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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 6:42 pm
 Eneas Sharpe || ●Status:Holding open the door●Location: Anvil Fighter's guild●Mood:Tired●OOC::3
Eneas registered and assessed the two reasons for joining the Fighter's Guild which were presented to him. The woman had found a new life in the Fighter's Guild, which sounded familiar to Eneas. She had lost something, probably very important to her old life and now she had joined the Guild for a new life. He assumed parents. The people that lost something important had nearly always lost their parents, friends or their purpose, and came to the Guild finding a new purpose in life. The Imperial's reasons were not as close to Eneas' own experience. Not at all, actually. So he only stayed due to his Schadenfreude, he liked to hold the lives of those weaker than him in his hands. It wasn't really a reason to join the Guild, he could do that as a normal adventurer if he wished, and Eneas concluded that the Guild's well-being would not be a priority for the man. While it had given something to Emane and Eneas, a reason to be, all the Imperial wanted from it was the occasional enjoyment and a bit of money. When the Imperial commented on both of them looking out the window, Eneas replied: "Well it'll probably be someone who's in a hurry" he said "considering how late he is...". When he saw a blurry figure striding towards the door, he added "That might be him". He would've given him an 'I-told-you-so' look straight away, had the orc not walked straight past them.
Before the orc returned, the Imperial pointed out he'd need help with his armour. "I'll eh..." he started, looking at Emane "Let you help him with that.". Very shortly after, the orc returned in company of Azzan, now stopping in front of them to address them. Now was the time for Eneas' 'I-told-you-so' look, but he kept from it for now. The battle-scarred face didn't necessarily impress the Breton -- it meant that either the orc liked to take on more than he was able to handle or that his defense was lacking, both not necessarily positive qualities in a leader. He looked like an able fighter, to be sure, but also a little too arrogant and full of himself. He seemed subject to underestimating his opponents. The dwarven armour, on the other hand, was impressive. Of course, it was still better not to be hit at all rather than being well armoured, but nevertheless the armour was impressive. Eneas himself didn't have any questions himself, but when Emane asked how far it would be until Corwhaven, Eneas wanted to reply it'd only be a stone's throw from Anvil, but the orc beat him to it.
When he yelled at the Imperial, Eneas couldn't help but draw up a slight smile. He didn't really deserve it, but worth it anyhow. When the orc was in the process of stereotyping the various races of Tamriel, the Breton was surprised his race wasn't mentioned, considering his kind were more prone to being candidates for the Arcane University (which he was, too) than the Fighter's guild. When the orc left, the Imperial went to get his armour on with a trainee and he was quite quick about it, too. It was a reason why Eneas preferred lighter armour, he wouldn't need help to put it on on his own as well as it not really hurting his back after a long day of wearing it. "Good to see you've managed that" he said, pointing at the man's armour as he looked at the trainee who still seemed a little unsure what just happened. He looked at the woman to see if there was anything obvious she still had to take care of, but as far as he could see there was nothing. "Shall we?" he asked as he opened the door, stepped out and held it open for the other two to come outside. It certainly wouldn't be the best assignment he'd been on, but perhaps the reinforcements would be people he could more easily get along than these people. Which would be a shame because they wouldn't be stationed in Cyrodiil. He sighed, looking directly at the sun. "Well well" he muttered, still holding the door open, "Let's hope this goes well enough"
   At first I was like..................And then I was like...............But then I lol'd
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 1:40 am
 I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it!
Blood in the air, I don't care; I love the taste of it!Looking back at things now, Nathaniel had always taken his life in the castle for granted. Had he resented his father for sending him away? Yes, and to this day he held those feelings, though his father was long dead. Had he grown because he had left the castle? Again, yes. Though probably not into the kind of man his father had imagined. Without the restraints of watching eyes, Nathaniel had delved into his more... dark desires. He'd even taken a vampire woman as his bride, in exchange for knowledge of the nercomantic magics. This, of course, was a secret that he kept to himself. Even to his so called 'family' here at the Dark Brotherhood. You never know who will turn you in for what. Better to play things safe until he was in a position of more power. Nathaniel didn't imagine it would take him too long to reach that power, either.
As Rez'Zheel enterented and spoke, he stood at the back of the room, slowly peeling off pieces of a pear. He focused on that, on the tender fruit, rather than the desire to kill. Even now, he wanted to toss off his facade and just kill something. But that, of course, was how he got into this place. He'd gotten a little too zealous in his fun, and someone had seen him kill some peasent woman. Though, really, who cared? What was one life? To Nathaniel, it was nothing. But mostly, it was not enough to satasfy him. He couldn't do that, though. His blood lust would not be satasfied without real carnage, and that would draw too much attention. This battle? This would do it. He was sure of it. A real fight to get the blood pumping. At least, that was the hope...
When the man... er... lizard man, had finished talking and apointed some woman as the mission leader, Nathanier sighed, a smirk at his lips. Biting into a chunk of pear, he stepped forward, tossing what was left of the fruit into a waste bin. He had everything he needed in a small pack, mostly some balms and scrolls. A few bits of parchment and some writing quills, in case he felt the need to make notes. Anything he really needed could just be summoned, to packing extensivly was rather pointless. As he passed her, he stopped, wiping his dagger off with a hankerchief. Nathaniel looked her over, sizing her up. He didn't see anything amazingly impressive about her, but then again, he knew all too well that looks were decieving.
Ever the politician, Nathaniel nodded his head as he put the blade away. "Um... Eliya, correct? I do not believe we have had the pleasure of being properly introduced." He bowed, respectfully, and said, "I am Nathaniel Redd, and it will be an honor to serve with you in what I hope to be a glorious battle." Nathaniel was clean cut and pressed, even his words holding that forever noble demeanor. But when he mentioned the battle... something showed in his eyes. Lust for the kill, and a desire for blood staved off just under the surface. Anyone who payed close attention would see through his lies. They would see the beast within...
It was then, however, that he noticed someone else. Caught off guard for a brief moment, Nathaniel turned to the male. It only took him a second to collect his thoughts and he said, "ah, forgive me, I did not intend to interupt. Please," he motioned, "continue."
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 1:48 pm
Emane Anarion Health: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Outside Fighter's Guild Base
Mood: Lighthearted
xxEmane nodded after the Orc answered her questions. But once he turned to Bareok and started to yell at him Emane stifled a laugh. Bareok needed to be told what for, it was obvious that he was to proud of himself. Once the Orc went on about how much better his race was Emane had a object. "Dear sir, it would be best for your situation not to assume how weak we Imperials are. Yes you Orcs may be stronger and more resistant than us but you must remember that our skills to calculate and understand things are much better than yours. Each race has it's pros and cons even Orcs. We are all equal when you come down to it." After saying that speech she watched the Orc storm out of the guild. "He has quite a short temper." She said with an amused smile while standing up. Emane frowned as Bareok decided to finally go and put on his armor after all this time. She did not mind those who did not want to put on to much of a burden on their backs while traveling or lying about but it disgusted her when it was all pure laziness.
xxEneas spoke and opened the door for them. Before she walked out the door Emane ran up the stairs quickly. She shortly came back down with a few apples in her hands. She walked towards the door, with a smile and nod as a thank you toward Eneas as she entered out into the open. She breathed in the fresh air which was no longer a shallow chill like it was this morning. Now it was warm, down in Leyawiin it is rare to get warm sea air, not to mention that it rains most of the time. While standing outside she waited for the others to come join her. She looked down at the apples in her hands. Omni her Chestnut horse will like these. What good is a horse if they are not fueled for the journey? Emane turned around to look back at the Breton and soon to come out Imperial. Her hair whipped to the side as a large gust of wind blew through. But only stayed flying out of control for a few seconds. Once the wind stopped her hair became a mess which she would fix later.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:53 am
The aging Orc general stormed out of the Anvil guildhall, barely containing his rage. It was one thing to be enraged and fight an enemy, but it was another to try and deal with a world-class idiot. And this particular Orc had no patience for idiots. Exiting the large gates to the town proper, he mounted his black and white paint horse and waited for the rest of his group. This at was unusual in itself, for Orcs were notorious for their tendency to EAT horses, not ride them.
((Sorry for the short post. Writer's block.))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 5:40 am
 Eliya ~ Eliya did not have to wait long for the others to join her by the exit. Illumus was the first, and a bit to the female assassin's surprise, he very politely admitted he had missed what their Listener had said and asked to be filled in... but how was this possible? Eliya had spoken to him and seen him in the same room as her and the Listener....how could he have missed the short speech? Deciding to give Illumus the benefit of doubt, Eliya decided to quickly fill him in before the others arrived. "He re-summarized the mission and has left me in charge, urging us to move with haste."
Eliya looked straight at the other man as she spoke confidently, wondering what he would think of her being in charge. As for that matter, she needed to keep a careful eye on him during this entire mission. He'd messed things up the last time and this time Eliya was directly responsible for the success or failure of the task at hand. She was determined that the outcome of this mission would please Re'Zheel all the way to the Night Mother herself.
A voice from behind interrupted any reply Illumus may have been about to make. Eliya turned to look to see who the voice belonged to. The dark man introduced himself as Nathaniel Redd, not someone Eliya remembered ever directly meeting before, or seeing much for that matter. She nodded at his polite and honorable words, finding herself curious as to whether he was some sort of noble, and if so what city he was from. She didn't ask however, noticing a strange glint in his eyes. Interesting choice of words Nathaniel, "I am pleased to meet you." At the tall man's apology Eliya waved it off. "You did not interrupt anything of substantial importance. This is Illumus by the way."
Eliya looked around as a few other dark brotherhood members gathered, waiting. When it looked like everyone was ready Eliya addressed them. "We must make haste to intercept the fighter's regiment from Hammerfell. They must never reach Crowhaven. We will intercept them and leave non alive. We are to be quick and move with the utmost stealth, we do not want to attract unwanted attention. The good news is that if we hurry, we will catch them in the wilderness, our goal is five miles before they reach the fort. Once every one of them is dead, we will then put on their uniforms and make way to the fort. For now, spread out and get your horses from the stables in pairs. We don't want to attract attention."
Eliya motioned to a brotherhood member beside her to join her as they exited the Dark Brotherhood's sanctuary. Smoothly Eliya lifted her dark hood to cover her red locks, bowing her head in false prayer as she and her brother made their way past the city guards. Once at the stable she leapt on her horse and trotted down the road about a mile, before her and the other darkbrother paused, waiting for everyone else to arrive.
Minutes later, the contingent of dark cloaks flipped through the wind as they rode hard down the path leading away from Anvil. It didn't take long for them to reach a certain point where they were to break off from the road and into the woods. Eliya led them in a big arc far away from Crowhaven, and past it, north to intercept the Hammerfell contingent. She raised her hand silently and abruptly, ordering a full stop. Next she motioned to quietly dismount. They tethered their horses and peered over the ridge, down into the valley where the Hammerfell fighter's were making their way to Crowhaven. Quietly the assassins backed away and out of view.
"Allright." Eliya breathed the cool air in deeply as she strategized. "We will ambush them. They won't even see us coming and it will be quick and clean. We must be patient. When they come over this ridge we emerge from the trees, flank them and then take them from each side. If we each take one or two that should do it. Any qu estions?"
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:40 pm
 She's going to keep a close eye on me he thought when she told him she was in charge, She won't want me making her look bad... maybe I should just drop this mission, take on another one. Before he could reply he heard Nathaniel Redd speak. He was annoyed and chose to remain silent. Ilumus didn't like the idea of being paired up with a random guild member to leave. He paired himself up with an argonian and together they walked out of the city walls and to their stables. He helped the argonian up and onto his horse, before getting on a horse himself. They took off and caught up to Eliya. Ilumus tried thinking up of strategies and back up plans incase his cover were to some how be blown. He listened up when Eliya started to speak, making sure to hear every word and the tone in her voice. Like his usual self he remained quiet and waited for what was to come to begin.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 10:01 am
Bareok Kayle
xxxxxxxxxxxxLike a gentleman, Bareok let Emane go before him through the door, then followed shortly after. A nod was directed at Eneas in thanks for holding the door open for them. As he walked, he took a moment to adjust his armor slightly, his lips turning down for a moment in a look of mild discomfort. He rarely rode in this outfit. It liked to pinch and chafe if not put on correctly. It would probably fine for the day, and Bareok guessed he would get used to it as he became a more seasoned fighter. If he got the chance, of course. The contempt that Brugesh had for him might result in his being ordered to do something he was not meant to survive. Great war veteran he may be, but he was still an ugly, racist Orc who seemed to hate him for being handsome. That was what Bareok chose to believe, anyway.
xxxxxxxxxxxxHe walked quickly to Emane's side before they got within hearing distance of the Orc, his armor clanking softly as he sped up a little. "Might want to be careful of that one," Bareok told her in a conspiratorial tone. "His hatred of Imperials might cause him to not be so hesitant to put us in unnecessary danger." He flashed her a grin that didn't quite disappear after, and there was a mad glint in his eye. Apparently, he was now looking forward to the situation with a sort of warped glee.
xxxxxxxxxxxxWhen Bareok got to the stable he went straight to a stable hand and conscripted him to help saddle his black steed, Poison. It was done quickly, and soon Bareok was mounted on a very annoyed-looking animal. Apparently the beast thought Bareok's armor was just as comfortable as his master did. As this was happening, the Imperial man largely ignored the racist Orc who was with his paint horse - sitting on it, not eating it! He did ride over closer to the seasoned warrior and sit there quietly, waiting for everyone to be ready.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:03 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Stables
Mood: Lighthearted
xxEmane smiled broadly as she heard Bareok talk about the Ork possibly putting them both in a direct danger. "That would be quite a relief wouldn't it? Considering that this might just be another regular boring quest that the guild had no idea what to do with." She said in a reply. She watched Bareok depart towards the stables in the direction the Ork leader was now. Emane moved her gaze back to Eneas behind her. "You coming?" She called out to him as she started to move her way too towards the old stables.
xxThe Chestnut horse that stayed in the warmest and sunniest place possible in the stables lie in wait for it's Imperial master. The creature was hungry as usual. The damned thing never stopped eating. As Emane approached with a apple in her hand the horses ears jerked up and walked towards her. With a smile Emane fed the horse it's sweet red apple while stroking the beautiful black mane that matched her own. She whispered something into his ear and hopped up onto his back. Omni trotted towards her fellow quest members, leaning forward and resting her body on the creatures neck Emane waited for their last member to arrive.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:49 pm
I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it!
Blood in the air, I don't care; I love the taste of it!Nathaniel only smirked as the girl walked away. He bowed to Ilumus, then went off to find someone to pair up with. He'd rather work alone, but had no desire to rock the boat. Besides, if he worked in a group there would be much more bloodshed. So as she addressed the rest of the people on the mission, he went off to find someone to work with. Eventually, he found a scared man brandishing a large b*****d sword. Together, the men left the guild hall and made their way to the stables. It took just a little while for them to meet up with the rest of the group. Nathaniel wore a wicked grin as they went speeding down the dirt road, only to stop and hide.
He tied up his horse and went to gather with the others. Eliya gave them their assignment, and Nathaniel crouched, ready and waiting with baited breath. Everything was silent, then, and as the darkness and lust for death grew in him, he said, "this should be bloody... I can't wait." He looked to Eliya, then back to the road and smiled a toothy grin. Nathaniel rubbed the fingers of his hands together and sparks started to crackle and leap across them. Every fiber of his being demanded he kill, and he do it soon.Blarg!
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:37 am
Eliya ~ Eliya was pleased there were no questions. This showed that her dark brothers and sisters were willing to do as she said. At least for now. The only one to even speak was Nathaniel, and his dark comment was one of eagerness. There was a strange glint to his eye and tone that made Eliya slightly uncomfortable, but she did not let it show, instead nodding in agreement. She didn't particularly enjoy killing....it was just part of her job. But she knew that others....like Nathaniel....looked forward and thrived on it. Internally shrugging, she spoke again.
"Allright no questions then. Each of you hide behind one of those trees and when I give the signal attack." She gestured to the trees before them and spoke again, her voice stern. "You must wait until I give the signal....not before and not too late. Timing is critical. We will have the element of surprise and this should be quick. Do not prolong our task." She met each of their unwavering gazes, resting a bit longer on Nathanial and Illumus. "We can not allow a single one of them to get away, otherwise we have failed. Walk with Sithis." She motioned for them to take up their positions. A couple dark brother's were on their horses, arrows ready, and a few others were waiting behind trees, their magic or weapons ready to take them down. If done correctly, it would be a slaughter.
Deftly climbing up about ten feet, Eliya took her position in a large tree. She waited in silence; the woods were completely still. There was no sound of animals or even birds. She knew they had scared them off, but even if the fighter's contingent noticed, it would still be too late for them. Out of the silence came the distant sound of hooves. Eliya breathed in deeply, focusing on what she was about to do. She could feel her heart beating, banging against her ribcage with anticipation. Her adrenaline was rushing and then as the sound of hooves came closer, she saw them. They were dressed in their uniforms and one at the lead held a large banner with their crest.
The mage assassin waited until they were upon them and then gave the signal to attack. Unseen by the fighter's, she dropped out of the tree and landed on top one of the riders, expertly slitting his throat and pushing him off the horse. He was dead before he hit the ground. She was kicked off the horse as he reared, having not grabbed the reins in time, and hit the ground hard, rolling to absorb most of the impact. Quickly she was up again, her form shimmering as she used her Illusion magic to make herself invisible. Deftly she slid a knife into another man's ribs before he even saw her, kicking him away and releasing a torrent of fire at the face of another fighter who was suddenly too close.
If everything went to plan, the fighting would quickly be over.
She risked a glance to look at the others.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 1:44 am
Ilumus looked for an advantageous spot amongst the trees as Eliya spoke. He felt Eliya's gaze fall upon him, She doesn't trust me to not screw up the thought echoed in his head and it started filling him with anger. He made his way to one of the trees just before Eliya was finished talking, knowing it was going to take a little while to get into position. He climbed up high, and used the leaves and branches to hide him. He grabbed his bow and an arrow pulling it slowly against the string ready to fire and waited. Ilumus scanned the area from his position making sure he had a quick and safe way down. As soon as hooves were heard he made sure he was hidden. He waited for the signal, I'm not going to mess anything up... but he quickly got the thought out of his head, seeing that the fighters were getting awfully close he looked towards Eliya. He saw her give the signal and took aim, Wait he thought to himself just before releasing the arrow and he watched. He watched as Eliya single handedly took down three men, he watched one fighter charge at her as she glanced over to the others. Ilumus could feel his heart pounding with adrenaline and could feel the anger build up. He took aim and released the arrow, barely missing Eliya's shoulder but only hitting the fighters side. He quickly pulled another and took the shot at the fighter he had hit who stumbled wondering where the arrow came from, piercing him in the shoulder, Neither a killing blow... but highly damaging, he can't continue fighting, next focus. Ilumus prepared himself in case a fighter tried escaping. No one's perfect, not even you Eliya his lip curled into a smile as a sudden calm came to him. Who's watching who now?
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 2:49 pm
I embrace what others fear.
For me it means life, for others it's death.Nathaniel was not a patient man, and as he watched the men growing closer... he wanted nothing more than to slaugter them all. He knew, however, that he could not do it alone. Luckily he had help here. And what help he had, at that. As they grew near, their leader leapt forward, and killing three men in the span of a few seconds. He grinned wide as he watched, and knew now was the time. With others, he emerged quickly from hiding and rushed the men. Before he could reach them, however, a man in front of Nathaniel was struck with two arrows, though neither was fatal. Smirking, he held out his hand and their was a bright flash. The wounded man clutched his throat and fell back, only barely blocking the arterial spray from his wound. Nathaniel laughed at his spell, Major Wound, and turned to some of the other foes. One by one he would burn them alive.
Turning to find a new target, he saw a broadswoard as it came at him, and was only just able to throw his hands up for a protection spell. The sword bounced off his shield, which shattered at the impact, and Nathaniel savagly rushed the man. He moved to shove him, but instead a stream of fire erupted from his palms, burning the man where he stood. By now, he was in a fervor, and gladly attacking any enemy that came within range. He wasn't berzerking, or wrecklessly throwing out spells, but he was showing no mercy. Any opponent who came too close was rewarded with some form of damage, be it electric or fire or ice.Blarg! I'm in a slump, I'm sorry.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 6:30 pm
Eneas Sharpe || ●Status:On his horse●Location:Outside Anvil Main Gate●Mood:Tired●OOC::3
Eneas wasn't necessarily happy to have to leave Anvil this soon again. He only rarely got a chance to visit and had so many people he would like to catch up with. His mother had been on the top of the priority list for obvious reasons, but if he could he would probably go to Anvil for some R&R, for old time's sake. He didn't pay very close attention to the words of the two others that remained in the area, but he listened nonetheless. It really seemed like Emane was a true fighter's guild woman, she was eager to fight and seemed very confident about it too. Not necessarily a bad quality, but not one for a woman, so Eneas thought, and perhaps not healthy if she began to overestimate herself or underestimate her opponents. "Of course..." he said, somewhat absent-mindedly when she asked him if he was coming. Not a very thought through question, considering he was on this mission and was almost forced to come with them, if he wanted to or not. He let go of the door, letting it shut unhindered and moved towards the main gate with the others, exited and went to the stables.
It seemed like his companions were quite fond of their horses, like they gave them special treatment. Eneas didn't. His horse's name was no more than 'Horse' and had no needs to him but food, water and the occasional time to stretch its legs, it was an animal to him and he didn't socialise with it any more than a savage wolf. He didn't have to saddle it, he had left the saddle on - after all, he hadn't been gone for a long time, just the way to his mother's house and then the meeting with the others at the Fighter's Guild. Surely taking off the saddle would've been more trouble than it was worth. He may not be a very caring master for his horse, but at least he didn't burden it with the steel armour like the Imperial, or the probably extremely heavy armour the Orc was wearing, on top of which his own body weight would have to be considered. With that in mind, his horse was probably well off. He also didn't ride it into battle, as a dead horse would be of no use to him. At least in comparison to those two, the woman's horse was probably still better off.
"So" he began, "guess it's off to Crowhaven then" he said, looking around. He knew the area well after travelling along this road many times with his father, though he had never ventured out as far as Crowhaven. In his younger days his parents forbade him to go that far, later he had other business to attend to than to explore the outskirts of Anvil. Finally, he mounted his horse. He didn't like riding too much. He'd often walked alongside his father to the Imperial City, it was never a big problem for him. After a long ride, however, his buttocks would always hurt from the uncomfortable saddle. It wasn't all the saddle, though, riding on horseback wasn't generally the best mode of transport for the Breton.
At first I was like..................And then I was like...............But then I lol'd
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 10:38 pm
As the assassins were dispatching the Fighter contingent from Hammerfell, the group of warriors rode their steeds to the keep of Crowhaven- once a den of vicious vampires, reduced to crumbling ruins until the Marauders had moved in- as the sun began to dwindle in the sky. Brugesh couldn't help but mentally chastise himself for taking his little outburst too far- granted, his people didn't have the best of experiences with Imperials, and due to the Orsimer people's long and bloody past as outcasts, most other races were STILL reluctant to even converse with Orcs, let alone live in the same neighborhoods with them.
As a General of the former army of Orsinium and a higher-ranking member of the Fighter's guild, Brugesh shouldn't let racial prejudices get the better of him..... no matter HOW much the spoiled little man traveling under his command deserved a good beating. Verbal or otherwise.
As the sun fell and Nocturne took command of the darkened skies, the group reached the outskirts of the Fortress, the keep's face illuminated by torchlight from the roaming marauder patrols. A good distance away- close enough to watch over the keep yet far enough to not be discovered, Brugesh dismounted from his beastly war horse and began to set up camp nearby.
Whispering, the Orc general made sure the others got the message. "We take shifts until the early morning, two hours of watch each. I will take first lookout. The rest of you, set up camp and get some rest. You-" said the Orsimer, pointing to Emane "- You've got next watch. I'll get you when it's time. After that, it's Daisy-" he said, pointing one clawed finger at Bareok "- then the quiet one. We attack when our reinforcements get here. Understood?"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 7:23 am
Eliya ~ [ooc- not sure how long evening is going to last - perhaps a few posts, kinda depends on the fighter's guild side of things -]An arrow zipped by Eliya's shoulder and found it's mark in one of the fighter's men. Her eyes flashed towards the direction it had came from, and she saw Illumus up in a tree, just as he quickly shot another arrow. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, his arrow had been close. Extremely close. Abruptly her attention was diverted as Nathaniel took the life from the man that had two arrows sticking out of him. And then it was over.
Eliya looked around, surveying the scene of total carnage; just as predicted, it had been a complete slaughter. She counted her fellow brothers and sisters and was pleased to see them all alive. Now they could move on to the next stage of their mission.
The assassins dressed themselves in the regalia of the Fighter's Guild contingent from Hammerfell, and burned the bodies of the dead soldiers.
When all was accomplished, Eliya addressed her comrades.
"Excellent work today brothers and sisters. You have made me proud, and in turn the Dark Brotherhood. I will be sure to report the excellence of your work this day. In the meantime, we will spend the evening here and leave at dawn for Crowhaven. If you have any questions, you may come find me and talk to me directly. Now, to set up camp!"
As the group dispersed to set up camp, Eliya looked up at the swath of colors across the sky, the sun's final kiss to the day. It wouldn't take long to set up camp and then they could get a good night's sleep before making their way to the fort. Eliya laid out her bedroll and makeshift tent a small distance away from the others, but not too far from the fire that was being built. When two brother's approached her and asked if there was anything they could do, Eliya sent them out to find dinner, and not twenty minutes later they returned with two nice sized deer. Overkill perhaps, but they were young and eager to please.
Eliya smiled warmly and congratulated them on their kill, then sat cross legged in front of the fire, to keep an eye on dinner. It was cooking well and would soon be done.
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