Private The Uprising

Harudegarn was more in awe than in terror at Solknight's rage. The Imperial was far more powerful than he thought, and the fact that he had Snow Elf blood was nothing short of incredible. "This is why Solknight is the leader without challenge," he thought. Suddenly he turned his attention back to Sygun, who had ran out of the room. He quickly ran out of the room, but ran back to grab the sake, they might have needed it. He ran outside, looking around in the dark, but saw nothing. Harudegarn thought for a second as to where she might be, quickly realizing that she would of ran to the woods. He hustled that way, pushing branches away from his face. The wizard finally found Sygun and Ashley in a clearing, and Haru let out a sigh of relief. "Sygun, Ashley, are you alright?" he asked, figuring they were fine but it never hurt to ask.

Ashley looked at Haru. "I'm fine. I just wanna bury Dar'Ja. Write a good epitaph. He deserves it." As Ashley walked back into the Inn, she turned around. "It wasn't your fault Haru. I told him to finish off Bertrand because I wasn't strong enough to. The only good that came out of this was a name and death of that old pedophile." She grabbed his shoulder, then walked back to the Inn.

Meanwhile back in the town....

The girl Ashley saved went back in the house. She smiled as she walked past the various cages and went down the stairs. Knowing the layout of the building, she took the second door on the right where the body of Bertrand was still there, but no blood had leaked from the body. The girl pulled out two potions that she had pick-pocketed from Ash. She put the first potion to the man's mouth, then rubbed his throat to make sure he swallowed, then as his joints started to relax, she poured the other potion, a potion of ultimate healing, down his throat. The man stood up, and ruffled the girl's hair, approving of her actions. "Good job my sweet. I guess it's true you can only count on your flesh and blood in this world. The plan and the blood from the other children was executed perfectly. But did you give her the poisoned flower?" The girl nodded, but looked a little worried. "Don't worry my dear. Miss Ryne will die a very slow painful death, then vengeance will be ours." The girl clapped with delight. "Yes, I am giddy as well, my dear."

"Give me that bottle." Sygun snatched the sake from Haru, but it to her lips and swing her head back. By the time she was done she had downed a decent portion of the bottle. "Now, hold me up, I'm gonna need it with the next five minutes." She fell into Haru's arms jokingly and looked back up at him, smiling through her tears. "We're gonna get through this, right? Dar'Ja's gone to a better place, right? He's happy and frolicking and swimming in moon sugar, right?"

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"Well, Im not really sure what religion he practiced, but whatever it is, he is in paradise now." he replied reassuringly. "And yeah, a burial would be proper," the wizard held Sygun up, holding her closer to him, bodies pressed together. "Perhaps we should give him a proper funeral before we leave, in the morning." he suggested, Dar'ja's fragile, burned corpse laid in the grass, peacefully. "Lets get him wrapped up." the wizard said. This would give him plenty of time to write the cat's epitaph and spend some personal time with Sygun.

Sygun watched as her friends took care of the Khajiit's body, her resurrected drunk casting a haze around the proceedings. Linens were draped over the feline in a grainy slow-motion and anything said sounded like it was being whispered through a long tunnel. Colours faded to varying shades of grey, and she soon felt like she was a zombie reanimated by a mage to fight. Her trance was interrupted by Haru muttering something about nothing more being able to be done tonight, and he gently grabbed hold of her arm and led her back to the inn. That bed she was thinking of earlier that morning was waiting, and she longed to wrap herself up in the blankets to suffocate the chill that Death had buried in her bones.

Someone had thankfully thrown another log on the fire in the bedroom in their absence, and Sygun stood frozen staring at her fictitious husband, unable to say or do anything. And then the wizard made the first move and began to carefully disassemble her frock. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, undressed, and joined her, providing the warmth the broken warrior needed, the warmth that only the flesh of a man could provide.

Solknight helped the others wrap Dar'Ja, but saw Sygun, just satanding still. She was obviously having a flashback or halucination of some sort. Like the kind Solknight always had.

Harudegarn woke up in a blur, his vision distorted until it slowly focused on the ceiling. He looked to his side and saw Sygun sprawled out on the bed, looking so peaceful. He carefully took the Nord's hand off his chest and went to the mirror. He looked up, his long dark hair was tousled everywhere. haru cupped his hands and splashed the cold water on his face. He returned to the bed and wrapped his robes around him, he fixed his hair with his hands and looked at himself, his yellowish eyes glimmered. Not wanting to bother Sygun, he cast a muffle and walked out of the room, ready to leave to adventure more of Tamriel.

The light through the window was what woke Sygun, clear and bright, in stark contrast to the events of the previous night. She rolled over and saw that she had not been alone in that bed last night. Her lack of clothing confirming her thought. Haru. She smiled and sighed the content sigh of a woman in love, and rolled out of bed to get dressed. And then it all came back to her: she had a funeral to attend that morning. She pondered what to wear, when it occurred to her: her armour. The black of the ebony seemed fitting, but it was also the dress of a warrior. Like Dar'Ja. Even if he was obnoxious. She assembled her outfit, amulet of Talos outside of the cuirass, a proud symbol of what he had died for. Taking one last look in the mirror, brushing away a wayward strand of hair, she exited the room and joined her companions.

Ashley went back to the Dar'Ja's grave. She took out his Iron Dagger, which fell to the ground after he had stabbed Bertrand with it. Ashley examined the blade, which glowed red because of the poorly enchanted fire enchantment. "I can't use this. Not after I've seen it in action. But I'll keep it with me. As a reminder of Dar'Ja." She sheathed the blade, and strapped it to her to her armored leg. "Let's go guys. We should keep moving."

Harudegarn bore black robes this morning, to show his grief. He walked outside of the inn, finding Dar'ja's grave under a tall dark tree. The wizard lit a cigarette and pulled out a small bag from his satchel. He took the contents from the little bag and sprinkled it on the grave. "Last of my moon sugar, heh you can have it." he said. "At least you died doing what you loved: Breaking and Entering (giggidy)." He let the smoke trail from his mouth into the gray morning sky. "Well, wish us luck, cause if we win, you will have a shrine in my Kingdom." he small grin. Harudegarn looked exhausted, dark rings around his eyes from lack of sleep (giggidy). He leaned against the tree next to the khajiit's grave and finished his smoke in silence.

Achilles walked over to where Dar'Ja was buried, seeing Ashley and Haru there, smoking a cigarette. Achilles pulled out a cigarette of his own, his last one, and lit it. "He was a good man- er.. Khajiit. I regret arguing with him instead of doing skooma with him." Achilles chuckled a little. "So... Where to now?"

"Right," Harudegarn replied, finding his horse and hopping on. It would be a long journey to Skingrad, plenty of danger too. He sat quietly waiting for the rest of his comrades.

After everyone had finished saying goodbyes to Dar'Ja and got packed up, the group of rebels set off for Skingrad. Their new objective was to find a man named Runil Camoran, the man who was somehow creating the wanted posters that had their pictures, making it harder for them to sneak around. The group traveled for three days, with a familiar stealthy man behind them, trailing them without the group noticing. On the fourth day, at around 11 A.M., they reached their destination.

"So this is Skingrad huh?" Ashley said as they approached the city. It was huge. Compared to the last place they were in, this city was practically a continent. "I'm gonna go into the city and look around guys. We could be here forever looking for this guy." Ashley ran into some bushes and quickly changed into her Tavern Clothes, only bringing her sword and Dar'Ja's iron dagger with her. She entered the city and took off, looking for a place to learn about this Runil.

Beast was a broad shoulder thick muscular orc that had just found this city, Skingrad, and decided to take a rest at the local inn. No mead, he just went into the room that he had ordered. He took off his full set of steal armor and put down his Steel Great Sword. He rubbed his bald head and laid down.


As soon as he woke up he got dressed up in his armor and walked outside. The elven guards seemed extra annoying today and he was right as soon as he walked outside a Thalmor guard made a smart comment about his race. "What did you say?!" when he said that the guard called for help and took out his sword, as three other guards came towards him. They backed him up into a corner as Beast took out his great sword. Their were no citizens in sight xept for this one female Brenton he saw out of the corner of his eye. He's sure she wouldn't yelp, right? With one loud battle cry he stabbed one of the elves, piercing their elven armor, leaving the High Elf to bled out. The other two guards took a swing at him, forcing Beast to dodge the swing. (OOC: there are 3 guards remaining that aren't wounded, just wanted to make that clear.)

As Ashley walked through the city, she passed an Orc who was in the middle of a fight with some elven guards. He looks like he needs some help. Ashley thought to herself. She pulled out her sword and ran behind one of the guards, impaling him from behind. There was one more guard, now noticing Ashley, ran towards her. The two clashed, their swords stuck in a deadlock. And as skilled as she was with her sword, the Elf guard seemed to be just as strong.

The girl that Beast had saw came to his rescue, not that he needed it, and stabbed one of the guards in the back. With only one guard left the two charged at each other locked in battle. Without hesitation Beast went behind the Elf Guard and cut him deep in the back. Hearing the screech off the elf's elven armor as he made the gash. Once Beast put his sword away he spoke to the Breton. "Thank you, you are kind to risk helping me for your life. I have nothing to give you other than my thanks. Let us hide these bodies before anyone can spot them." Beast dragged one of the three bodies inside of a nearby bush. Then looked at the women seeing if she was going to help.