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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:27 am
Among Killers and Shadows
Quest Giver -- Factions: Fighter's Guild and Dark Brotherhood
Location: Fort Crowhaven
Mission Specs (Dark brotherhood): A minor noblewoman from the Morrowind house Hlaalu, Nerethari Cuiarel, has asked her old friend in the Dark Brotherhood, Reh'Zheel, for a favor. Members of the former Crimson Scar guild of assassins have been spotted at Fort Crowhaven. These men and women are heretics against Sithis, and must be destroyed completely. The entire area and the very keep itself are under the control of a viscious Nord warlord known as Torvel Molten-Hammer. Nerethari wishes for the Brotherhood to infiltrate the ranks of the Fighter's guild, who have also been commissioned (by Nerethari) to take control of the keep, and seek out the members of the Crimson Scar. They are to be slain upon contact, and the Brotherhood is to make good on their escape, not revealing to anyone outside the Brotehrhood who they truly are. A contingent of Fighter's Guild forces has been sent from Hammerfell as reinforcements- they are expendable.
Objective 1: Find and dispose of the Fighter's Guild contingent from Hammerfell.
Objective 2: Infiltrate the Fighter's Guild ranks and join the attack on Fort Crowhaven.
Objective 3: Find and dispose of the remaining Crimson Scars in the Fort. Use the attack as cover. DO NOT BE DISCOVERED.
Walk with Sithis, brothers and sisters.
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Mission Specs (Fighter's Guild): Loyal and virtuous mebers of the Fighter's Guild: You have been commissioned by the Lady Nerethati Cuiarel of House Hlaalu to rid the land of wrongdoers! The Nord warmonger, Torvel Moten-Hammer (a notorious villain wanted for the burning of several villages in Skyrim) has been spotted in Fort Crowhaven, to the West, North of Anvil. The Fighter's guild has been hired to attack the warlord and reclaim the fort in our name! Lady Cuiarel's reasons are personal, but she hinted at some very serious harm her family and house have come to, caused by this fiendish Nordic madman. A contingency of warriors from the Hammerfell chapter of the Fighter's Guild has been sent to assist you and provide reinforcements against Torvel's forces. Make the guildmaster proud!
Objective 1: Wait for reinforcements before assaulting Fort Crowhaven.
Objective 2; Attack the Fort.
Objective 3: Kill Torvel's right hand, Ilsa. Beware- Ilsa is a notorious and skilled swordsman.
Objective 4: Reclaim the keep in the name of the Fighter's Guild so that we may turn it into a guild hall to keep watch over the border to Hammerfell.
For the Emperor!
Please note: Your character must be in either the DB or FG to take part in this quest. If they are in both then you must choose a side. This may have later repercussions. Characters may start their posts by preparing for their tasks, likely at their guild. This part shouldn't last long.
xxxSigned Up mad xx
(DB) Jaydine (Eliya)
(DB) Sparow1450 (Illumus)
(DB) Dr. H. Lecter (Nathaniel)
(FG) Confused Insanity (Bareok)
(FG) IamLoco (Eneas)
(FG) DuskMoonFlower (Emane)
(FG) Millenium Joker (Brugesh gro-Salek)
(FG) Reqiuem in Mortis (Bale)
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:35 pm
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DARK BROTHERHOOD
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"Friends, family... my brothers and sisters... we are all gathered here tonight with the blessings of the Night Mother, under the watchful eye of our beloved Dread Father, Sithis. We are gathered here to discuss a matter of utmost import. As you Listener, as our Mother's right hand, I come to you with a plea for help. A dear friend of mine and fellow family member has come to us asking for a favor of bloodshed." said Reh'Zheel, his raspy, reptilian voice resounding through the stone hallways of Chorrol's Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary.
"As you know, each digit of the Black hand is allowed a.... a nail, a claw, if you will. We call these extensions, our private soldiers, Silencers. A noble lady of one of the great houses of Morrowind, Nerethari Cuiarel of house Hlaalu was, at one point, a Silencer. MY Silencer. With the Mother's blessing she left our family, but has requested my help. it would seem her sense of duty is not yet extinguished...." said the lizard, clearing his throat loudly and unfurling a scroll he had hidden within the folds of his robes.
"Nerethari has discovered a base of one of our old enemies, the Crimson Scars, here in Cyrodiil. As members of our Brotherhood, I request your help in this, a personal matter. While there is no golden reward, I don't have to tell you that having the Listener in your pocket is more useful than coin."
Clearing his throat once more, Reh'Zheel addressed the crowd once more with renewed vigor.
"Brothers and Sisters! We must EXTERMINATE these Crimson Scar vermin! They are a blight upon the name of Sithis! They are abominations against the Night Mother! And they must be eradicated completely! This is your mission, my family! DESTROY THESE RATS! WHO WILL HELP THEIR LISTENER IN THIS MATTER OF UTMOST URGENCY?"
Turning to the large, unnatural doorway that served as the entrance to the sanctuary, Reh'Zheel posted a rolled-up scroll onto the wall nearby.
"Details shall be posted here, my family. Those few that decide to help me in this, meet me in the training hall when you are ready."
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FIGHTER'S GUILD
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The Master of the Fighter's Guild, Vilena Donton, slowly walked down the small flights of steps that led from the tip top of the guild hall to the entrance, several scrolls of parchment clutched in her hands. Slowly, she posted one of the unfurled scrolls onto the door of the guildhall.
"Modryn, please, take these scrolls. Send a scout and inform all guild heads in the country about this mission- it is a matter of the highest priority, and it could help us secure a foothold near Hammerfell."
"Yes, guildmaster." said the Dunmer, relieving the old Imperial from her burden as he set about his task.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:44 pm
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Dark Brotherhood Message
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A minor noblewoman from the Morrowind house Hlaalu, Nerethari Cuiarel, has asked her old friend and master in the Dark Brotherhood for a favor. Members of the former Crimson Scar guild of assassins have been spotted at Fort Crowhaven. These men and women are heretics against Sithis, and must be destroyed completely. The entire area and the very keep itself are under the control of a vicious Nord warlord known as Torvel Molten-Hammer. Nerethari wishes for the Brotherhood to infiltrate the ranks of the Fighter's guild, who have also been commissioned (by Nerethari) to take control of the keep, and seek out the members of the Crimson Scar. They are to be slain upon contact, and the Brotherhood is to make good on their escape, not revealing to anyone outside the Brotehrhood who they truly are. A contingent of Fighter's Guild forces has been sent from Hammerfell as reinforcements- they are expendable.
Objective 1: Find and dispose of the Fighter's Guild contingent from Hammerfell.
Objective 2: Infiltrate the Fighter's Guild ranks and join the attack on Fort Crowhaven.
Objective 3: Find and dispose of the remaining Crimson Scars in the Fort. Use the attack as cover. DO NOT BE DISCOVERED.
Walk with Sithis, brothers and sisters.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:53 pm
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Fighter's Guild Message
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Loyal and virtuous mebers of the Fighter's Guild: You have been commissioned by the Lady Nerethati Cuiarel of House Hlaalu to rid the land of wrongdoers! The Nord warmonger, Torvel Moten-Hammer (a notorious villain wanted for the burning of several villages in Skyrim) has been spotted in Fort Crowhaven, to the West, North of Anvil. The Fighter's guild has been hired to attack the warlord and reclaim the fort in our name! Lady Cuiarel's reasons are personal, but she hinted at some very serious harm her family and house have come to, caused by this fiendish Nordic madman. A contingency of warriors from the Hammerfell chapter of the Fighter's Guild has been sent to assist you and provide reinforcements against Torvel's forces. Make the guildmaster proud!
Objective 1: Wait for reinforcements before assaulting Fort Crowhaven.
Objective 2; Attack the Fort.
Objective 3: Kill Torvel's right hand, Ilsa. Beware- Ilsa is a notorious and skilled swordsman.
Objective 4: Reclaim the keep in the name of the Fighter's Guild so that we may turn it into a guild hall to keep watch over the border to Hammerfell.
For the Emperor!
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:23 pm
Emane Anarion Health: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Guildgate
Mood: Nostalgic/Unsure
xxEmane was standing out on the docks of Anvil staring out at the dawn on the open sea. The soft ocean breeze went straight through her, her raven hair danced in the wind as her eye's moved across the horizon. It had been so long since she had last seen the sea. Her lip's parted only barely as the images of the dead bandits she had gruesomely murdered in the name of revenge for her parents flickered through her mind. Finally Emane closed her eye's and and moved away from the beauty of the site. As she walked back towards the gates into Anvil, Emane saw that the only people out were fishermen. It comforted her in a way to know that there were still people around her. She had a silent fear of being left alone. She had a burning desire to be around life.
xxFinally reaching the gates and entering into the city of Anvil. There was quietness in the air but still some stirrings among the streets as the city slowly came to life. Taking advantage of this time to herself, Emane walked over to the pond with a statue in the middle. She laid down on the grass and stared into the water, going into another trance. She went back the midnight before. She had just arrived in Anvil from the Imperial City. She did not wish to go to the Fighter's Guild that night, instead she went to the chapel. As she entered the grand building there was a sister putting out the candles. Emane walked up to her recognizing the sister. It was Talia, a Breton that Emane had been friends with as they both trained to become Sisters in the Nine Divines Church. They had a lovely conversation and update on how others were doing. Talia let Emane stay the night in the chapel after Emane had given her prayers to the gods. Coming back to reality Emane found that she was smiling. It was good to see old friends especially ones that did not know about her life now.
xxAs the ocean fog among the town started to slowly rise off Emane stood up from her resting spot and walked towards the Fighter's Guild door. She wondered how it would go to meet the members she would be doing this quest with. Emane was still not very acquainted with the Fighter's Guild members and it was her first time in Anvil so it was very much possible that she would have no idea who any of these people were. "Here goes." She said to herself as she opened the door and walked inside.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:08 am
 Eliya ~
Where moments ago many of the brotherhood had gathered in this very room, there were now only a few individuals in black milling about as they went back to whatever they had previously been doing. Eliya stared intently at the scroll Reh'Zheel had just tacked to the wall. This looked to be a promising mission to be sure. Gaining favor in the brotherhood was a good way to advance in rank. The thought of impressing her superiors caused a small smile to tug at the edge of Eliya's mouth.
So. They were to impersonate a fighter's guild contingent from Hammerfell and then take out the Crimson scars at fort Crowhaven. The combined advantage of disguise and surprise would give the Dark Brotherhood an incredible edge over the fighter's guilds-men. How could the mage assassin resist such a tantalizing job? This will be fun.... Eliya's smile grew but she quickly caught herself and composed her face, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. No one appeared to be paying attention to her.
With a small smirk once again on her lips, she turned to exit the main hall, and went to her quarters to quickly retrieve some necessary items. It took only moments for Eliya to prepare herself and then she casually made her way to the training hall. She entered and saw there were a handful of other individuals already there. None of them particularly stood out to her however so she decided to keep to herself and say nothing unless approached.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 12:05 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 watched, silently, from the background. He was ever composed, the picture of what a nobleman should be. To all who looked upon him, he was the perfect gentleman. Anyone who knew him, however, was aware that the opposite was the case. And this new mission? It was perfect. It was as if some being on high has moved things into place, just for him. That wasn't the case, however, he knew that. What god would want him to gain an advantage, after all? But, a bit of violence and favor with the guild? Those were things he simply could not pass up. So, as Reh'Zheel posted up the parchment, Nathaniel walked over, looking it over briefly to ensure he understood the mission. Then, a smirk came to his lips.
"A lot of carnage," he started, "this should be fun." It was no secret that Nathaniel was not the most powerful mage in the guild. Not yet, at any rate. Some day soon, however, he hoped to boast a contingent of spells to make an archmage weep with envy. That day, however, was far away and much needed to be done prior to then. So, hands in his pockets, Nathaniel strode from the room, awaiting the gathering place and the begining of this mission.
Nathaniel owed a great deal to the Dark Brotherhood, mostly because they had helped him when he was alone and hurt, partly because they could get him closer to what he wanted. If he got close enough to the throne, he was sure that the Brotherhood would support him. After all, with a member on the throne? Their power could greatly increase, and Nathaniel would see to that happening, so long as he got aid. Which, he was sure he wold get. But things needed to go smoothly. His plans had to be firmly in place before anything could be done. Patience would win out with this, not wonton violence and bloodshed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:26 pm
 Ilumus thought carefully about Reh'Zheel had said, debating if he should take part. After how the last mission went Ilumus was afraid to ruin the rest and endanger his family. He walked over to the scroll keeping quiet and to himself as he read it, making sure to imprint every detail in his memory. I wonder how many trophies there are, I can collect... or maybe an offering to the guild for my previous failure he thought as his left hand fiddled around with a ring. Ilumus left to his quarters and went straight to his chest. He carefully opened the chest and grabbed what he thought he'd need. He slowly pulled his father's old dagger out of the chest, pulling his sleeve back he put the dagger in a sheath strapped to his arm and locked it in place, before pulling the sleeve over it to cover it. What if they do an inspection and search me... then what the thought echoed in his head before he removed the dagger from the sheath and took the sheath off and put it where any one would put a dagger. He didn't like the idea of change but knew it was necessary, and once again, he needed to change. Ilumus dropped the ring he had into the chest before closing it and locking it. He stood up and left for the training hall. Once he arrived he took a good scan of the room from where he was and noticed Eliya. He felt the need to apologize to her about the last mission. Breaking his rule of not approaching others, he walked to her, "sister... I feel I must apologize about our last mission together... I made a lot of mistakes... and I assure you I will not be making them again, I hope that in the near future you will forgive me fr my foolishness and my stupidity" he said to her, feeling awkward. He was never used to approaching people, let alone talk to them, just used to talking them into leaving him alone.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 7:05 pm
Bareok Kayle
xxxxxxxxxxxxThe sound of hooves were dampened by a light sea mist as the black horse, Poison, plodded along the last leg of Bareok’s journey toward Anvil. The man sat upon his horse, huddled into himself and looking a bit damp and miserable. When he had heard of the mission from one of the messangers of the Fighter’s Guild in The Imperial City, it was a pleasant day and Bareok was feeling a little restless. He wasn’t particularly loyal to his guild, and wouldn’t have taken up the quest unless he was bored or feeling violent. Unfortunately, that day he was inclined toward both tendencies. He had jumped at the opportunity and was paying the price even before he got to Fort Crowhaven. The sea weather never really agreed with him. Or his finery. Thankfully, Selene had convinced him to wear more sensible clothing. With his current attire, he could pass for a minor lord or a merchant. He did have a dark green cloak that covered his body, but the light mist was threatening to soak through anyway. Thankfully his armor was wrapped up in leather and kept safe from the rain. He wouldn’t have to clean that himself when he finally needed it.
xxxxxxxxxxxxThe mist cleared away as he approached Anvil and Bareok was feeling a bit less miserable finally. Yes, the Imperial was now traveling away from Fort Crowhaven, but the man figured people from his guild would meet up in the local chapter before heading out. That's how things were usually done, anyway, though it said nothing about that in the note he was given by the messenger. In fact, there was no designated meeting place besides Crowhaven, and waiting there seemed dangerous, especially if you were the first person there. And, in the chapter house, there was a good change of there being free, hot food and perhaps a bit of wine to be had. That was an opportunity no man would pass up.
xxxxxxxxxxxxBy the time he was handing his horse over to the stable master it was around noon. Bareok yawned, stretching. He had had an early morning: much earlier than he was used to. But he would be fine to fight that day if necessary. His pack slung over his shoulder, he entered the main gates of Anvil, circled the statues and walked to the Fighter’s Guild house. The door he pushed opened confidently. Bareok’s signature crooked grin formed across his face as he pulled down his hood. With a searching gaze, he scanned the room for anyone he knew and, more importantly, a pretty face he could flirt with to pass the time. Of course, he knew all about the danger of a Fighter’s Guild woman. Insult one, and you were quick to get your a** handed to you. They were a tough lot. Perhaps that made things more entertaining.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 7:19 pm
Eliya~
As Eliya stood among the others, waiting, she noticed her fellow brother Illumus enter the room. The mage assassin was mildly surprised when the man approached her, and even more surprised when he referred to their recent mission and apologized. It had been a few weeks since their last mission and though it had been a success, there has been a few complications that had caused things to nearly go awry, and they had been caused by the man she was now talking to. She hadn't taken any of it personally, but she'd noticed that Illumus did. After their mission she'd returned to her studies at the Arcane University for a few weeks and only recently returned to Cheydinhal. This was the first time since then that she has seen or spoken to the dark haired man.
Eliya felt eyes looking at them as Illumus spoke, so she took hold of his arm, and gently led him to the corner of the room where they could speak privately and with less attention. "Ilumus brother, all is forgiven. As long as you learn from your mistakes I harbor no ill feelings towards you." As an afterthought she added something. "I am sure lady Valerian feels the same way." She allowed a small relatively warm smile to make its way to her face. "Do not be so hard on yourself."
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 7:43 pm
"I nearly costed us the mission and our lives and for what?" Ilumus went to fiddle with a ring but remembered he put it in his chest and closed his empty hand. "I know I hardly show any emotion or affection to the others... but I do care... you know what I didn't even consider you right there, you don't want to hear all this you just want to continue on with you day" Ilumus walked away to another corner of the room. He leaned against the corner feeling eyes on him, for it was unusual for him to speak to any one asides from the argonians. Ilumus hated the feeling of being watched and left the training hall leaning against the wall right outside, he puts a hand under his shirt and rubs it against his newest scar. Another lesson I dare not forget he thought to himself and one I will not repeat.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 9:36 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Perfect
Location: Anvil - Fighter's Guild Base
Mood: Bored
xxThroughout the morning Emane had gotten herself settled in with a bottle of old mead in her hand. Most of the members that were living in the guild had gone off to training or to walk about the town by the time it was noon. Still she saw no one would would be leaving on the quest with her. Emane sat on a bench staring out the thick glassed window taking gulp's of her drink every once and awhile. Her mind had wandered off to the journey here. It was a pleasant ride with her Chestnut horse Omni. But once she got into the outer skirts of the Gold Coast things started to get colder. Emane had grown up in an environment that was always raining and cold so it did not bother her that much although, once the wind started up it drove her crazy. One thing different about the sea in Leyawiin from Anvil's was that in Leyawiin there was hardly any strong gusts of wind. She would never have come on the quest if she was not feeling that she needed to do something worthwhile. She had heard about the quest that was going around in the Dark Brotherhood. She considered joining that instead but she was tired of having to hide.
xxEmane shifted her position as she took a large gulp of mead. Her eye's moved over towards the door as she heard it open. A tall dark man entered while pulling down his hood. It appeared odd to Emane as she watched the man from the corner of the next room which had no candlelight and was lit up by the sunlight coming in from the windows. Perhaps he was one of the members that would come on the quest with her. She had been waiting a terribly long while waiting for some form of life that would seem to be on the quest to appear. Finishing her bottle and setting it on the table Emane got up from the bench and walked towards the center room. Without entering into the full burst of candlelight she leaned against the wall with arms crossed. "Please tell me that someone finally decided to show up for this stupid quest. No one bothers to come on time anymore, how does the Fighter's Guild train it's new recruits now days? It must be shameful to see the methods they use now." Emane spoke out loud to herself but enough for anyone to hear. She had her eye's closed with her head leaned back on the wall. Ah, it was nice to stand up from sitting so long.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 7:20 am
 Eneas Sharpe || ●Status: Finished building up tent, waiting●Location: Campsite●Mood:Tired●OOC::3When Eneas arrived in Anvil, he had to take a little time to appreciate the minor changes it had undergone over the past few years he had spent away. Most importantly, however, he wanted to pay his mother a visit near the docks. Since his father had died, who had provided the main income for the family, she couldn't afford to live as extravagantly anymore and it had become visible over time. Not that anyone would dare judge her for it, nearly everyone in Anvil knew the fate of her husband. It didn't take long for the Breton to find his old home. A memory that would never be so quick to fade, especially not after only a few years. It hadn't changed, either. A house of stone and a little wood would last a long time. He looked at the Church's clock before entering to judge the time he would be able to spare before having to go back to the Fighter's guild to meet up, but it would be in vain. Eneas knew how his mother could be during these reunions, and he hadn't seen her in a while. She didn't have the company of her husband over the years, either, so she had been somewhat lonely.
She was constantly holding his hand while they were talking. She never cried, but it showed she was both happy to see him as well as sad since he brought back the memories of happier days, which were now long gone. But it had been her wish to have him study at the Arcane University, and Eneas wasn't sure whether she did regret that choice now. "I need to go now, mother" he said, "I have something to do for the Fighter's guild". He was speaking more softly than he should, he was treating his mother as though she was a little older. The loss had let her age more quickly, but she was still well on her feet. He cupped her hand in his and stood up. "Are you still looking for him?" she asked as he opened the door. "Yes...good bye, now, mother." he said, and closed the door behind him. Only now did he realise how much time he had spent talking. He had a look at the church, the digits of the clock indicating he was too late. Luckily, Anvil wasn't nearly as big as the Imperial City.
He adjusted the claymore on his back, as the strap was slowly sliding off his shoulder as he ran. He opened the door and entered the Fighter's guild headquarters. Many people were here he recognised, which surprised him a little. He had expected the people in the Fighter's guild to change around a little. But he knew that people from other cities were in on the assignment for Fort Crowhaven, even all the way to Hammerfell, so he wasn't surprised to see some people he wouldn't know. He entered just behind a tall man with a muscular build, just as a woman was finishing a sentence. These two were really the only two faces that seemed foreign to him. Scuffling past the tall man, he sat down near the woman, eyeing the two from the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure who they were. Hearing what the woman had said would've probably given him the decisive clue, but for now he just sat there. He had a hunch, that was all, and he wasn't someone who relied on hunches.    At first I was like..................And then I was like...............But then I lol'd
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