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Ilumus saw the way Eliya looked at him, She doesn't like me... even when I watch her back... how can I trust some one who can't trust me? he thought as he watched the rest of the carnage, reminding him all too well of the attack on his village.

Once the battle was over he strapped his bow to his back and carefully dropped down from branch to branch, finally jumping off the last one, landing, tumbling on the ground. He gets up and brushes himself off, How many honestly trust me? It seems only the argonians do, even then, no one here knows me... they don't care to know me, why should I them!? his thoughts started to become violent and he shook them off.

He watched as the fighters were burned, it ate at him bringing back even more memories of his village. He kept quiet and to himself bringing his right fist to the left side of his chest and murmured some words. He prepared himself in one of the armors, and like every one waited for further instruction.

He listened as Eliya spoke, her words cut themselves deep in his mind I will be sure to report the excellence of your work this day, the words echoed in his head, She decides who looks good or who looks bad, no matter how bad SHE looks she could make ME look bad because that's what every one expects of me now, my accepting this mission has made me a target within my own family, as this thought was going through his mind he moved closer and closer towards her, walking silently following behind her. Images of him pulling a dagger forced their way into his mind.

There he was behind her, as she looked at the sky, all he could imagine doing was pulling that dagger of his out and striking her down when she least expected it, instead moved out of the way for two eager members to run to her, asking for a job to do. He wanted to say something, after they had left, but remained quiet. He watched as the two came back with food they had gotten, then looked at her for a little while longer wanting nothing more than to remove a threat to him and his reputation.

Finally he broke the strange silence "I am not your enemy... but I find myself less and less your ally... I watched your back when no one else would, when you... foolishly left yourself open... when some one saved me from a situation like that... I spent a good portion of my life... to repay her... and show her my appreciation... I never gave her that ungrateful look you gave me... stop expecting me to put a dagger in your back... before I start expecting you to put one in mine" he starts to walk off but turns around and continues "As for you reporting what goes on, I know what you'll do... and you'll do what anyone here would... make some one else take the fall for their mistakes... make themselves better... I warn you now... I will not take the fall for your mistakes... or anyone else"

With that Ilumus was done and he felt a little lighter, he walked over to where he was to rest, further from the camp sight, hidden from every one's sight, beneath a tree. He looked up at the moon, and felt a sudden calm. He leaned back against the tree to get some rest but not sleep, not just yet.

Bareok Kayle

xxxxxxxxxxxxBareok was quiet throughout the journey to Crowhaven; a little too intimidated and annoyed with their Orc leader to act his normal light-hearted self. There was the occational murmur from him as he spoke with his steed, the great dark beast swiveling his ears back to listen to his master's speech. Bareok was fully aware that the animal hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about, but it was the soft voice that he was listening to. It was good to keep Poison as calm as possible when having to deal with the armored Bareok on his back. The horse could get very irritable, very quickly. While hilarious, Bareok didn't think it was such a good idea to let Poison get irritable enough to pick a fight with one of the other horses. Say, the big paint the Orc was riding. The idea was amusing enough to let Bareok's face fall into that familiar grin he always had and was, up until now, lacking.

xxxxxxxxxxxxWhen they stopped at the foot of Crowhaven, Bareok wasted no time in dismounting and pulling the saddle off his horse. He vaguely heard the leader give them each watches throughout the night. He wasn't looking at the Orc to see him pointing at him when calling him "Daisy," but he guessed that it was referring to him. Bareok didn't bother to give the grizzled man his real name; he doubted that he would ever be called anything but Daisy for the rest of the campaign. Unless he proved himself somehow in battle. Thankfully, he didn't really care about the Orc's opinion of him. He was too big and nasty to do anything about anyway.

xxxxxxxxxxxxThe saddle pulled down to the ground, and the blanket set out on a rock, Bareok rummaged through his bags and pulled out a carrot. The root was proffered to the anxiously waiting beast, who crunched on it contentedly. The Imperial didn't bother tethering down his mount. He knew Poison wouldn't go far, and anyone who tried to steal him would regret it for the rest of their lives. Poison taken care of, Bareok settled himself against a rock and began eating some of the trail rations he brought. He wasn't looking forward to that night in the open. Mostly because sleeping in his armor was next to impossible. "Anyone want some cheese?" he asked abruptly, holding the partially covered chunk. It was pretty fine stuff. He himself stole it from his father's cellar. Not that his father cared what he took or would even notice.

Ilumus listened to her calmly as she had listened to him, thinking that it was unfair of him to just say what he had to and not give her a chance to speak for herself. When she was done he stood up looking at her, then looked to the moon. "I'm sorry... I let my rage get the better of me" he went to fiddle with a ring, then looked to his hand remembering he took it off and put it away. "You're not a bad leader... I'm just a bad follower... our last mission... was my first were I wasn't paired with a Shadow Scale... it threw me off..." he took a deep breath then sighed.

"Just because we're considered brother and sister under Sithis... doesn't mean we actually are... even then siblings are known to hold grudges or even hate each other... and the look you gave me after I shot the first arrow, and then the second... that was the same look my brother would always give me when I was little... every time I killed a little animal and he had to bring me back home... I can't help who I am, I never chose to be this... but I am... I'm just tired of all the hate... I'm tired of having close to no one to trust or who even trusts me... do you know how much it hurts when your parents reminded you every day of your life how they would have been better off with out you, or when your only brother constantly denies being related to you, or how's about when the family that adopts you seems disgusted of you, using you like a tool, only to cast you back into the shadows until they need you again? I'm a killer and even a family of killers hate me! I'm not going to let my emotions jeopardize this mission... I'm just going to do what I'm good at... then crawl back into what I've come to call a home"

He felt odd, suddenly not knowing what to say or do. "I'm sorry... you didn't deserve anything I said to you earlier... I'm just going to have to get over the past... and I guess this is how I'll do it". He drew his dagger and held it by its blade holding it for Eliya to take "no mistake goes unpunished... just a deep cut will do... something that will scar"

He waited for her to take the dagger "preferably not the face... if you don't do it, I will... just doesn't leave as much of a reminder". He slightly tightening his grip on the blade.

Ilumus thought of what she had said and he looked to the moon "forgiveness... over punishment..." he thought of the village attack and lifted his hand up, holding the dagger and looked at the dagger, he closed his hand on the blade and tightened his grip, then pulled it out of that hands grip, cleaned the blade of his blood and put it away. 'Forgive and forget... I refuse to forget what he did... and I'm sure she'll understand if I told her... maybe even help me... should I... tell her now?' he looked to where he last saw her.

Ilumus looked at his bleeding hand 'I feel... the same... punishment no longer helps' he bandaged his hand and walked to Eliya's tent, hoping to find her there. 'I'm sure she's done talking to me... but I need to know more... I need her help'

Emane Anarion



Health: Perfect

Location: Gold Coast - Crowhaven

Mood: Bored


xxAs Bareok offered everyone cheese Emane shrugged and took a piece. Cheese wasn't her favorite thing in the world and she had better foods in her bag but why not take free food when you can get it? It saved money and kept a full stomach for longer amounts of time. It surprised her that Eneas did not take any food. Perhaps she was the only one who thought this way. Emane laid back onto her elbows as she took a bite out of the cheese and stared out into the land. Already she was bored and hoping that the reinforcements would get here soon. If it were up to her she would have already taken off to go engage in battle.

xxIt was quiet and taking forever for her to get drowsy and fall asleep. As the time passed by Emane had covered herself in a thin blanket from her roll out bed. It was not cold just chilly. Being next to the sea did that. Finally while sitting up and staring not at anything in particular she felt her eye's get heavy. Her back now aching she leaned back onto the roll out bed, her head resting on the small far from fluffy pillow. As her eye's watched the starry sky above her with half open eyes she saw a shooting star run across the sky in less than a second. A slight smile came to her face and she finally closed her eye's all the way. Within a minute she was fast asleep.

[opps sorry.]

[ooc- joker, just to be clear I have thus far been referencing another handful of brotherhood members in addition to the actual three being r'played. I just thought it was more realistic.]

After Eliya had spoken to Illumus she'd spent some time alone in the woods reflecting, before eventually making her way to her tent. She'd slept surprisingly well and awoke at the crack of dawn. Her and the other brothers and sisters of the Brotherhood efficiently made their way to the camp of the Fighter's guild, near Crowhaven. As they drew near and dismounted, a large orc who was obviously in charge, asked if they were the reinforcements, to which Eliya gave only a nod. Internally she was thinking, 'no of course not. We're just wearing these contingent uniforms for the heck of it....' She kept her sarcasm to herself however as she quickly noted that the veteran warrior didn't seem like he had a sense of humor.

She said nothing as she watched him size each one of the assassins up, apparently not too dissatisfied with what he saw. Eliya listened carefully to the warrior's instructions, pleased that her team wouldn't be separated, and would actually have the advantage of sneaking in the back. This was more perfect than the orc could begin to imagine. She leaned forward and gazed intently at the map, instantly memorizing it. This map would provide quite the advantage indeed. Eliya gave a smart nod as the general threatened and then dismissed them.

Seeing that he seemed to be done talking for the time being, Eliya took the opportunity to glance at the fighter's guild warriors that were gathered. Three stood out. Two men and a woman. She wanted to talk to her fellow brotherhood members about the plan, but it would have to wait until they were alone, right before they attacked. In the mean time they needed to act like they were from the Fighter's Guild in Hammerfell. Eliya stepped away and sat on the ground, her back against a tree, not far from where her horse was tethered. She withdrew a dagger and began whittling a piece of wood that would soon turn into one of her numerous throwing knives. She hoped none of the warriors would engage her. Her eyes flitted about discreetly as she kept an eye on her assassins. It would not do for one of them to blow their cover. The result of such a blunder would be nothing short of disastrous.

((If I screw up, feel free to let me know. I skimmed the thread to have an idea of what was going on, so this is essentially me playing catch-up.))

Balamaethor "Bale" Calminaion
Ranger- Apprentice of the Fighter's Guild
The Gold Coast- Crowhaven
Better Late Than Never

Bale had received the notice of the quest at the Guild Hall just after the main group had left; he had returned from a Goblin hunt, the blood of the foul creatures still upon his armor. After cleaning up, a brief rest, re-stringing his bow and selling the loot he had taken from the mine they were holed up in, he had left the Guild Hall for Crowhaven. The fact that night had fallen did not phase him- he had hunted moonlight many nights in Skyrim, and though he did not possess the gift of Night-Eye, he had slightly better vision in the dark than most.

The march through the wilderness of the Gold Coast was a rather lonely and damp one. Though he did not need it, he lit up a torch to guide his path- he did not want to wander into any unexpected drops or creatures, after all. He had heard the rumblings of a bear in the shadows, but it either did not take notice of him or simply was not interested. As he marched, a fire was faintly visible in the distance.

Finally, after what seemed like an all-night march, he came upon the campsite. The leader of the group from the Fighter's Guild, an Orc, had just finished a rather passionate speech. He crossed to the group, extinguishing his torch.

"I apologize for my lateness. I am Bale of the Fighter's Guild, Anvil Chapter. I arrived at the Guild just after you had left, so they directed me here to Crowhaven." He gave a small bow out of politeness- an act that any other Nord would consider awkward. The men of Skyrim were not known for their politeness in combat, after all.

"You have my sword and my bow, sir. Where would you have me?"

Eliya didn't look up from her intentful whittling as Nathaniel joined her nearby, away from the others, and spoke. "Indeed." The Mage Assassin allowed a smile to curl her lips slightly at his dark words. If only things could always be solved with violence....it would make things very efficient. She said nothing however at his following words, finding no need to.

When Illumus joined them and spoke quietly in reply to Nathaniel's words that he had apparently overheard, Eliya still said nothing. This changed however when Ilumus spoke again. Married? Eliya stopped whittling. Slowly she turned to look at the other assassin, her eyes glittering dangerously. "You. Did. What." It wasn't so much a question as it was a statement, each word clipped and precise. There was no mistaking Eliya's displeasure.

With calculated deliberation she stood up and put her tools in her pocket, her eyes not leaving the other man's. "Listen carefully because I will say this only once." The redhead spoke quietly so that no one but Nathaniel and Ilumus would hear. After all, she didn't want to raise attention to them.

Though quiet, there was no mistaking the threatening tone of her words. "You had better think twice before doing something like this again. If you ever again pull a stunt like this, you will not find me so forgiving. I strongly suggest that you pray to all that is holy that this does not become a topic of interest." There was an unspoken 'or else' that lingered, having no need to be verbalized. Eliya's green eyes flashed with anger. How dare he make such a blunder? Who invented such an excuse to get out of talking to someone? This was the last thing she needed. More complications. Really! This job was like babysitting children! It took much self control for Eliya to keep from igniting a fireball and sending it to his nether regions.

With a glare Eliya spun and stalked off in another direction, eventually taking a seat, close to a Fighter's Guild woman. (Emane) By the time she sat she had composed herself and once again began whittling a throwing knife. The only indication of the frustration that bubbled beneath the surface was the way her hands angrily worked.