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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 3:44 pm
The mage's robes seemed to change from their blueish color to a deep black as he spoke, "Greetings my Dark Sister. I am Gradon Frando, also a Silencer of the Brotherhood." he smiled after he spoke, an evil smile that showed promonetly his fangs.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 3:51 pm
"Come." She said, walking down the hall and into the room at the far corner. She expect4ed she was being followed by someone. Someone from the brotherhood. And if it was a lowly murderer than she wouldn't be to happy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 4:05 pm
Gradon followed, his feet not makeing a sound upon the floor as he walked. He entered te room and examined it. The bed seemed to have a small blood stain, even after many attempts for it to be removed it had hardly faded.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:00 pm
Caius sighed and turned back to his journey. The sun was setting slowly, drawing ever longer shadows on the landscape. He flicked a bug out of his pack and was startled to see another letter. This one was addressed to him personally, as the other had, though this did not look like the Incarnate's handwriting. He still kept the other letter, though he had lived through much of the contents described within it. This was something else. Apparently someone knew he received a letter from the Nerevarine, and that he was not alone. There was a name on the letter written in well, blood red ink. The In of Ill Omen. He had been there before, a nice place really, horrible name though. Shame that. He sighed and redirected his horse to the Inn. He wasn't that far away, and he figured that he might as well show up. There was no harm in looking into things when you were well trained.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 5:55 pm
Seras walked close to Gradon adn whispered into his ear. "We must help Neverine with this quest. You, me, and everyone else she has chosen." She was still afriad someone was spying on her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 6:48 pm
Gradon nodded, and decided to keep things as silent as possable by saying what he ment to say useing a quill and ink. He used the same telekanesis spell as before to write, not wishing to leave any evidence of their passing other than the paper, which would be burned and the memory.
"Yes I agree, though it would be a rather sad thing if I didn't get a reward for my troubles."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 7:54 pm
"What do you want as a reward?" She wrote back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 9:12 pm
Nothing you could provide my dear Sister. And I didn't mean a reward from you eather.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 9:20 pm
Seras nodded and walked out of the room, motioning for Gradon to follow. She went threw the trap door and to the Inn keeper. "Thank you for your help. If anyone else comes in here looking for me, well, you know where i'll be." She said, giving him another bag of money.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 9:30 pm
Gradon followed and closed the trapdoor. He gave a warning glare and an evil smile,one that showed his fangs, to the inn keeper as well. It was a subtsuail threat but the Inn keeper didn't miss it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:01 am
Seras laughed and walked out the door. The night was still young. Her killing had just begun. She waled towards the woods and dissapeared in the darkness. Not careing about Gradon. He would still see her. Then she slipped closer to the roads, still in the woods. Even the animals didn't notice she was there.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 12:10 pm
Gradon moved silently and peacefully through the woods. He followed Seras's movements with a life detect spell. He also saw another life aura. From what it looked like it was a man on horse back. Proably a legain soilder patroling the country side, Gradon figured.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 10:40 am
The nevarine? why would she be working with them? I better get back to oldeinal...
Lysander snuck from his hiding spot up the ladder and out the door, he ran as fast as he could to get back to the sanctuary before day break, when he got there, he had to wait for oldeinal to be found, he must have still been sleeping.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:18 pm
Marcus entered the inn.
"I received an unmarked letter from someone wishing to meet me here, do you know of anyone who may wish to meet with me?"
The innkeeper looked up.
"Yes, it was a somewhat dark figure, I couldn't tell whether it was male or female, as if they walked in a shroud, and no matter how much I looked at their face I never saw them, but their voice was that of forboding and evil, I fear speaking of them even now, and they gave me this message to give you."
Marcus thanked the man and ordered a pint of mead, sat down, and opened the letter, it was written in archaic scroll, the writing of the Nords of Skyrim, but not Nordic writing, it was Windspeaker writing, he had never witnessed true windspeaker writing, but it was in his blood and heart to understand it. And each word dissapeared from the paper as soon as he read it, but he did not notice, the message was tantalizing.
"You were too late, but only by moments, I know where you are, and I know where you shall be, do not seek me out, for I watch you, and I will speak to you when I deem you are worthy."
The note crumbled to ashes in Marcus's hand, and he looked around suspiciously, he stood, drawing his sword. He wasn't visible to the innkeeper, because he was in a secluded corner, but he felt as if eyes watched him either way.
"What magical trickery is upon me? Have I been cursed? Do not bait me and forbode of dark words and days to come with your magical messages, coward, strike me if you dare!"
Marcus should not have been foolish to dare Seras to strike him, because she did, she had returned to the inn, invisible by magical means, and she struck him with an open palm, only when her palm touched him did he see her, and she was beautiful, his breath was taken away just by looking at her, but he felt her evil, and he feared her, just as his ceremonial leather armor cracked under her hand and he flew into the wall, his breath was still gone, but not from the blow, which somehow had not harmed or even shocked him, but still by her striking beauty, and eyes as mysterious as the Ayleids themselves. He stood, and she was gone.
Marcus ran out of the inn, searching for her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:44 am
((Don't say anything Kyle. I gave him permission to do that))
Seras laughed as her summon had greeted Marcus. She took a left, disappearing ito the trees. After a few minutes she came to a clearing an lit a big fire. Knowing Marcus was following her. She sat on the edge of the light. So as she could still be seen. But only if you wanted to see her.
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