sighed, her breath turned into fog through the cold air.

    'I do not know what the Thalmor's involvement in all of this is, but I do not like it. If they are searching for me, then our journey is going to be a lot more difficult than I thought initially...are you ready?'


    She looked towards him with focused eyes. The grin he gave took her off guard, he was oddly optimistic. But not blind. This was good.
    Her eyes relaxed and she looked back in front of them. "Yes, we are going to have a hard time if that is the case..." Konan answered while looking thoughtful. "I am ready, not sure what for, but I am ready." She nodded with a smile. "If it includes dying, then I guess I am ready for that, too." Her smile faded to be replaced by her formerly alert one. "I don't suppose you will be telling me your name now? Or a name, just something to call you. Unless you'd like me to get creative?"
     
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    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli looked back at the bandits, before casting Dead Thrall on the mage-looking one and following the group once more. She glares at Allerya's back as if willing her to spontaneously combust...and if she had specialized in the Fire magic this nordic wench very well might have. But alas, all this Khagonian had was an occasionally-groaning dead body bound until destruction to her for the time being. Ah well, the body would do as a decent shield. Bow at the ready, with its arrow pointing at the ground in case of accidental friendly fire, the Khagonian slinks along with her group, body stiffening upon noticing the two new mages.

    The Thalmor now?! By Talos above and Hircine amongst, what are they doing here?!

    Lazzie lets out an annoyed sigh upon the entrance of the two mages. She really didn't need this right now...and right now her Orcish gear was proving to be cumbersome. Back to the robe once this spat was over, for sure. She grabs hold of her beloved warhammer, just in case, while her hands were glowing a bright holy yellow. Grand Healing, in case someone got too banged up from these two.
     

    Viarco Strong-Head

    By Azura, By Azura, By AzuUURUURAUURAARA
    Donning a heavier armor such as one of iron or steel, and its subsequent jangling around as Viarco crouched behind the group in the cave, would have eliminated their element of surprise in moments, so the Nord was glad he decided to "pack light" with wearing leather armor along with his blue cloak. He was similarly thankful that that Hoskar fellow wasn't keen on working out his sword arm on any of the group; while it made for less noise now, he didn't want to see the possible downside of a lighter choice of armor entailing the likelihood of an attack breaking through more easily.

    Nevertheless, he stuck with the group as they came upon what Viarco could immediately recognize as a group of bandits; he had a fairly clear view of the situation, and he scanned around until his gaze went to the leader, and halted on...

    ...is that the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller?

    Viarco had read books on the artifact, and everything he'd read matched up exactly with the item he saw now. If they have the Horn here, I'm thinking we're certainly on the right track. He made a mental note to not sell the Bladeswoman leading their group, Allerya, not quite as short anymore; while she may have been a bit of a prude to him, she certainly seemed to know what she was doing. The Nord honestly wasn't sure if he should be comforted by this, however, or worried about where this mission of theirs would truly be taking them.

    It was the Thalmor man that led to Viarco having to stop himself from going in steel blazing. He primed himself for attacking, though, gripping the hilt of his sword and the palm of his left hand becoming a bright, fiery orange. He'd stayed quiet for most of their escapade so far, and now was no different, but he gave his comrades an expectant look; waiting for someone to form a plan of some kind so that they could start taking care of their business.
     
    Rahd walked beside Cossett as they entered through the entrance of the cave into the underground passageways. Taking in his surroundings his nose twitched and his tail swayed behind him as he focused on the rock walls that surrounded the group. His hand touched the cool stone and he focused more on the rust color and grainy texture before him. It was evident there was water flowing somewhere nearby and based upon the weathering of the stone this cave was old. Definitely not the oldest cave he had been in but it meant there were higher chances of finding some valuable ore. Perhaps he could find Orchilium ore or Quicksilver. Looking at jagged structures he did like the possibilities of exploring more of this cave before movement from the blade caught his attention. He was once again thankful for the hood because it might have been embarrassing to have been caught staring at the wall when they were walking into danger.

    He glanced over at Cossett and offered her a sheepish smile already knowing his friend more than likely noticed his actions. It had been some time since they journeyed together searching through caves and facing whatever danger lied within. Had it really been fourteen years since they met? It felt like nothing had really changed between the two of them. He often wondered if it ever bothered her that he was always trying to protect her. She had been a woman for quite a number of years now and they both found a direction to take their life. Rahd lowered his ears at the thought of separating from his friend. Perhaps he was the weak one between the two of them.

    His attention was brought back to the group halting as the blade was obviously plotting how to take care of the issue at hand. Killing the sleeping ones should be first with a ranged weapon like the one Emric held. He didn’t plan on voyaging through caves and travelling the lands so he was without a ranged weapon. There were other meat shields in the group like Haskor and Ysarth. Rahd wanted nothing more to spill blood to prove to Allerya that a khajiit could be equally if not a better swordsman than herself. As the elven thalmor and the dark elf entered the scene Rahd let out a small sigh. He could appreciate those with magical talents however fighting against them was quite annoying. A quick death to magic users and the bandits would have to occur. His hands touched the hilt of the two falchions and he let out a small growl. He disliked being the shield for some of these people but the horn was why they were here. He squeezed Cossets shoulder for a second as he realized something larger was at stake than him and he kept low as moved beside the blade. He knew Cossett would be in no danger and hopefully someone wouldn’t be foolish enough to bother her.

    “ Tell me your orders and where you want me. I can handle whomever needs to be dealt with.” Rahd was great at taking orders; honestly it was the only consistent thing in his life. He wouldn’t jeopardize the people here by rushing in trying to prove himself but he did offer his services to the woman beside him. He was willing to risk his life for this horn and he only hoped some of the others were willing to do the same. However if she grouped him with the other khajiit’s again he would make sure to have a conversation with the blade later.

    He wasn’t a thief and honestly there were several of those people within the thieves’ guild that wanted him dead. Growing up in Riften every orphan and every khajiit seemed to scouted and asked to join the thieves’ guild. He was skilled when it came to stealth but his skills with the blade were also great. It was all he knew and what he made into his life. Using weapons and creating something a warrior would wield everyday that could mean life and death. He admired design and function of weapons and finding flaws was something else he was skilled at but he also had to learn how to wield them to have a better understanding while crafting the weapon.
     

    Hlíf 'Ulfr

    Nothing but a lyre
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    Cosset let her eyes fall on the face of her Khajiit friend and though her mouth did not betray her there was a glimmer of entertainment in her eyes. She had watched as his hand slid against the stone, testing it and learning its properties as she herself would do, though probing instead with words. It had been some time since they had found each other treading upon the same stones but actions such as these, the simple rising and touch of a hand, acted like echoes of the past that left clear images blazing in her mind. Letting them fade she resumed her search, always looking for the next betrayal or hidden danger, she would not be taken off guard.

    As their first targets came into view there was a distinct lack of change in the Breton. She was not worried, nor apprehensive of the men and women before them. She had taken similar groupings with her own hands, under much more duress and so nothing stirred inside her. Perhaps more accurately the opposition did not warrant reaction, the Blade woman continued to be impressively exhausting as she left the group to whisper and gawk without direction. With time only continuing to wane she heaved a sigh and motioned for attention.

    "I haven't the desire to stand here fruitlessly unorganized and gawking at our targets any longer. " She said quietly though the words would travel the group. "I suggest we take advantage of the current lack of our acknowledgment with any ranged attacks. We may be able to take out a few of them before they are aware of our presence. Those of us who are used to bearing the brunt of the attack would do well to rush the men, creating openings for those who sneak or perform range attacks to do their work. I can't see the horn remaining in this area, however, if this cave is consistent with the majority of those in Skyrim there will be more chambers within which we will find our more sturdy targets. I'm only half surprised that these fools are daft enough to present the horn in this first room. If someone is to take off with it I will be following with Rahd at my side, and whomever else sees fit to do the same."

    She paused to let her eyes move over the faces of those assembled filled with malice and searching only for someone without understanding to push too hard against her. Likewise, she searched for some sign that the others understood, that they would follow the plan or else improve upon it. Finally, with her gaze settling on the blade, she waited for the wench to make whatever irrelevant exclamation that she felt justified to spew upon them, completely ignoring the necessity or lack thereof behind it.
     
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    Kivuli_The_Khajit

    Werewolf Queen of Skyrim
    Kivuli nods to Cossett in full agreement, aiming her bow at the one in Thalmor garb. She would take immense pleasure in snuffing him out with an arrow to the greedy brain. "Just give the word, ma'am."
     

    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    'I don't suppose you will be telling me your name now? Or a name, just something to call you. Unless you'd like me to get creative?'
    Maderion grinned childishly before shaking his head, the frayed, once golden, gray hair flung itself playfully before he laughed and answered: 'Maderion Huntersperch. But, Maderion will do just fine.'
    The old Nord lead Konan out of the city's surrounding woods and towards Eldersblood Peak. Here, he led her down the spine of the mountain until a safe path that also protected them from the icy gusts of the north presented itself. They journeyed downwards for a while then turned up sharply onto a rocky path that lead them to a cave entrance. Here, Maderion stood and stared into the abyss that looked upon them, howling with its draft that birthed from the pitch black throat. The Nord stood before the gaping hole for several minutes, peering into its void as if searching for something. Suddenly, he turned about and took Konan's hand and led her a while back down the path and took a sharp left, bringing the flat ruins of Labyrintihian into view.
    'Here we are.' He smiled at her then began the descent to the main door of the ruins which he opened with a strange ring-like object.
    Upon entering the sea of old magic that suffocated the air around them, the old Nord held up his hand with a bright white light that ignited and a purple haze materialized that began from Maderion and snaked its way down the stairs beyond.

    'After you.' He motioned with his hand, thankful that the second time visiting here would not be spent alone and that a warrior was now his safeguard - a redguard warrior, a prospect he knew he would relish later.
    The ruins were quiet, save for the rhythmic breathing of its two visitors.
    Maderion eased his way into breaking the silence:
    'There is not much left here - spirits of dead mages mostly, skeevers if you're lucky...' The elderly man trailed off: 'But you can never be too careful. How did you come to Skyrim, if I may ask? Were you looking for brutal weather patterns rather than brutal traditions?'
     

    kenia153

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    Glad to finally have something to call him, she smiled faintly and continued to walk beside him.

    Soon she found herself led up a rocky path. Konan spectated as Maderion began looking into an abyss of a cave... Tilting her head, she waited patiently. When he sharply turned around to face her she opened her mouth to question him, but was immediately interrupted by a sudden grab of the hand as he proceeded to lead her right back down the path. ...Alright then.
    After a while of walking, with a smirk she noted, he sure likes to pull me around a lot, doesn't he?
    This wasn't the first time Maderion had taken her hand like that. Not that she particularly cared. But the amount of times made it grow amusing.

    Upon arriving at their intended destination, Maderion led her to the entrance and opened it with some sort of strange object. He then raised a hand and Konan watched as he performed some of that fancy magic.
    As Konan watched a path of haze appear and wind down some ominous stairs, she felt glad Maderion came prepared.

    "After you," The nord said with a gesture of the hand. Taking in the surroundings, she stepped ahead of him and began following the haze. It was so quiet, and was seemingly empty. She was just about to ask her companion about what to expect, when he seemed to read her mind.
    'There is not much left here - spirits of dead mages mostly, skeevers if you're lucky...' He trailed off: 'But you can never be too careful. How did you come to Skyrim, if I may ask? Were you looking for brutal weather patterns rather than brutal traditions?'

    Ah. Dead mages and maybe skeevers. Didn't sound so dangerous. Still, she kept her guard up.
    Chuckling softly at the last remark about brutal weather, she started to think up an answer.

    "Mmh..." Konan didn't mind the question-- but it required her focus to answer properly. "Well," she began, her eyes still moving about the ruins. “It’s certainly not a very interesting story. Essentially, I’ve always loved seeing different places. My father, a great influence on me, especially liked Skyrim and always wanted me to see it. Eventually, I got around to it. This was after he’d passed.” Konan glanced over her shoulder as if to make sure the nord was still there. “He was a very intellectual man. Probably could tell me all about these ruins here,” she gestured to their surroundings with a small hand movement. “Anyway, later on I received word that my mother had passed on as well. And so there wasn’t much left for me in Hammerfell.” Her jaw clenched as she recalled more of her past. She wasn’t afraid of much, but if there was one thing she had to fear, it was being helpless when it came to other peoples fates. A pretty normal fear at first glance, but it was something that plagued her more than most. There was a lot she would be leaving out for the sake of not telling Maderion her life story, as well as not wanting to go back over her younger years. That wasn’t a time she was proud of. The time when her father died, to be more specific. Ugh, what a mess... Konan remembered her more violent and volatile self that almost corrupted her after her father's death, and quickly pushed it back into the past where it belonged.

    “So, I just kind of stayed put here. Now i’m less interested in being a sort of… traveling mercenary, and would really just like to find something a little more honorable than killing random people, to do before I die. Or die doing. I don't care, either way.”
    Konan chuckled and lightly slid her gloved hand along the stonework as she walked, feeling the imperfections that came with age. Out of public and after getting to know someone, she often became more talkative and open. “I’ve seen a lot of people die. Part of living, you know?" Konan shrugged her shoulders. The sad truth, but the truth nonetheless. She could tolerate the reality fairly functionally so long as she distanced herself from others.

    ...Speaking of distancing, she’d have to remind herself not to grow too attached to her new companion here. Careful, her thoughts told her...

    Her hazel eyes flickered around. "But, basically that's why i'm here. Liked to see the world, and i'm still here because, well... I don't much feel like going anywhere else. The cold is annoying, but it's a lot of work to go someplace else. Skyrim is decent enough and holds opportunity... I'm just not as inspired to travel as I once was. Fun times, though."
     
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    Ysarth the watcher

    High Elf of the Skyrim wilds
    A bead of sweat snaked its way down Allerya's cheek before plummitting to the ground, her confidence along with it - the presence of the Thalmor agent gnawed away at her resolve, and as much as the young Nord willed anger to rise up inside her, fear suffocated the effort and bore from her throat in the form of a hard swallow. She turned to look at the bunch behind her - they were far from heroes nor the stuffs of legend but they would do. They would have to.
    The Blade beckoned for the bow man to come forward:

    'Ranged attack is going to come in very handy. I want you to focus your fire on the heavily armoured bandit by the table', she whispered. 'I need you and you with me - we are going to be the meat shields.' Allerya pointed to the high elf, Ysarth and the ebony warrior in succession. Their thick armour would prove the best at taking the brunt of the counter attack and she wanted both near her so she could monitor their loyalty, especially with the other high elf in the room. Should the altmer wanderer prove to be loyal to his blood, she would remedy the impurity with swift effectiveness.
    'And you - you and your friend' this time she glared at the Breton mage and glanced at the khajiit at her side: 'You will be behind us three followed by everyone else. Your magic will lend us support. Just watch out for the back swings - katannas need lots of room.' Allerya's face wisened with satisfaction as she smiled at the Breton girl - she was beautiful, much like herself, except the other was younger and it showed in the unseemly chasms of her visage. A deadly beautiful.
    Like nightshade, she mused.
    The Blade patted the bowman on his shoulder as she readied her legs for the rush forward: the time had come for her companions to prove themselves to Skyrim.

    Ysarth Wildborn ran his fingers on the wall gently as he walked, following the line of warriors before him. Such a strange and handpicked bunch it did not do to call them warriors - most of them barely carried a formiddable weapon, but supposedly that did not matter. Magic was a far more complex weapon anyone would dare to yield - it was indeed a dagger with a blade of each end, daring to disembow you upon its own use.
    The group came to a narrow lit tunnel that gave open yet concealed view of a hollow in the ground were the bandits resided, and watched as a Thalmor Altmer and a Dunmer enter the room through an entrance on the opposite side.

    How are they involved?
    The high elf was not entirely sure that this quest was entirely as Allerya had suggested. Sure, on the table by what seemed to be the bandit chieftain sat the Horn they were searching for, but how had it come so easily? And how was it that the Dominion were here too?
    Ysarth shifted uneasily and caught the glance of the Khajiit that followed the female mage:

    'I don't like this.' He admitted openly in whisper to the feline biped. It was too easy and too involved - first try and they find the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller which happens to be in the hands of bandits under a Thalmor mage.
    He watched on as the Blade took control of their advantage of surprise, bringing Emric to the fore and allying herself with he and the black Knight that had almost given away their position earlier. She was tactful, he gave her as much, but with the numbers they had against the foes before them, doubt rippled in his bed of confidence.

    I do not like this, he repeated to himself in thought, scratching the scar on his chin.
     

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