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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 3:17 pm
 ((OOC Jaydine: I thought I was clear on that- that when I mentioned reinforcements, I meant a force almost 7 strong- roughly half of that of the main attack force along with Brugesh, Bareok, and the other OC players.))
Player: Brugesh gro-Salek Health: Perfect Mana: Perfect Fatigue: Perfect Mood: Impatient/Eager Action: Talking, Directing battle preparations.
"You have my sword and my bow, sir. Where would you have me?"
The large Orc general turned to the new voice, a flash of rage showing in his eyes before he realized the words belonged to a Nord.
"Bowman? Hunter? Hmm.... Not very common in an attack on a reinforced keep." he said respectfully, noticing the bow slung across the man's back. "Stick with the Hammerfell contingent- your ranged skills will benefit us more from a stealthy position rather than up front. Is that clear?"
Not waiting for the Nord to answer, Brugesh turned to address the reinforcement contingent.
"People. This archer here will be going with you. He can be of use in accomplishing your side of the mission. Any questions?" rumbled the Orc, the skulls tied around his belt rattling with every footstep.
As he addressed the troops, Brugesh kept a close eye on the sun- soon it would be time to strike, and if it were up to him, the casualties would be at a perfect nothing for the Fighter's Guild.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 7:44 pm
Balamaethor "Bale" Calminaion
Ranger- Apprentice of the Fighter's Guild
The Gold Coast- Crowhaven
Health: Perfect
Mana: Perfect
Fatigue Perfect
Status Enhancements/Ailments: None
Bale nodded as the Orc gave his orders. "Rest assured, General, I will not fail you." With that, he turned and walked to the group from Hammerfell. Sitting down on a large rock near them, he began looking them over.
The reinforcements consisted of an Imperial, a Breton and a High Elf. Fantastic, he thought to himself, masking a scowl of distaste at the Altmer, I'm stuck with a bloody Elf. Something about the trio seemed a bit...... odd to him. The Imperial actually seemed more stuck-up than the Elf, who had walked away to sit with someone else. The weren't like any other Fighter's Guild members he'd seen.
The Guilds of Hammerfell seem to have rather odd standards for their recruits, he thought to himself. He simply said nothing, but kept an eye on them. Something about them just didn't sit right with him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 1:24 pm
Bareok Kayle
xxxxxxxxxxxxThe morning came far too early for Bareok, an Imperial who was used to sleeping in until the sun was high in the sky. Sure, he had had many a late night or had been interrupted in the middle of his sleep, but he always had the whole morning to recover. This time was different. Probably for the first hour of the morning he was staring around in a blurry stupor, watching with heavy-lidded eyes peering through locks of tousled midnight hair. Even when the contingent from Hammerfell came Bareok’s consciousness barely kicked in. They mostly kept to themselves and seemed rather hostile anyway. He registered the orders from the Orc that were violently given but barely paid attention beyond where he was supposed to be.
xxxxxxxxxxxxFinally he began to shake himself awake, pulling his hair away from his face and gathering it back up into the green bit of string he always had it in. Just as he was beginning to rummage through his saddlebags for a bit of food, a very beautiful redhead Altmer approached them and sat down silently. He had noticed her before sitting with the other people from Hammerfell, but she didn’t seem very happy with them. One in particular seemed to irk her the most. By the way she was whittling whatever it was in her hand he thought that she was trying to kill it. He blinked at her before his mouth spread into his signature grin and he pulled out what was left of the cheese he had from the night before.
xxxxxxxxxxxx”I agree.” He said in his manliest voice, “That brooding fellow isn’t worth your time. Us from the anvil contingent? Much less annoying. Unless you believe that Orc over there.” He gestured toward Brugesh, who could probably hear what Bareok was saying. “Want some cheese? It’s very nice stuff, eh, Miss Anarion?” She had been the only one to take him up on his offer last night. “I’m Bareok Kayle, by the way.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 2:07 pm
Emane Anarion Health: Perfect
Location: Gold Coast - Crowhaven
Mood: Bored
xxEmane had been silently watching the reinforments ever since they came. For some reason they seemed slightly familiar. The way they held themselves. Almost as if...her trail of thought came to a stop when she saw the redhead coming towards her and taking a seat by her side. Judging by the way her hands were working the elf was very irritated. Emane shot a glance back at the group the elf had left behind. They did seem like a group of people who would get on your nerves after awhile. Just as she was about to speak to the woman at her side Bareok spoke. Emane shot a fiery look back at him. "I already had your cheese last night I think that is quite enough." But then she noticed that he was probably going to try to make a move on the redhead next to her. So to save the poor girl from this grizzly beast she would send him away. "Go check up on the others. I'm sure there is someone here who brought less food than they expected and would love to have some of that bitter cheese of yours." Her words came out caring but her eyes said otherwise.
xxAfter giving him her orders she turned back over to the Altmer. This time she recognized the woman. She couldn't quite put a name on the face until she stared at her for a good minute. "I didn't know you were in the Fighter's Guild Eliya." Emane spoke with a bit of a laugh. It was nice to see someone she actually recognized. She was having a hard time putting herself with the rest of these pests that call themselves true fighters. She didn't know what to think though of Eliya being here. She had thought she was in the Mages guild not the Fighter's so something must have been up. Emane leaned in a little closer to the redhead. "Couldn't stay away from me could you?" She said with a joking tone.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:54 am
 Eliya ~ Eliya whittled furiously at the wood in her hands and then realized that she needed to compose herself, so the ferocity of her work lessened. She hadn't paid any attention the woman or man she'd sat down next to, (so had her anger distracted her), so when the nearby male voice said something about cheese and introduced himself, she ignored him, hoping he'd take the hint to leave her alone. The last part of his sentence however caused her working hands to halt abruptly. Did he just say -- Eliya's eyes whipped up from her hands to look at the man. And then as she turned to look at the woman, she heard her voice.
Emane? She numbly watched as the brunette woman strongly suggested he take himself elsewhere. Thankfully he did* and then the two women's green eyes met. At Emane's words Eliya quickly found her eyes darting around to make sure that no one was close enough to listen. The man with the cheese was walking away and appeared to engage in conversation with someone. If they spoke in subdued voices no one should hear them. Eliya brought her jade orbs back to the woman. "Emane." The redhead's voice was quiet and strangely enough, calm in such a way that did not reflect the panic that was clutching her chest like a tight fist. A bit of panic may have made its way to her eyes though.
"I could say the same about you. " Eliya knew she hadn't answered the other woman's comment and desperately wanted to keep the topic off herself, but that was going to prove impossible. She decided to improvise while she figured out what to do. "It's been a while since we had that mission together hasn't it?" Eliya and Emane had first met on a mission where they cleaned out bandits from an ayleid ruin. They hadn't thought much of eachother at the beginning, but by the time they were done they had held grudging respect for one another.
What were the odds that someone from the Fighter's Guild had actually recognized Eliya? This was definitely not something she had prepared for.
*[sorry for controlling bareok!]
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 6:37 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfect
Location: Gold Coast - Crowhaven
Mood: Mischievous
xxEmane laughed at the sight of Eliya's panicky eyes. She leaned back to give the Altmer more room to breath. "Yes it has, I wasn't expecting to run into you again. Not to mention that you're the reinforcements from Hammerfell." Emane said with a flash in her eye. It was obvious that she was gaining in on the elf but Eliya wouldn't exactly know how. It is true that Emane had heard about the Dark Brotherhood quest to infiltrate the Fighter's guilds ranks, and Emane knew for sure that Eliya was not from Hammerfell so it left no other option but that Eliya was in the Dark Brotherhood. Before telling Eliya though that she had nothing to fear and that Emane too was in the Dark Brotherhood she would play with her a little bit.
xx"Oh Eliya I must tell you all about what has been going on since the last time I have last spoke with you. The Fighter's Guild has been getting such poor recruits, none of them exactly know what they are doing and believe they are the hero in everything. You of course must know about this unless it is different in Hammerfell. Please do tell me of what goes on in Hammerfell, I have never been out that way and would love to know what the wild life is like and what the people and cities are like." She said with a warming smile towards the redhead beauty. She was curious to see how the woman would answer the questions.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 7:53 pm
 After Eliya had blown up at Ilumus he looked at Nathaniel and couldn't help but smile, "She's trying to change me... it's not working" he looked over to Eliya 'there's nothing you can do to me Eliya our guild prevents it... as long as I don't hurt or compromise you, I am safe... I tried explaining what happened-' he stands up '-and you act as though I've done it intentionally... and threatened me... prepare yourself' he started to make his way towards her but was stopped by the same man he had lied to. He tried to convince the man to leave him alone but the man kept questioning him about why Ilumus's so called wife left him in anger, "She doesn't like it when I talk about me dying, I tell her the what ifs but she only wants to see the positive outcome of a successful mission with no losses" he smiled on the inside not having to lie for the last part of that sentence, "I'm just going to fix my wrong, so if you'll excuse me" he said and was glad that once again he talked the man to leaving him alone, it started to worry him how much of an interest in him that the man had. He looked back to Eliya and saw that she was with one person less but still had one other person to be audience 'if only you were a shadow scale Eliya... I wouldn't be having this problem... but since you're not and you've threatened me' he ended the thought there as he made his way towards her. Pleased that no one had interrupted him on his way over to her, he kept a nice normal face and smiled warmly as he walked over beside Eliya and gently put a hand on her shoulder, "what are you both talking about?" as much as he wanted to he prevented himself from painfully squeezing Eliya's shoulder and kept the soft, gentle grip he had.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 1:36 am
((Just my attempt at conversation.))
Balamaethor "Bale" Calminaion
Ranger- Apprentice of the Fighter's Guild
Gold Coast- Crowhaven
Health: Perfect
Magicka: Perfect
Fatigue: Perfect
Status Enhancements/Ailments: None
Bale was gifted with unusual patience for a Nord- most would have been bored to death by this waiting. His people weren't the most patient type, which is why they were usually warriors. He simply drew his claymore- rather ornate for a steel blade-, and looked it over. It had been recently repaired, and as such bore no signs of wear and tear. The blade's polished surface reflected the early morning light, and he could see himself clearly in the blade. After inspecting it for about a minute, he returned it to it's scabbard on his back.
So far, he had mainly kept to himself. He didn't know any of the others from the Anvil chapter very well; he had perhaps talked to them in passing, but he mostly went between Guild Halls looking for contracts. However, he heard the conversation between the Altmer and a female Imperial turn to the Guild's recent recruits, and how they weren't exactly the cream of the crop. He couldn't help but agree. He slowly stood up, and crossed over to the two women, as well as the man that had joined them.
"Cyrodiil's Fighters Guild is too lenient with it's acceptance policy. They'll take just about anyone who can swing a sword for money, without the slightest regard as to whether or not that person has any skill. It may not be my place to say this as an Apprentice, but I've seen recruits who couldn't fight a Goblin if it had both arms tied behind it's back."
He gave only a passing glance to the She-Elf as he spoke; his attention was more turned to the Imperial. "In Skyrim, we don't have that problem. We Nords are given dull swords and clubs as playthings when we turn five, and we're expected to learn how to use them. It's why we're known as such fierce warriors."
He didn't consider how it might have seemed for him to butt in the way he had- he wasn't used to working with others. Plus, Nords just naturally weren't conversationalists.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:02 pm
Eliya ~ Eliya was nothing short of extremely confused when Emane began to talk about the fighter's guild and in turn asked the Altmer about Hammerfell. Surely the woman didn't actually think she was from Hammerfell? But then again... the last time they had been together Emane had shown up late and missed introductions....Eliya didn't recall exactly, but perhaps it was possible she'd never specified to the other woman where she was from? Either that or....no. She couldn't could she? Could she be a member of the Dark Brotherhood? Though it was was possible Eliya found this extremely unlikely. Who would choose to side with the Fighter's Guild instead of the Brotherhood?
Internally Eliya shook her head, while outwardly she gave a half smile. "Oh you know, it's about the same as out here. Nothing special. " Eliya waived off her answer as if were boring and unimportant, actually glad when Ilumus interrupted. His tone and face were friendly and the mage assassin was glad to see he was acting well. His hand on her shoulder however was a move that she had to force herself to keep from reacting to. Her initial reaction at his touch was to reach around with her other hand and quickly snap his wrist as she flung him over her shoulder, however with great discipline and reluctance she kept herself from doing just that. Instead she calmly reached for his hand and slid it off her shoulder and stepped a foot away. Nothing drastic, just obviously indicating she did not wish to be touched.
Eliya unfortunately however found herself without a reply to his query. She absolutely did not want to continue the conversation she was having with Emane. As she quickly tried to think of a topic to switch to, a fighter's guildsman approached the trio and began to speak. Eliya gave a fake chuckle at his mention of lackluster recruits, the wheels in her mind spinning as she tried to figure out a way to manage the situation before it got out of control. She wanted nothing more then to walk away from the conversation entirely, but that was simply not an option.
She could direct the conversation to Ilumus, but she didn't want to do that either. After the blunder he'd made only minutes ago she had little faith he wouldn't say something that might give them away.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:39 pm
Ilumus's smile dimmed slightly when Eliya removed his hand from her shoulder, but he truly agreed with her decision and knew it would play to his new story with the man he's trying to get rid of. A troubled marriage with an upset wife, leaving him to attempt to fix everything. He waited a while for Eliya to answer his question, then when guessing that it wouldn't happen he opened his mouth to say a few words only to be cut off by some one else, before he could say one. A Nord who had walked over to them, Ilumus kept his killing urge beneath the surface keeping his same disguise in check. He listened as the man spoke highly of Nords in Skyrim and lowly of every other fighter in Cyrodiil. Ilumus didn't really feel comfortable being in such a large group with people he hates and was thinking of a way to get himself out of it, and judging by Eliya's body language she wanted out as well. He wasn't amused when the fourth person decided to join them, but couldn't help it and smiled, "It would also explain why Nords are known as not very bright... I'm just messing around with you, my name's Wolf" he laughs holding his hand out, though the insult was truly how he felt he showed no signs of it, keeping a nice smile on his face, but quickly pulled it back, "Oh... Eliya, Nathaniel and I wanted a few words with you... alone" he started to split from the group walking towards Nathaniel. He hoped Eliya would pt aside her internal anger towards him and play along by following as well.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:32 pm
 I could set your world on fire.
Are you strong enough to leave your doubt?Nathaniel didn't even try and hide his amusment at the stupidity of his ally. He openly laughed, though he made sure to steer clear of the angry 'leader' of their team. As things unfolded, he leaned agaisnt the tree and looked over at the brutish orc in time to hear the worst possible news. There was going to be an outside on their little team, then? He frowned and looked at the orc. Part of him wanted to simply tell the green skinned b*****d to keep the boy. However, he wanted to keep his teeth, and so his tounge was firmly bit. Through, as the little man went to sit, he started to look over their group. Nathaniel suddenly felt very unnerved. Crossing his arms, the male walked over to Bale and looked him over. He didn't care what the boy was doing, he only cared about stating his opinion.
Nathaniel slowly circled the male, sizing him up like a wolf would a sheep. He didn't have the kind of manners that prevented him from doing so, either. his displeasure was clear on his face, and he stopped in front of the male. "Why," he started, "have we been given table scraps?" He scoffed and motioned dismissivly at the human before turning. "The last thing we need is to babysit a child, here to play." Nathaniel didn't care that Bale was no less than three or four years younger than he was: he viewed almost all as being inferior, and thus a child in comparison. And, truth be told, he hoped that this runt would start a fight. With luck, it would get both of them removed from the mission.
If that happened, he could simply sneak off when the mission started, and they would be rid of a problem. Of course, things rarely went according to plan. Nathaniel would only have to hope that Bale and the orc would react as he expected. While he had an understanding of how the hearts of men worked, there was always room for error... One need always keep that in mind, or you are doomed to fail from the start. Nathaniel rolled his eyes at the male and turned away, walking just to get away from him. "I only hope you don't get in the way. Do so, and it is me you shall answer to." OoC: lol Nathaniel is such an a**
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:15 pm
((It's gotta be awkward, talking down to a guy who's six-foot-two.))
Balamaethor "Bale" Calminaion
Ranger- Apprentice of the Fighter's Guild
Gold Coast- Crowhaven
Health: Perfect
Magicka: Perfect
Fatigue: Perfect
Status Enhancements/Ailments: None
Am I Supposed To Be Intimidated?
Bale chuckled slightly at the man's joke, though it was a hollow one. He knew an insult when he heard one, even one disguised as a joke. Before he could respond, however, another Imperial began sizing Bale up, making remarks that made the previous man's joke seem kind in comparison. The man was making his best effort to be intimidating, and it wasn't working. Circling Bale made him seem more like he was trying to keep out of range of his sword, and the fact that Bale was a head taller than him, didn't help his case.
Something else about the man was off-setting, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Hammerfell was inhabited by Redguards, known to be excellent fighters. This man looked more fit to be a mage than a fighter, and the Redguard were known to hate magic-users. That this man would be accepted into the Fighter's Guild astounded him, and he hated the idea of being stuck with this man. He looked just as likely to stab him in the back as he was to simply run away at the first sign of danger.
Still, he chuckled slightly. "Believe me, the last thing I want is to be saddled with such a scrawny, arrogant specimen of an Imperial. If you are what the Hammerfell Guild deems as fighter material, then perhaps it is proof that they have lost their touch. Perhaps it is you, little man, who should stay out of my way." With that, he turned away from the man, returning to the small hill overlooking the sea and sitting back upon the rock.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 6:13 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfect
Location: Gold Coast - Crowhaven
Mood: Mischievous
xxEmane watched and listened to Eliya speak. Perhaps she was right about it being the same as Cyrodiil but she knew full well that Eliya was not from the reinforcements of Hammerfell. Although liked messing around with her, Eliya had nothing to worry about. Emane would never give away the Dark Brotherhoods plans, unless of course the plans had something to do with hurting herself or another she cared about. Just as she was about to speak a few others joined in on the conversation. This slightly irritated Emane but she let it go. The Nord who spoke did not help Emanes game but there was nothing she could do about it. Once he was done she was ready to give off a hint to Eliya but then what looked also like one of the dark brothers of Sithis came and stole her away. Emane sighed and leaned back on her hands awaiting for them to come back.
xxAs she waited her mind wondered back to the attack on the fort. Not sure how it would go. If the Dark Brotherhood members are found out and Emane is thought to be among them, she would be condemned with them. She needed money more so than in the past now days and it would really hurt wallet if she was kicked out of the Fighter's Guild. As she thought she came to a conclusion that she would aid the Dark Brotherhood in masking them from the Fighter's Guilds members. Perhaps she would help kill a few of their targets for them. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. She liked Eliya anyways so it was also a bit of a favor to a friend.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 7:24 am
Eliya ~ Eliya knew that it might seem odd for the contingents of Hammerfell to talk quietly among themselves, but at the moment the relief at being taken away from the awkward conversation was outweighing any worry. She nodded to the others and followed Ilumus a safe distance aways, where they could speak without prying ears. As they stopped she realized with some surprise that Nathaniel hadn't followed. She turned to look in the direction they'd just left in time to see him and a fighter's guild recruit threaten one another.
Really? really? A bunch of children they all were! Why in the name of all that was holy couldn't they just blend in? That was something these killers were supposed to be good at. But no Nathaniel, draw attention to yourself by threatening fighter's guild members! Eliya's internal thoughts were reflected on her face as she scowled at the tall dark man. She waited for him to get close enough before she spoke, her voice quiet but irritated. "Was that really necessary? In case I need to remind you two, we are supposed to be keeping a low profile."
Arms crossed in front of her, Eliya spun to look over the distance to where the Orc General was. Time was a ticking. She'd had enough waiting around, this was ridiculous. What, was he waiting for the grass to grow long enough for them to attack? "I've had enough of this," the mage assassin said abruptly. "Come on, we'll give the signal to the others. Don't be loud about, quietly so the 'addition' doesn't catch on." She gestured subtly to Bale.
"Split up and meet behind the fort. USE the secretive skills at your disposal." Without another word Eliya disappeared into the foliage. Not much later she found herself crouching behind shrubbery as she surveyed the back of the fort, and eyed the old entrance. There were no outward sentries...at least none by all appearance.
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On the other side of Fort Crowhaven the Orc General gave the signal to begin the attack, apparently having either not noticed the absence of the missing Hammerfell contingent or otherwise assuming they had gotten into position.....
[ooc- considering Joker's last IC post was june 3rd, three weeks ago I am officially moving the quest forward]
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 3:03 pm
Bareok Kayle xxxxxxxxxxxxBareok’s grin faded as Emane replied to his offer of cheese, and completely disappeared when he was basically told to bugger off. Either Emane wasn’t a morning person, or he had said something to offend her. He couldn’t really remember what that would have been, but Bareok was aware that he offended many people, so either options were very likely. Either way, he took the hint and stood to take his cheese elsewhere. As he left he cast an irritating grin back on the two ladies which, if they were paying attention, implied that they wanted to be alone for romantic reasons and he was in on their little secret. They weren’t, of course, but he had to at least try to get back on Emane for sending him off in such a patronizing fashion. This was the reason he tended not to associate with women not already impressed with his father’s reputation. He didn’t like being dismissed. Of course, a change in his attitude would probably help things. He grinned at himself. “Like I’d do that…”xxxxxxxxxxxxHe didn’t try to offer any food to anyone else. Instead, he sat by himself on a rock and began preparing for the upcoming battle. He pulled out his claymore from his sheath strapped to his back and tested the sharpness of his blade. Satisfied, he pulled out a vial of sickly-looking green liquid and pulled the stopper out of it. He smelled it and made a face, but apparently it satisfied him, as he emptied it carefully onto a cloth and began smearing the blade with the thick poison. xxxxxxxxxxxxA quick look up told him that the group of people talking had dissipated, and the contingency from Hammerfel was disappearing into the brush. He checked his blade, nodded to himself, and stood ready for the order to be given to advance. His brain switched gears from what the Orc called ‘dandy’ to a darker state of mind. His signature grin turned manic, and the playful glint in his eyes fled. The Imperial man’s eagerness boiled, poorly concealed in his visage. He swallowed a chuckle that was beginning to form in the back of his throat. Oh, he was ready to wreak havoc in Fort Crowhaven. He was ready to make some people suffer.||Health: Untouched ||Magika: Untapped ||Mood: Murderous ||Location: Front Assault of Crowhaven
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