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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 11:07 am
Bareok Kayle
xxxxxxxxxxxxBareok's eyes quickly adjusted to the relitive darkness in the large house. Aside from the familisr training dummy directly in front of him, he saw that the guild was relatively empty, which made sense. People would be off on their own missions or training. There was a figure lit up by the noon sunlight with a bottle of ale to keep her company. Bareok's grin grew. She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt of that when she walked up to lean against a wall and speak. The day suddenly got a whole lot better for Bareok when he discovered that she was going to join him on the mission to clear out those outlaws. He was about to reply, but the door opened behind him. He stepped aside to let whomever it was through, turning slightly to look at them. It was a man, which almost instantly and completely made Bareok loose interest. That man didn't seem to want to be seen anyway, as he skulked passed her and sat down. The Imperial complied with the other man's apparent interests and forgot completely about him.
xxxxxxxxxxxx"I find it hard to get anywhere on time when there was no time specified." Bareok turned back to the woman, replying to her in a playful accent. "But I am happy to say your prayers are answered. I am Bareok Kayle: your savoir from boredom and loneliness on this mission." The Imperial man took a bow, but the woman was closing her eyes for some reason. Not easily put off, Bareok approached her, taking advantage of the opportunity to take in her curves while she wasn't looking. She looked like a woman who could handle herself. Or thought she could, anyway. Her posture seemed confident, even while leaning against a wall for support. She looked the classic "Anything you can do I can do better" sort of woman. There were a lot of her type in the fighter's guild, and was exactly the type of woman he expected to find here. Maybe she'll be a nice change from the fawning girls and whores he usually dealt with. Maybe she'll just kick his a**.
xxxxxxxxxxxxHe looked away from her for a moment to catch the eye of a servant or a young trainee that would fetch him something to drink. He found one creeping about and motioned him over. "Get me an ale?" he asked, flashing a charming grin. The young man nodded, hurried up the stairs, and appeared a moment later with the bottle in his hand. "Good lad."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:49 pm
Emane Anarion Health: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Fighter's Guild Base
Mood: Bold
xxThe sudden rush of breeze came over her as the door opened and another member hurried in. Opening her eye's Emane looked down at the man who sat down near her. From his distinct features Emane saw that he was a Breton. That was odd, why would a Breton be in the Fighter's Guild? While examining the dark haired Breton Emane listened to Bareok speak. An amused smile came to her soft pink lips as she took the hint that Bareok was taking a interest in her. Her eye's flickered over to Bareok still with the smile upon her face. "Oh I'm sure you would be more than enough to take me away from this dreary world but I'm afraid I must decline your offer." She said with a smart tone.
xxEmane came off the wall, she snapped her fingers as a order for the trainee to come over to her. With a moment of hesitation from the trainee as he wondered if she was wanting him to come over or someone else he finally came before her. Emane leaned down to eye level with the boy who was not yet fit to go into battle. "Be a good ol'boy and fetch me a nice red apple." She said with a warm smile. The trainee nodded and ran off to get what she had asked for. While waiting Emane turned back to face Bareok and the Breton. "Emane Anarion is the name and I would appreciate it if both would not do anything drastic on this quest that would force me to go through extra effort to save you. Follow that rule and we will get along just fine." She spoke as her eye's moved back and forth from the two dark men. She was not sure which of the two she would enjoy more. Bareok seemed bold and humorous, while the other was still a mystery.
xxThe trainee finally arrived back with a delicious looking apple in his hands. Emane took the apple while giving him a pat on the back. She took a bite into the crisp juicy substance. The flavor reminded her of the autumn when all the tree's would turn into a rainbow of different shades and colors, and the fruits seemed to always come out in a different flavor that was so savory and sweet that your whole body would be filled with a warmth and joy. After enjoying her first bite of the apple Emane put her left arm up to her head with her hand running through her dark raven hair. She took another bite of the apple, her eye's moving down to the Breton. Without saying anything her eye's told him to at least introduce himself. Emane never liked those who would hide their true personalities or deny themselves. But for some reason she seemed to run into them a lot and would work with them quite often. It never made sense to Emane on why she would be around those she disliked so much. Perhaps it was in her nature or she just drew those type of people in.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:49 am
 Eneas Sharpe || ●Status: Waiting for a fourth●Location: Anvil Fighter's guild●Mood:Tired●OOC::3Eneas was still sitting on the bench near the woman, but he wasn't really paying attention to the woman or the Imperial man. He was listening with one ear, the other ear registering the clashing of iron and steel during the sparring sessions of the trainees of the Fighter's guild. He understood the Imperial was getting a little flirty with the woman, but wasn't sure of the exact words the man used. Truly, the woman was prettier than most one would see in the Fighter's guild. He didn't even notice that she was looking at him, yet he nearly always tried to keep aware of such things. But in this instance, he frankly didn't care. Other things were going through his mind, his mother's last words which showed him that she, too, was still looking to avenge her husband, his father. The trainees were now being interrupted by these two individuals, telling them to perform trivial tasks, to get them an apple, or ale. Not that Eneas was against taking advantage of a higher position of sorts, but if it would disturb the training process of the next generation of fighters for the guild, only because of another person's laziness, that would take it to a whole new level.
When the woman introduced herself, now speaking a little louder than before, the change in volume was enough to gain Eneas' full attention. But there was something he didn't quite like about her tone. She believed herself their better. Eneas wasn't sure on what grounds she based this assumption, whether she thought she was a better fighter, a more proficient tactician or a born leader or had any other quality the Fighter's Guild was looking for in their recruits. Without any solid proof of this, Eneas wouldn't let himself be ordered around by someone like this. Sure, she most probably had a higher rank than him, but maybe the man had the same or a higher rank than her. Eneas looked at the man for a reaction to this, but considering what he had previously said, he would eat that woman out of the palm of her hand.
With Eneas devoting more attention to the situation, he now also noticed the Emane's eyes resting on him. He turned his head to return the gaze and looked straight into her green eyes for a few seconds, which seemed to drag on for a while. Seemed like she wanted something from him, a name, perhaps. Eneas hadn't introduced himself yet. It would feel a little weird, to tell someone in Anvil who he was, when so many people knew his family. But then again, these two weren't from Anvil. He finally stood up, only because he thought it rude to talk to someone who was standing while he was sitting, and adjusted the strap on his back again. The damn thing kept sliding when he ran or sat down, leaving the claymore suspended in an awkward position. "Eneas Sharpe" he said, "at your service.". Figuratively, of course. He wouldn't be one to fetch them an apple or an ale. His determination often showed in his eyes, which kept a lot of people from even asking him this in the first place. "Wasn't there supposed to be a fourth?" he said, focusing on the task at hand rather than deviating into trivialities. He saw that he wouldn't necessarily enjoy travelling with this group unless they changed a little.    At first I was like..................And then I was like...............But then I lol'd
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 10:36 am
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Fighter's Guild Base
Mood: Mixed Feelings
xxEmane smiled with warmth. "Wonderful! You have finally decided to reveal yourself." Emane said as she moved to take a seat back on the bench she was on before. Her mind worked out now who would be the most entertaining during this trip. Eneas had a determination in him but a light spirit if he did not bother getting a new strap on his claymore which was obviously giving him trouble. Bareok......well he was still the same in her opinion for she was still waiting for his reply to her whole boastful speech. Emane always thought she was better than most, she could never help it. She grew up with a proud hunting father and a well known mother, but of course that all changed once they were thrown out on the streets. Emane never could let that pride disappear.
xxShe glanced out the window to see if anyone was on their way but the class was so thick that it was hard to tell who anyone was as they passed by. All the figures were just blobs of color. "He is sure taking his time." She spoke without looking at the two. Emane took another bite out of the apple which was now turning a brown from being out in the air for awhile. Emane gave out a sigh as she let her head rest on her hand which lay on the window sill. She just wanted to get this quest done with soon so she would be able to go back to the Imperial City. It was starting to get warm there and here it was still cool. While resting her head she thought through many topics or things that would let her get to know these two men while out on the quest. She appeared cold on the outside but truly she feels a need to get to know more people. She hardly knew anyone in the Fighter's Guild and Emane wanted to know more noble people. Not backstabbing vermin who lie to your face 95% of the time.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 4:51 pm
Bareok Kayle
xxxxxxxxxxxxThe Imperial man grinned at her and winked. “We’ll see how you feel after we slaughter those outlaws.” It was a good sign that the woman wasn’t looking disgusted with him. Sometimes that’s how it went with these types of fighting women. He flirts a little, they get annoyed, he refuses to take a hint, and he ends up slapped or worse. For some reason that never seemed to stop him from trying. He was stubborn that way. This time, however, it was going relatively well.
xxxxxxxxxxxxHe listened to her as she gave her name and warned him and the other man to not do anything stupid. In a way, that was very typical of a fighter’s guild woman to say. The were - or at least acted - better than everyone else. A man less patient with women would get annoyed very quickly. However, Bareok would do a lot for a pretty face and shapely body. Even endure belittlement. Some belittlement, anyway. “If you promise the same, I think we’ll, indeed, get along nicely, Miss Anarion.” He replied, still grinning at her.
xxxxxxxxxxxxIt was time for the mystery man to finally give his name, and indicate that he was also going to join them on the mission. Bareok’s eyes narrowed a bit, his grin faltering slightly into more of a crazed twist of the mouth. It quickly fell back into good humor. He was competition, but he was also another body present to ensure that the whole team didn’t fall. Besides, this Breton seemed no fun at all. The Imperial woman went back to her previous position looking out the widow. Bareok walked over and leaned against the wall in front of her. He took a drink from the bottle he procured, apparently not at all interested in the fourth person or when they would arrive. Really, he had no idea how many people would be coming on the quest. All he heard of was the bare minimum. For all he knew an hour earlier, he would be doing this whole thing alone - aside from the Hammerfell reinforcements. In short, Bareok had no idea what he was getting himself into from the start. So far, he was pleased with what he was getting.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 11:28 am
Eneas Sharpe || ●Status: Waiting for a fourth●Location: Anvil Fighter's guild●Mood:Tired●OOC:Not very happy with this one <.< Took me ages for some reason, sorry.
Eneas looked at the woman after her she expressed how nice it was he finally revealed himself. He simply thought it sarcasm, he didn't know if he could take this woman seriously. But he would sooner or later see whether she was actually his better, or if it was simply all talk or whether she would be the one who would end up needing to be saved by one of them. While she sat back down on the bench, Eneas remained standing. As soon as the fourth they were waiting on would appear they would depart and make haste for Fort Crowhaven, and Eneas doubted it would make sense to sit down again only to have to get back up so soon. He scratched himself along the jaw before speaking. "And here I thought I would be the last to arrive" he said and stroked through his dark hair, "Good to see I still do better than some.". He, too, looked out of the window now, but there was nothing to be seen but colourful smudges moving through the city. It was even hard to tell the distance to the smudges.
He turned around and looked into the Imperial man's eyes for a few seconds before looking at the trainees sparring. Eneas had the feeling he had guessed right, this man would behave like a tame dog around that woman. He didn't mind that, he only doubted it would be a good idea to do this during the assignment. It would probably somehow affect their behaviour or cloud their judgement. He knew that there was also the chance of nothing happening due to it, but the Breton would always plan for the worst, and expect the best. While he could misjudge the worst, at least it wouldn't leave him completely unprepared. He now looked at the woman, then the man. "What're your stories?" he asked, "I mean why are you here, at the Fighter's Guild?". Not that he was the best judge of character, but the reasons why these people had joined the Fighter's Guild often said much about their character, whether they had selfish goals, followed utilitarian morals or just wanted what was best for the guild, or the team, or whether this was just an assignment to get some money for them, or to salvage some valuables off the remains of their foes. He had seen all sorts of people in the Guild, and this simple question allowed him to judge the people he would be fighting alongside with as well as determine, to some extent their behaviour in a combat situation. "I'm in for vengeance." he said, not wanting to withhold information while asking for some himself, "That simple. If you want to know more just ask anyone in Anvil about me". Since the claymore's strap had again slid down his shoulder a little he decided to take the whole blade off his back and rest it against the wall near the bench until they would depart, hoping he wouldn't forget it there.
At first I was like..................And then I was like...............But then I lol'd
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 6:47 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Fighter's Guild Base
Mood: Mixed Feelings
xxEmane still stared out the window but listened to all that was going around her. Bareok did not interest Emane in anything past a comradeship. Enea's seemed to not like her very much. That was alright since many did not enjoy Emane's presence. They believed her to be selfish and cruel but all was opposite. When Eneas asked about their stories Emane deiced to go after him. "The Fighter's Guild gave me a new life. I think that is enough for you both. If you want to know more go right ahead and ask but don't expect me to give you the information right off." Emane spoke with a slight smile on her lips. She glanced back at Eneas from the corner of her eye.
xxEmane wondered what Eneas wanted revenge for. She had a dark vengeance deep inside her not to long ago. She knew how it could change you into a different person and that you would regret what you did. She wondered quietly to herself if they were almost alike when it came to the horrible past. But was Eneas still far away from the things she had experienced? Or did he still have the luxury of having someone love him? This was just a black void to Emane when it came to others lives. Emane's eye's moved over to Bareok. She really wanted to cut his beard. Beards were never her thing, he probably would appeal more to the girls that were actually interested in him if he did that. Even though she had no interest at all to go into a deeper relationship she figured it would be convenient to have a little lap dog along her side.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:12 pm
Bareok Kayle
xxxxxxxxxxxxBareok hefted his pack off his shoulders, setting it against the wall he had been leaning on. His cloak followed, pooling around the rest of his things. This revealed his outfit that was fit for a minor lord with its dull colors and minimal embroidery. Odd attire for a traveler but, concidering most of his outfits, this was extremely subdued and functional. Settled, he turned so his back was against that wall, his arms folded against his chest. Obviously he wasn’t expecting the fourth person to come any time soon, nor was he assuming that they would leave directly after the guild member came. There would be planning and disagreements and preparing. That was what it was like before the actual guild mission would start. The other man began making idle conversation and Bareok listened to both their stories politely. They were equal parts mysterious and brief, but overall not very appealing to the Imperial man. He generally didn’t care about other people’s stories. He liked hearing his own, though; “My life before the fighter's guild was boring. It may be hard to believe, but a man can only endure women and parties and money for so long." He shook his head, chucking. The humor seemed to be directed at himself. He could make fun of himself and readily as he did others. "I joined to put some spice into my life. Which is interesting, because that’s where I discovered my skills in alchemy.” Bareok explained in his usual light-hearted tone. “I stay and do work because I love the feeling of having some poor weak bandit’s life in my hands, to watch them writhe in agony when I… Ah, tangents…” He flashed the other two a wider grin but, combined with the crazed glint in his wild green eyes, the grin probably come off as demented.
xxxxxxxxxxxxHis mind switched gears quickly, distracted by his companion’s intent gaze out of the bleary window. “I don’t know why you too are bothering to look out for this other guy. It’s not like you’ll know when you see him, and not every person approaching the chapterhouse will be relevant to us.” Bareok told them with a lazy shrug. He took another swill of his ale, wishing he had some hot lunch to go with it. That might be hard to come by at this time of day, but there was no harm in asking - besides annoying a trainee who was trying to get other work done. The Imperial grinned crookedly at himself and motioned to one of the passersbys. The boy approached him with apprehension. “Any warm food here?” Bareok asked. The boy shook his head. “Any food here, then? Meat and bread?” The boy nodded. “Then get some. I’ll warm it over a fire or something…” The boy ran off again, unsuccessfully hiding an annoyed look. The noble Imperial didn’t seem to mind or even notice. He was accustomed to ordering people around.
xxxxxxxxxxxx"Oh, and, as you can see, I don't have my armor on yet. I'm probably going to need help with that sooner rather than later. Steel armor, y'know. I didn't want to travel with it on the whole way, and I wasn't able to convince anyone at my last stop." Bareok explained, turning back toward his companions. He wondered if they would get annoyed with him for that.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 8:22 pm
As the sunlight began to fade over the eastern face of the city of Anvil, the Fighter's guild hall was given a spark of life as a lone figure walked into the strangely humble yet ostentatious building. When the hall was built, the Fighter's Guild had settled upon a decent-sized building that somehow emanated a power of it's own. As if one couldn't tell what kind of place this was by the multitude of muscular, armed folks milling about within, a convenient sign above the exterior door read 'Fighter's Guild', along with the guild crest, the sign directing travelers to the hall's interior.
As the door opened and fading sunlight poured into the guildhall, a hooded figure could be seen at the entrance, grasping the heavy oaken door in one green, clawed humanoid hand. The rest of it's body disappeared beneath a cloak the color of damp earth, as if the soil had experienced it's first rains.
Closing the heavy door behind him, the aging Orc known as Brugesh gro-Salek scanned the interior of the Anvil guildhall. Spotting a few members sitting at a nearby table, he made a mental note to make acquaintances with these new faces at a later time. For now, he had business to attend to.
Walking past the group- an Imperial man who wouldn't shut his slop-hole, an angry female, and a cowering mouse of a Breton- the aging Orc made his way to up the stairs in the rear of the room to find the leader of this hall, Azzan.
The two conversed for a moment, the Orc handing the younger human a scroll with the Guildmaster's seal on it. As the two walked down the stairs to the main hall, the Orc fell in line behind the local guild head, allowing him to address the party gathered at the table.
"Fighters. You three are gathered here to undertake the quest given to us by Master Dontus, to raid Crowhaven. While I wish there were more of you, I'll take what I can get. This fine gentleman standing behind me is Brugesh gro-Salek, a famous general in the former state of Orsinium. He will be leading your group during the raid on the keep. You are to defer to his orders and obey them. If you have any questions or concerns, bring them up with the Guild Master, AFTER we have taken Crowhaven. I will remain here in Anvil to redirect reinforcements to the fortress."
As the Redguard swept his hand to introduce him, Brugesh stepped forward and removed his hood, revealing his battle-scarred face. Lacerations of all sorts were apparent on his countenance, a large, hideous scar crossing right through his right eye- it was painfully obvious that this eye no longer functioned as well as it should. Unlike most Orcs, Brugesh only had one tusk protruding from his lower lip, the left one seeming to have been broken off with a blunt object of some sort. His pitch-black hair was pulled into a knot on the crown of his head, giving the Orsimer a look reminiscent of an Akaviri samurai. Truly, as far as Orcs went, Brugesh was neither pleasant to look at nor to meet in battle. His ferocity in combat was matched only by his intimidating features.
Without a word, Brugesh unfurled his cloak, revealing a full set of glinting, golden armor of Dwarven make- high quality armor materials for a high quality warrior. An equally impressive warhammer of the same material was hanging loosely off a leather belt that stretched across Brugesh's massive waist. Now, picture this- a seasoned orc general, easily 6 and a half feet in height, standing before you in high quality armor, lifting an 18+ pound warhammer with as much effort as it took a child to lift a stick.
Taking this into account, it was no wonder Brugesh was famous in Orsinium.
"Any questions?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:48 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Fighter's Guild Base
Mood: Mixed Feelings
xxEmane smiled as she listened to Bareok. "Unlike you, perhaps we care about having everyone here. What is a quest with a missing member?" Emane spoke as she glanced over towards Bareok. But once he started to go on his speech of basically how important he was it bothered Emane making her gaze move back to the window. She saw a figure moving towards the Fighter's Guild main door. After a few moments the door opened sending in a gust of an ocean scented breeze. Emane breathed it in deeply, the fresh salt smell taking her back to the good old days.
xxThe tall, large hooded figure moved past them throwing an examining glance at them all then disappeared. Emane wondered who the figure was, she was about to go back to observing the seem to be nice warm day out the window until the figure arrived again this time with the leader of this guild base. Emane gave her full attention to the leader as he spoke, when he mentioned that the man that she had seen earlier would be the leader of the quest she smiled now knowing that they would no longer have to wait for their leave unless of course Bareok decided he would weigh everyone down in a wait as he put on his armor. When the leader finally stopped at the question that she had been hopping he would come to eventually Emane decided to take this chance to speak. "Two questions. How long will it be until the reinforcements arrive. And how long is the journey to Crowhaven?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 11:32 am
"Two questions. How long will it be until the reinforcements arrive. And how long is the journey to Crowhaven?"
Bowing and turning to Brugesh, Azzan let the orc take the reigns. "It's your mission, General."
In a deep, almost terrifyingly low-pitched voice, Brugesh rumbled at the group, ready to answer the upcoming shitstorm of questions- most of the other races didn't look too kindly on an Orc giving them orders, given their history with the Orsimer.
"First off", he rumbled, his voice resounding with an inherent air of authority "our reinforcements will arrive when we get to Crowhaven. I was busy securing their route and making sure communication lines were open, so they shall reach the fortress soon after we do. Secondly, the journey is not too far. At the most, I'd estimate it to be a few hours on horseback, half a day on foot. The keep isn't too far. Hell, it's really right down the road from a nearby inn. And lastly, before we leave....."
Turning his full attention to the Imperial that was busy running his mouth and showing off, Brugesh let his full vocal fury fly. "YOU THERE! DANDY! STOP HORSING AROUND, SHUT YOUR MOUTH, AND GET SERIOUS! You damn nobles think you're entitled to everything and that the world should just bow to you.... Do you have any idea how many of your kind I've had to kill? Stop being a horse's a** and get ready like these two are. And if you slow us down, so help me, by your Nine Divines I shall beat the stupid out of you with my own fists. Shape up, soldier. You're under MY command now." he said, sweeping his hand to Emane and the silent one.
"Damn Imperials.... It's a wonder how Orsinium ever fell to such weak creatures." he whispered, bowing and saluting to Azzan. "Sir, at least yours is a human race I can respect. I've always considered you Redguards as lesser cousins to us Orsimer."
Fuming with rage- petty nobles always made Brugesh lose his temper- Brugesh stormed out of the building, his heavy dwarven boots slamming the entrance open with a distinctive *clank* as he walked to the gates of the city, waiting for the others.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:54 pm
3 Days Prior to the Fighter's Guild meeting
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The large, heavy doors to the Training Hall opened as the hooded, scaled figure of Reh'Zheel appeared in the entryway. Walking in with a torch in hand, the Argonian made his way to the end of the room.
Turning, he removed his hood and addressed the small gathering of assassins in the room.
"Brothers and sisters, I thank you. The others cannot see what a privilege it is to take a favor from the Listener, but you have each shown yourselves to be of a higher intellect and insight. Your mission, as you no doubt know, is to infiltrate Crowhaven posing as the Hammerfell regiment of the Fighter's guild. Eylia..." said Reh'Zheel, beckoning to the Elven woman.
"We have worked together before. You know I like the way you operate. You will be at the head of this mission. Brothers and sisters, you are to defer to her orders and obey them as if I were issuing commands myself. Suit up, get ready, and leave. You don't have a lot of time, and the reinforcements will be in Cyrodiil soon. Now go, and make our dread father proud." he said, turning his back to his fellow assassins as he extinguished his torch.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:08 pm
Bareok Kayle
xxxxxxxxxxxx “Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t care about them. I just think that looking really hard out a window isn’t going to speed the other’s journey along. He’ll get here when he gets here.” Bareok said, chuckling lightly at the woman. He noted the main door opening as he said was talking, but ignored whomever it was who walked in when they didn’t stop immediately at their gathering. The guy did stop by eventually, however, and identified himself and the other beside him. Bareok’s green eyes traveled to the other man. He couldn’t help one corner of his nose turning up in a temporary sneer of revulsion. That was quite the ugly specimen. Bareok puffed himself up a little, feeling frankly rather threatened by this orc who was designated as their leader. He was ready to accept him, however; what woman would ever desire such a beast of a man? As long as he wasn’t competition in that way, Bareok was just fine with him. Though it appeared that the orc would have none of that.
xxxxxxxxxxxxBareok’s nostrils flared when the ugly brute of an orc turned to him and started yelling angrily at him. He had already stopped talking and was listening when the insufferable old lout had his little outburst. The Imperial man’s eyes flashed in a torrent of rage, his body tensing to leap at the Orc and rip his head off. The most ominous reaction was the sudden lack of foolish grin on his face. If anyone knew him they would know that he was rather furious and extremely close to violence. Bareok didn’t attack, of course. He was neither armed nor armored, and Bareok wasn’t stupid. He only acted stupid. Instead of attacking, his face nearly split in two with a manic grin and he began laughing a disturbed laugh. His voice was perfect for the sort of evil super villain cackle: deep and strong. It was known to cause people around him to turn heel and flee. That would be happening now… if he hadn’t been in a room filled with fighter’s guild members who wouldn’t let a laugh get to them like that. The most they would get was a chill down their spine, an involuntary reaction. Bareok grabbed his pack, took a very frightened trainee (who was about to give him the food he requested) by the back of his shirt and practically carried the boy into the next room. In record time the Imperial man walked back out in his shining armor and a sword at his hip, good-naturedly chewing on meat and bread. The trainee followed, looking unscathed and a little relieved. Attached to the newly armored Imperial's belt were various vials, most of them filled with mysterious liquids. He walked over to his cloak that was pooled on the ground and threw it back over his shoulders. “Well? What’s taking so long?” Bareok asked lightly. He smirked smugly around a mouthful of food.
xxxxxxxxxxxxHe seemed light-hearted, but Bareok was fully aware of the fact that this mission was about to go down the s**t hole. A leader such as the Orc, openly hostile and racist, could easily sew dissension among the rest of the party. Season fighter didn't necessarly equil good leader. He would have to adjust his attitude if he didn't want fighting amongst them. One more outburst like that, and Bareok could make no promises that he wouldn't attack their 'leader.'
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 10:12 am
 Eliya was mildly thrown off by Illumus' words and sudden departure, but she had little time to dwell on it. Rez' Zheel, the Listener, entered moments later and she gave him her full attention and respect as he began to speak. Unintentionally her mind drifted to when they had first met. It had been a rogue mission quite a few months ago, not even one for the Dark Brotherhood. Eliya had signed up as a mercenary to get some extra coin and as far as the Argonian was considered....she still didn't know why he had done it. Perhaps the same reason, though she highly suspected there had been an ulterior motive.
They had cleaned out a few necromancers for an Innkeeper who in turn had actually been a part of something much more sinister. It had not been until the very end of their mission that Eliya had realized Rez'Zheel was part of the Dark Brotherhood, just like her. They hadn't gotten along very well in the beginning and when the opportunity arose to save his life or let him die, she'd decided based on one thing alone: he was a fellow brother. To have let him died would have been breaking one of their sacred tenants to Sithis. She'd known they'd meet again, and shortly after the completion of their mission they did. What a shock it had been to realize she'd saved the life of the Listener. It had been the right choice and had given her a good portion of favor in his eyes.
He'd proclaimed her his personal blade, his Silencer. And now, finally....
"Eliya. We have worked together before. You know I like the way you operate. You will be at the head of this mission. Brothers and sisters, you are to defer to her orders and obey them as if I were issuing commands myself. Suit up, get ready, and leave. You don't have a lot of time, and the reinforcements will be in Cyrodiil soon. Now go, and make our dread father proud."
Eliya bowed her head respectfully at his words, a smirk on her face, hidden by tumbles of red hair. Finally. Her time had come to prove herself. "It will be as you say, Listener." Slowly she lifted her head as everyone quickly began departing the room, her face impassive, her green eyes watching, calculating. With another bow to Rez'Zheel, Eliya quickly exited the room behind the others and made her way to her bed to grab her pack, which was already packed and ready to go.
Now at the exit, she waited f or the others.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 12:18 pm
 Seeing every one leave shortly after the listener he quickly removes his hand from his shirt, assuming every one's preparing heads back to his chest and makes last minute preparations. He kneels there looking into the open chest, looking at the rings and other small trinkets he calls his trophies. He pulled out a small gold signet ring with an odd broken Z emblem on it. He then looks at some of his sketches no time for this, must get back to it later he thinks as he grabs his stuff and closes the chest, still holding onto the ring. As he walked to the exit he slipped his left hands ring finger into the ring. He saw Eliya waiting for every one, "early again as usual... I messed up... I missed what Rez' Zheel said... could you please fill me in?" he asked her seeming as polite to her as he is to the argonians. He looked around hoping no others were in sight and was relieved that no eyes were aimed at his direction.
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