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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 12:27 pm
Attention Warriors & Mages Alike!The Fighter's and Mage's Guilds have come together in search of individuals willing to venture after a criminal who recently escaped the Anvil Jail and fled the city. He is known as Daenlin Brallion, leader of a petty smuggling gang, and he took with him an Imperial Guard as hostage. The convict has been spotted at Brina Cross Inn, directly North of Anvil and is believed to be hiding out in Hrota Cave, where he has rejoined his gang of Bosmer thieves and smugglers. Something must be done, and the guard is stretched too thin as it is. So the Mage's Guild and Fighter's Guilds have stepped in, and implore the generous nature of some talented adventurers,to please come forward and assist us and your city in resolving this matter as soon as possible. Candidates should report to the Horse Whisperer Stables outside the Northern Anvil Gate Fredas the 16th, at 10am sharp.Quest DescriptionQuest Giver: Both the Mage's Guild & Fighter's Guild
Location: Anvil, Hrota Cave.
Objective/Directions: Adventurers will start at the Horse Whisperer Stables, North of Anvil. There will be an escort from the Mage's Guild as well as the Fighter's guild and they will lead the group to Hrota Cave. From here the party will be expected to explore the cave and eliminate any of the gang they come across, including the escapee. In addition to this, they must do their best to rescue the hostage who is a female Imperial Guard. Once every gang member is dead (and the hostage rescued) they can return to the Anvil Fighter's Guild for reward. (If a character is a part of the Mage's Guild, they have the option of returning there instead.) This quest IS open to anyone, regardless off their affiliated factions, but only individuals in those respective guilds will be able to move up in their faction.
Expected Resistance: Various wild animals on the way to the cave and outside the cave, approximately ten normal bandits (gang members), two bandit mage's (miniboss), and one Bandit Leader (Boss - Escaped Convict) and his three pet wolves within.
Rewards: 250g each, reduced to 125g each if the hostage is killed. Other loot and rewards will be revealed at a later point.
Other Information: - It is expected and preferred that the Hostage does not die, but rather returns with the group to Anvil. In the unfortunate event the hostage does die, the gold reward for each member will be cut in half.
Signed up:
1. Eliya (Mage's Guild Escort) 'Jaydine'
2. Rogal gro-Gar (Fighter's Guild Escort) 'Sadist Sedated'
3. Oineros 'Imperator Gnome' REMOVED
4. Amantae 'Dee - Lamour interdit'
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 1:00 pm
 Eliya ~ Unsuccessfully the redheaded Altmer swallowed a yawn. Mentally Eliya chastised herself for staying up and studying so far into the night before. True she'd had an Alteration exam bright and early this morning, but cramming for a test last minute was not something she'd normally choose to do. As of late her adventuring had for the first time in her life begun to interfere with her studies. Of course in one aspect this was a good thing -- she had begun to make a name for herself and as a result was becoming well known within certain circles. However, the fact that her frequent 'trips' took her away from classes had become more of an increasing problem in the past several months.
The strikingly beautiful elven woman snagged a couple books off of her bed and dumped them into the knapsack she planned to take with her on her next trip -- which was very soon actually. This one hadn't been planned, but when the University had requested she do her part to help out the Mage's Guild in Anvil, how could she refuse? If there were one thing Eliya most definitely was, it was ambitious. She'd help them out so it would make her look good, and add to track record of accomplishments, not because she felt it was 'the right thing to do' per say. Using a telekinesis spell to drop another book into her bag Eliya did a quick mental check list. Having not unpacked from her return to the University only the day before, packing would be minimal. As it was she just needed to throw in some fresh clothes and perhaps a few objects for her studies. Yes, she planned to study during this trip....as for when, she was not yet sure. All she knew was that if she was going to keep up her adventurous lifestyle then it required making certain changes, adaptions really, and one of them would be to study voraciously while not in combat.
Again Eliya yawned, and with irritation she abruptly stopped packing and went to her potion cabinet. She always kept a good stock of potions for anything, many students didn't, they said it took up excess room which was unnecessary since one could, at any time visit any of the alchemy labs scattered around the campus. But Eliya preferred to keep a good stock on hand, despite what others said. She liked to be ready for anything. Out came a silver bottle of respite, a mild one at that. After having stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, and getting ready to travel all day, for the next several days until she got to Anvil, a pick me up was definitely needed. She drained the small bottle's contents, relishing in the rejuvanation she felt instantly surge through her body, then proceeding to quickly finish packing.
It didn't take her too long to reach the stables outside the Imperial City, and after she greeted Apollo with a bright red apple they headed out on their three day journey to Anvil. During this time Eliya was able to successfully study and prepare herself for another exam that would be waiting when she returned. It was late into the night when the Altmer woman arrived on the doorstep of the Anvil Mage's Guild. She managed to find a warm bed and crash for about six hours before awaking the next morning. Over breakfast she familiarized herself with the instructions and details of her quest. Eventually 10 a.m. came and she found herself at the Anvil stables, awaiting the others. According to the roster she'd been given there would be three more joining her. One escort from the Fighter's guild, and two volunteers. For the job before them, Eliya hoped it would be enough.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 1:45 pm
 Oineros No matter how powerful the mage or competent the warrior... A knife in the back will seriously cramp his style. He wasn't against Anvil in general principle. It just had the uncurable flaw of not being the Imperial City, and that was plain unforgivable. True, it was probably one of the better cities in Cyrodil, right behind Skingrad if truth be told, but it was still a place he didn't really want to be. He also wasn't against marching, slogging, trudging, or any synonym that meant a long miserable walk in general. They were perfectly fine things to occur to other people, and no doubt many famous and rich people had done it in the past. Oineros just had problems when he was the person doing the trudging, marching, or anything that involved moving great distances from his bedroll in the Arena Blood Works. What he was against was having very little money, in general principle and specifically applying to him. That probably explained why he was marching to Anvil which was just about as far from the Imperial City as he could get. At the very least he had been lucky enough to hook up with a trading caravan on its way to Skingrad, and from there a second caravan helped him to get to Kavatch. Unfortunately he was all alone walking to Anvil. He spent most his time studiously not thinking about how he was the kind of target he would have loved in his bandit days. These positive thoughts got him to the Anvil Stables. There the nine divines and various daedra took pity on him and made sure there was a real beauty of an elf waiting. He could only assume this meant that he would be in good company on the quest, but instead of immediately seducing her he decided to follow tradition and get the one thing foot sloggers everywhere desired. He marched over to the most comfortable thing he could find, in this case a barrel to sit on. "Well, that was an uneventful but strangely miserable walk," he immediately declared.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 9:09 pm
During his time off from active duty in the Imperial Legion, Rogal happily continued to serve the Empire in any way he could, usually working for the Fighter's Guild. It thus came as no surprise that when word spread of a convict escaping from the Anvil jail, and taking an Imperial Guard as a hostage, Rogal eagerly volunteered himself to rescue the guard and bring the criminal to justice.
By happy coincidence, Rogal was already stationed at the Fighter's Guild in Anvil. After rising early in the morning, eating a wholesome breakfast, and doing some morning practice and exercise, all according to his schedule, Rogal walked out the city gates to the stables, to meet up with his three other comrades before they all made their way to the cave that the criminal fled to: Hrota Cave.
Approaching the stables, Rogal saw two other out of the ordinary figures: one a High Elf woman, the other an Imperial man. Everyone else around the stables was either working there, doing business, or standing watch, and so Rogal assumed that these two were two of his three fellow adventurers.
Fully clad in his heavy steel armor, no one would be able to tell he was an Orc, until he spoke in his distinctly Orcish voice. "Hail," he said to the two of them. "Are you two here waiting to pursue the brigand in Hrota Cave?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 4:48 pm
I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen, I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing.
Here in Cyrodiil, there were good days. The sort of days where everything felt like it was, back in Valenwood. The days where she felt like she had actually reason in being here un Cyrodiil. Those were the days when the dark brotherhood, who had taken her rank when she failed to kill the emperor of Tamriel, treat her as she was once. But today, like most days, was not one of these days. Amantae Tyruun was down on money and to no surprise, the dark brotherhood had very little to offer her jobs wise. So, Tyruun was forced to take jobs where she could, usually ones that involved killing someone with stealth, and today was one of the few days when she actually had work. In Anvil there was a job for her, not set by the Brotherhood, none the less it was to bring her money.Taking the fine iron bow from the dingy dresser, which seemed to be emitting a rather suspect odor, Amantae set off from her rather vile abode she'd found herself in.
The task at hand? Ridding some hold of some bandits that had captured some woman of importance. The most she actually knew about the task was that she was meeting the others by Anvil stables. Many would think this as a bad thing, as having a lack of knowledge on the situation put them at a disadvantage. Amante, however believed the opposite. Knowing who this woman was to the fighters guild, plus any others involved, could put her in danger of refusing the offer and what was the point of that? That's why she liked the Dark Brotherhood, they just gave out the crime of the client and the patron, rather than handing out names for her to straight up refuse. Other factions, to her knowledge at least, had no such courtesy. They were all happy to give out the name of those they were escorting, as to prevent any surprises.How utterly pathetic.
Being that Amantae had already been in Anvil, getting to the stables was no hassle. Although she was advised to seek out the fighters guild beforehand, she had already given them a name, was that not enough? Showing her face would mean revealing her armor, revealing her true faction loyalty to the Dark Brotherhood and no moral man wished to see that their task had been carried out by a cold blooded killer. Surely one of the two escorts could agree that she had indeed done the work? No matter, killing people, regardless of their race, was what Amantae Tyruun was good at. Things Amante were good at, were things that Amantae enjoyed. By no means was she evil in personality, but rather demented in her mind. Should he get his grubby hands on her, it was likely that Miss Tyruun was to be bound to Dementia in the shivering isles rather than traveling to places like Sovengarde with the nords.
Upon arriving at Anvil's rather under whelming stables, Amantae was faced with the others on this quest. Which would make it seem that Amantae was either late, or the others were all early. To keep her sanity, Tyruun went with the latter. Miss Tyruun smiled and bowed to the group," Amantae Tyruun. I assume that you three are those that I am to travel beside on this 'adventure' of sorts?" Leaning back onto a bail of hay, Amantae quickly noted that the high elf before her was also in the brotherhood to, as Amantae had remembered seeing her on many an occasion. Luckily for Amantae, it would be near to impossible for Eliya to remember Amantae, at least as the sanctuary in Valenwood would. A mages guild associate in the Dark Brotherhood was rare and slightly worrying. I mean, weren't you supposed to promise never to kill in that faction? But Amantae knew nothing, with her not being gifted at all in any sort of magic that the old gods had given them, Either way, Eliya was her better and she was to respect her at all costs. Even if this blurred her chances of seduction.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 10:36 am
Eliya ~
[[ooc- would everyone please not post in a font less then 10?]]
Eliya looked up as a tall dark haired man approached and plopped down on a nearby barrel, exclaiming about his walk. He was decent looking and appeared to be of Imperial descent. He wore light armor and his face had small lines that made Eliya think he often wore a lazy smile on his face. "Are you one of the volunteers heading to Hrota Cave?" The redheaded Altmer's voice was neutral, though her gaze carried some disdain. She needed at least one heavy armored warrior, hopefully the escort from the Fighter's Guild would be a fierce warrior. Before she could catch his answer, Eliya's attention was drawn to another individual approaching. This warrior had a full set of steel armor and when he greeted them, his voice was unmistakably one of an Orc. Thank the nines, this must be the other escort.
"Yes we are. I assume you must be the escort from the Fighter's Guild?"
Clad in her enchanted robes, Eliya was very aware she looked the part of Mage's Guild escort. "We await one more and then we can be off." Even as she finished the words, the mage assassin's green eyes caught those of another approaching figure. "I believe this might be she." The woman seemed vaguely familiar to Eliya, as if she might have seen her several times in the marketplace or University. Eliya nodded slightly in response to her bow and verbalized an affirmation of her words. "Yes, and now that we are all here we can set off. For those of you who do not have horses, the Mage's and Fighter's guild have agreed to cover the cost of their rent, provided they are returned by this evening. Should they not be returned by this evening, they will assume to have been stolen, so I suggest we not delay."
With that, Eliya untied her white stallion, Apollo and hefted herself upon him with ease. She awaited for the others to follow suit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:38 am
Oineros No matter how powerful the mage or competent the warrior... A knife in the back will seriously cramp his style. Adventurers weren't a very imaginative bunch. His time among the bandits had been full of people telling stories, speaking in so many different ways. His time among the smugglers had let him into a much more varied and diverse subculture. Even the short amount of time he had spent among the Arena fighters had introduced him to some strong personalities. So far, the professional adventurers seemed to be the most lackluster of groups he had spent time with. Consider this. The red headed beauty -emphasis could not be placed strongly enough of beauty- asked him if he was heading off to Hrota cave to gallantly save the hopefully buxom imperial gaurdslady who had been kidnapped. Her voice was silk, or perhaps he was letting her looks color a thoroughly neutral and unremarkable sentence. Probably the latter. She was gazing at him with swirls of competeing love and lust in her eyes, or perhaps he was daydreaming to cover up the hurtful disdain she had actually regarded him with. Or perhaps he was reading too far into a simple question because of the small amount of skill he had in abusing language and communication. Either way. He chuckled and replied, "Volunteer? That would mean I'm doing this for free. No, I'm merely a nearly broke man who marches where others tell him. Just so happens that I was told to march to Hrota Cave." There was more conversing he wanted to do, and perhaps a small amount of seduction that wishful thinking wanted to happen. Instead, a wall of steel and metal walked up. From inside came the voice of an Orc. The voice came with all the enticing primal fire that Orcs embodied, with strong hints of strength and masculinity. Orcs were his favored race when he had the desire for something like that. At least, they were his favorites right behind Dremora. Hmmm... Dremora.Not really the soul of wit though. The Orc repeated the question that the elf had asked. To be fair, he hadn't heard the elf asking the question, but it was still... Annoying. "Actually, I am one of the brigands from Hrota Cave, but I decided to switch sides and eradicate my foul bretheren when I saw the beautiful people that were going down to kill them," he said, waving a hand between the Orc male and the Elvish female. He also, very deliberately, winked at the Orc. Just for fun. Just as he had finished his reply to the orc, yet another elf arrived! Correction, yet another elven beauty arrived! She then ruined it by asking the exact same question that the other two had asked. This was distressing because elves were the race he favored for wit and grace. He was too depressed to give her a snappy comeback. He merely shrugged. The fact that they would be riding to their destination on horses, provided free of charge no less, lifted his spirits. He immediately made his way to one of the provided beasts, and immediately remembered that he had never ridden a horse before. He then carefully managed to swing himself onto the saddle, and promptly decided to not do anything stupid anywhere near the beast of burden. So now they had their party. A pair of elves as archer and mage, and a great big orc as a meatshield. The stereotypical core of any group, with him as the wildcard waiting to be played. Should be fun.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 9:27 am
To Eliya's greeting, Rogal responded, in typical loud Orc fashion, "Yes, I am the escort for the Fighter's Guild!"
To Oineros, Rogal was slightly taken aback. He had not expected that one of the bandits would defect, and even less expected that one would admit to it outright. Rogal also, being slow-witted and naive, could not catch on to sarcasm very well. "Well, I'm glad you've seen the error of your ways. This is surely a good start on the road to forgiveness from the Nine," he said. He was smiling, although no one may be able to tell from under the helmet of his. Oineros' wink went completely unnoticed.
As Amantae arrived, Rogal met her greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Amantae! I am Rogal gro-Gar, escort for the Fighter's Guild on this mission! And I look forward to working with all of you to bring these outlaws to justice!"
Rogal then went to the nearest worker at the stables and explained he was on a mission for the Fighter's Guild and should have a mount waiting for him. The worker did not seem to need much convincing that the steel Orc before him was indeed part of the Fighter's Guild, and brought to Rogal a great, strong white horse, as Anvil's stables were known for. After some help from the stable hand, Rogal managed to climb onto his horse and, after thanking the man at the stables, brought his horse by the other two already on their mounts.
"May I ask you your name, sir?" Rogal said, turning towards Oineros. "And you, madame?" as he turned to Eliya.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 1:05 pm
"Although I would love to take them up on their offer of a free horse, I have my own."
Amantae had but few things, most of them being what she wore and drew blood with, and her horse from Valenwood was something she kept dear. The horse, which stood proudly by the stable gate, was of a grey to almost black shade, his mane white in color and his eyes of a fire orange tone. This was the horse whom proudly galloped across the vast landscape of Valenwood, killing those who dared to attack Amantae or itself. This was the one creature that stood by her side when Amantae caused great embarrassment for Valenwood's Dark Brotherhood. Azura, nicknamed so after the daedra herself, was the horse that the brotherhood had given to her when she achieved the rank of listener. Unlike most of the things she was forced to leave behind, Amantae kept Azura. Azura was, as she still is, Amantae's most treasured friend.
It was then that, unlikely as it was, the Orc introduced himself before any of the others. "Rogal gro-Gar, it is such a pleasure to meet someone so able and so polite at the same time." Then he spoiled it and mentioned justice. The only time justice and Amante Tyruun would ever come in the same sentence was when justice found itself upon her. Don't get her wrong, Amantae is no evil jackass who kills random children in the village, that's morally revolting. Amantae is just an assassin, and a damn good one at that.
So the woman who was in charge, or so she made it seem, and the rather attractive man across from her had yet to introduce themselves? That was odd, considering that both Amantae and Rogal had given them the pleasures. Not that pleasures and business were supposed to go together.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:50 am
Oineros No matter how powerful the mage or competent the warrior... A knife in the back will seriously cramp his style. He sat uneasily on the horse, trying very hard to remember every little scrap of information he had ever learned about riding the large beasts. The horse seemed to be very uneasy with having such an inexperienced rider sitting on it, and made it alot harder for him to remember exactly how one was supposed to ride a horse. He muttered a steady stream of expletives as he calmed the horse down, and finally managed to gain some small degree of comfort from his steed. Peace and quiet was shattered by the rumbling bass of the orc being distorted by his tin hat. He gave the orc a pleseant smile, mostly so that he wouldn't antagonize the nearest being that could rip his arms out of their sockets. "I'm a big fan of forgiveness," he said, his hand very subtly brushing against his scabbard, "I've had so many friends forgive me in the past that I would have to be wouldn't I? I pray that when I stand before the nine I can tell them that I've forgiven all my enemies." He kept his voice pleseant, but it was still semi obvious that forgiveness really meant a sword through the tender bits. Still, not nice to antagonize the Orcish meatshield. Especially when they would be adventuring together, and that went double if he tried to sleep with the brute. Though, given the orc's pious attitude that would be highly unlikely, not only because it represented a taming of the orcish primality that he found appealing... but also because he found devout worshippers of the divines annoying. He glanced over at the mage woman, and sighed. "I suppose I'll let you have the pleasure of introducing yourself last. I have the dubious pleasure of being Oineros Lycius. Always looking for work and someone to share it with," he said, introducing himself at last. This time he winked at the elf with the bow. Just because he could.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:41 am
Eliya ~ The Imperial man's unexpected laugh had fit with Eliya's initial analysis and had been more of annoyance then a surprise. Eliya disliked being corrected, and thus her orbs had narrowed when the dark haired man replied to her query. Her green eyed gaze had then shifted to the Orc and back to the tall human as sarcasm thickly laced his reply. She didn't seriously consider his words as genuine, obviously someone who had done things against the law wouldn't boast about it. But then again perhaps the man was less intelligent then most. Eliya's jade eyes had met his gaze in passing to rest on the final addition to their group. In the brief moment their eyes had met, she had seen not just intelligence, but cunning. This Imperial put on a certain air about him, but the female elf was not naive. She'd decided to keep her current thoughts to herself and carefully keep an eye on him. There was a extremely rare possibility he could be telling the truth, and planned to ambush the group once they got to the cave. He could have tipped off the gang. The scenario was unlikely, but not dismissible.
Apollo neighed impatiently and stomped his right hoof against the ground indicating he was ready to be off. The mage assassin forced herself to the present. "I am Eliya, the Mage's Guild escort, and now if introductions are complete we have a criminal to arrest, and a soldier to save." Kicking her white stallion, Eliya set off for the Hrota cave. Irritation coursed through her elven veins, why, she couldn't exactly pinpoint, and that only irritated her further.
The group of rescuers traveled for about forty-five minutes before finding themselves at Hrota Cave. Located slightly off the main road, the group was able to tether their horses to some trees, hidden from the view of the cave entrance. At the cave entrance was a single sentry. Quietly the group dismounted their horses and Eliya immediately whispered out orders. "Amantae, take him out." Her gesture to the women's bow was self explanatory. They needed to stealthily take the guard out before he had time to warn anyone within. Though Eliya was tempted to take of the sentry herself, the obvious choice was a swift arrow.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:01 pm
"Although I would love to take them up on their offer of a free horse, I have my own."
So the mysterious man was called Oineros Lycius. Funny, she'd heard that name somewhere before. She wasn't all too sure where or when, but she could recall such a name. At the end of this introduction, that seemed almost honeyed up for them, Lycius decided to wink at the ever flirtatious Amantae Tyruun. Hopefully, unlike most men, Oineros wasn't flirting simply for the chase because, like it or not, Amantae was a great lover of one night stands with strangers. "Sweet cheeks, after we survive this encounter with these bandits, why don't you shimmy that cute behind to the inn down the road. I'm sure that I can be quite accommodating," she replied, winking at the end.
The journey to the cave was only forty-five minutes or so, giving Amantae good time to study the others in the group, and a rather enjoyable ride on her ever so precious Azura. Although life as an assassin was that of solitude, having Azura had gotten her through a lot of her time in Cyrodiil.
The group seemed to come to a halt, just meters away from the actual cave. It was then that Amantae took her chance to oversee the area. There seemed to be but one sentry guarding the front entrance however, as the caution always stood, Amantae assumed that there was a large possibility of this one being a trap. When Eliya gave her orders, which were very straightforward, Amantae saw no reason to reject them." It would be my pleasure," she whispered, taking her bow from her back and drawing her first arrow. Amantae tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes as she did so, to get a better view of her target. As the arrow was drawn back to its furthest reach, Amantae let go, setting the arrow off in the direction of the guard. As if it were in slow motion, Amantae watched as the arrow pierced through her subject's upper left chest, sending him falling to the ground. "After you," she finished, talking to anyone willing to listen.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:22 pm
After reaching the cave and disposing of a bandit standing guard, Rogal dismounted from his horse. Amantae invited any of them to be the first to enter the cave, and as much as Rogal would love to volunteer himself to lead the charge on the thugs, he had learned from his ventures that sometimes a charge wasn't always the best way to get things done.
"Well, I'm not much for sneaking," Rogal said to the group, "so if we want to go in without them knowing, someone else better go in first. But I would be happy to take the lead if that's not important." He brandished his steel mace and shield, figuring protection would be more important on this mission. He could always switch them out for his warhammer if it turned out they needed to do more damage.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:16 am
Oineros No matter how powerful the mage or competent the warrior... A knife in the back will seriously cramp his style. He had almost forty five minutes to ride in silence with Amantae's last 'suggestion' in his head. That was forty five minutes more than any man wanted to have a suggestion of that sort in his head unfufilled. Eventually he managed to pound out his plan of attack. Take the long view, string her out, and leave her as the one trying to cope with lust and desire. He could applaud any plan that managed to give him both physical pleasure and some form of dominance over his partner. His train of thought was ended when they actually reached the cave. They all dismounted and tended to their horses, and he got to watch a beautiful placed arrow take out the sentry. He snapped her a wink as he moved up to kneel by the (probably) dead sentry. The arrow was high in the chest, and was most likely an instant kill. Just to make sure that the man wasn't just unconscious he took his iron knife from its boot sheath, and with a bland smile efficiently slit the man's throat. Rogal brought up the question of who should go in first. He decided that the conversation would be dreadfully incomplete without his contribution. "My idea of stealth is convincing everyone that we do in fact belong in this cave, and it seems to be a little late to do that," he said as he patted the corpse. He paused long enough to clean off his knife and return it to its proper resting place. "Rogal and I should take the lead with the two of you sneaking as quietly as possible behind us. When we hit a larger room split off to the sides as the Rogal and I draw everyone in," he stood and moved besides the orc. He gave the man a friendly pat on the lump of metal that he could only assume contained a shoulder. "Then, while they are distracted you two lovely ladies can begin raining fire and arrows on them. I trust that you won't have bad enough manners to accidentally kill us."He paused, just for a second. "Of course, this is only if my plan meets with your approval," he said as he smiled and gave Eliya a half bow. A perceptive individual would notice that it was the same smile he had used when slitting the man's throat.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 11:48 am
Eliya ~ The Mage's Guild escort nodded in approval as Amantae swiftly dispatched the sentry. The other woman's grace and execution with her bow was impressive, and not for the first time did Eliya consider the thought of taking up archery. And where would she find time in the hecticness of her schedule? She'd have to make time, and that right there was probably why she had yet to do so. Perhaps one of these days....
Rogal, the Orc spoke up immediately after Amantae', offering to take the lead. Eliya opened her mouth and was about to snap at the seemingly dim witted man, and say, 'of course its important you oaf!' but instead she decided to take a deep breath. The last time she'd gone on a task for the Mage's Guild she'd ended up extreme enemies with a certain Dunmer....she should try to get along with everyone this time around. If for no other reason, then just for her appearances within the mage's guild.
The Imperial man went ahead and spoke in the absence of Eliya's thwarted words, unfortunately his take on the matter only further increased her tension level and it was everything the redheaded elf could do not to sarcastically bite someone's head off. Her slendar hands had involuntarily formed fists as they lay against her sides, hidden in the folds of her robes, and it was with quite the mouthy internal monologue she forced them to relax. Wasn't it just typical of men to want to rush in and attack without any thought to stealth or strategy. The whole point of stealth was, well stealth. To sneak up and attack your enemy before they had a chance to fight back. To gain an upper hand. NOT to follow behind some loud clambering armored idiots."Why don't we just invite them all out here to duke it out", she grumbled to herself internally.
Rain fire and arrows? Who did this impetuous young man think he was? And who did he think she was? Was he so racist that he assumed because she was an Altmer or a mage, that she was familiar with the school of destruction and could just summon forth fire? Granted she could, on a very simplistic level, but it was rude for him to assume so. His plan of attack was going to get them killed. The temptation to say so was overbearing, and normally that is exactly what Eliya would have said. She would have told him he was an idiot and then taken lead, but that seemed to be a reoccurring theme in her missions. She took the lead. Granted every time she lead a mission it was a success, but she was getting sick of it, and sick of being around these partners already.
Whatever. He would find out quickly how well she could fight, without magic. His assumptions would be his undoing. Calm yourself, Eliya, you're both on the same side. The mage assassin's eyes glinted as she argued internally." For now...." Even as Oineros concluded his orders with a slight bow, as if offering them up to the Altmer, Eliya adopted a questionable smile, "no promises,"she said in a tone that made it difficult to determine whether she was serious or joking. "By all means, please, lead the way." There was a layer of sarcasm within her words and she didn't try very hard to hide it.
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