[b] Lord General Walden of the Renshi 24th of Midyear Senchal[/b] Walden and the other members of his Renshi stood dressed in nothing but commoner’s rags and clothes, attempting to blend in well with the locals of this place. He knew the Khajiit had far too good of night vision to attempt to sneak through the city unseen, and as such they would have to hide in plain sight. They were in the city now, in the market. It was past midnight, though Walden wasn’t sure by how much. More Khajiit roamed the city at this hour then they thought, and this made them nervous. Still, they walked through the city towards the slums, the poverty infested under bowls of the city. They seemed to intimately know the path they walked and where they went. Yet as they did this thing the moons of the sign slowly aligned, and the light coming down on the city from the black heavens grew slowly brighter, and brighter. Lord Estermont knew they had little time now to make their move, and he hoped the Captain of the Ship wasn’t a coward, or they were all dead men. As they reached some unassuming raggedy shack in the deepest parts of the slums, it appeared if only for a brief second that a third moon would rise high into the sky, entering into this eclipse with its siblings. The light would grow bright enough to force any who would look to turn away, then quickly died down until it was only a large globe in the sky once more, seeming to radiate light. Walden kicked his boot harshly against the wood of the shack, and it exploded inwards with force. Rushing inside, he found a Khajjit woman laying on her side in the middle of the floor, multiple cubs suckling at her tits. Both the mother and the cubs were still wet and blood, covered in juices. It hadn’t been very long at all. “Hey! You’re not supposed to-“ Came the cry of a male Khajjit, the lion of the house. Yet in one swift turn, Walden’s dagger would seemingly glide into his hand, and with a swift spin, the dagger found itself planted squarely in the throat of the giant pussy. Walden had a mask of nothing but cold, calculating, brutality. As if he was disconnected from his actions, and was capable of anything in the name of the Dominion. He knew he would feel bad for these later, killing innocents, abducting babies, yet he had to believe it was for the good of the Realm. He had no other choice. Several Renshi stepped inside, and quickly found the cub they searched for, the mother made weak attempts to stop them, but she was so weak and tired that she wasn’t a serious issue. Walden decided to leave her alive, so that someone may take care of the remaining cubs. [i]’I may not be Divine, but I’m no Daedra.’[/i] Walden thought stepping outside the house with his objective and men. They would walk briskly down the street, yet as they were about to turn, Walden saw several Khajiit guard go into the apparently burglarized shack. It wouldn’t be long at all until the entirety of Elsweyr knew what had happened. They took twisting and confusing alleys through the city, constantly heading East, further out from the slums and closer to the docks and market. Yet as they exited the slums into the relative safety of the market, he found the ship several hundred feet away in the docks, anchor already hoisted and ready to set sail. Approaching this escape ship back home, he more heard than saw a group of Khajiit guard step out from behind them in a alley way. “Hey, you! What’s in your arms?” Called one of the four Khajiit. Sweating slightly, the young Altmer carrying the mane looked petrified, as if he had already been caught and sentenced to Death. The young Renshi and Walden locked eyes, and knew what to do. The boy took off towards the ship, while Walden turned around and threw his dagger in one swift throw. It landed in the eye socket of a Khajiit, and he dropped to the wooden dock immediately. “Run!” Yelled Walden, causing the two groups to leap into action. The Renshi would sprint down the docks towards the ship, with the guards in hot pursuit. Walden was glad they had a mixed-race unit as well as commoner’s rags. The Southern Khajiit would have no idea who they were. Yet as they reached the ship and leapt aboard, the Khajiit did manage to tackle and apprehend one of the fleeing Renshi, taking him into custody. It was a young Bosmer that they caught, and he fought wildly to free himself from their grip and somehow make it to the ship with his brothers. Several other Renshi prepared to go back for him, and Walden had the most brilliant idea of his life. “Fuck the Legate! We need to go! NOW!” Walden screamed, pushing back the Renshi as the boat took off into the night. Turning back, he found the young Bosmer had given up hope for life. Though the Khajiit had managed to stop him from escaping, they couldn’t stop him from taking his own dagger, and slitting his throat with it before them, dying on the docks as well. The Mane was abducted and the Southern Khajiit would think that the North and the Empire had done it. Not a bad night after all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [b]Lord Regent Orthos of the Royal Fleet 24th of Midyear Alinor, Summerset Isles, Capital of the Dominion[/b] Five shady looking Altmer knelt before the Throne of Summer, with the Lord Regent placed comfortably atop it. He looked serious and cold, like usual. The people missed the charm and youth of Aelid, not this staunch formality that Orthos brought, even if it was familiar. “You lot are some of the most despicable, cunning, and slippery mer I have ever had the displeasure of knowing in all my days. Combined, you lot have more spies in the Isles than anyone else alive.” Orthos cleared his throat, almost as if in preparation for what he was about to say. “I’m afraid it has come to my attention that this Dominion will never survive without an Intelligence Agency to coordinate both our strikes and resources. You five will be the Founding Fathers of the Order of Whispers. Have you chosen a Grand Whisper? “ Orthos eyed the kneeling men, waiting for one to take his place. “I shall be he. My name is Kalanar, Lord Regent.” Spoke a younger looking elf, standing before him. He had devious and cunning eyes, with a subtle creep about him that reminded Orthos of those with ulterior motives. He was perfect. “Grand Whisper Kalanar, I would have you begin establishing your Headquarters immediately, as well as establishing contacts throughout Tamriel.” Orthos said sternly, before turning to sit down on the Summer Throne. When he had, the newly found Whispers were gone. [b]Actions: -Newborn Mane kidnapped by Renshi agents, and then framed on the Empire! -Order of Whispers is founded on the Isles.[/b]