[IC] Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

[Saarebas]

Tagorn sat back and his chair drinking his jagga as he listened to the Argonian. A small smirk came to his face as the lizard confirmed his suspicion of where the armor came from and that he was indeed part of the thieves guild. As the thief went on Tagorn simply nodded as he pieced together the job. "So may I ask who would be my benefactor for this job? No offence to you my friend, but your organization hasn't been known for your trustworthy deals." He asked as he sat forward, putting his drink to the side.

[EliteCommander]

Kilith crossed his arms, letting out a slight grunt. "Maybe our enemies can't trust us, but we take good care of our clients. You might not be directly working for my organization, but I wouldn't have agreed to recruit for this job if I didn't think there was a good chance for profit. Since you seem interested, the client's name is Sharee-Mar. You might have heard of her; she has something of a reputation around here. I'll be level with you, she's her own brand of crazy. She's as arrogant as an Altmer but has the skills to back it up. If you accept this job, you should expect high risk for high reward. She's worked with my organization many times over the past few years, and if there's one thing I can say about her, it's that she can bring in a lot of gold. You keep yourself alive and you'll end up with a lot of profit, and at the end of the day, what else is there?"

[Saarebas]

"Not working for your organization eh? Please excuse me if I don't shed a tear over the thought." Tagorn smirked before swigging again from his bottle, eyeing over Argonian again. "Aye, I've heard of her. The town drunkard from what I've been told, though I don't see no problem with that." The Wood elf said sitting back in his chair, a blank expression on his face. "Well lets say that I am interested in this job. I'd like to speak with this Share... this she lizard first before I give a finally say." He finally spoke before finishing off his drink. A smirk came across Tagorn's face as he looked past the thief at the barmaid from earlier. "I could think of a few things that I'd want at the end of the day."

[Nytefall]

Cynric sat in the The King and Queen Tavern gently smoking his bone pipe as he read over a book about Ayleid ruins. Cynric had been living in the imperial city for about 2 years now and had been working at the tavern he sat in for just about a whole year. My how time flies He thought to himself Cynric was in a bad mood his journey from Highrock to Cyrodiil had enlightened him on nothing new about magic and had only served to tire him greatly. He motioned to the bar keeper ordering a mug of ale as he brought out his coin pouch from his cloak. Handing over the sufficient amount he went to put his gold pouch back in his robe when a man bumped into him. "By the nine divine! Watch where you're going you fool!" The man mumbled an apology and walk out of the tavern.

It was only when he went for his ale that he noticed his missing gold pouch. Standing up silently he grabbed his staff and walked out leaving the ale to sit on the bar, something he despised doing. He saw the man at the end of the long path towards the market district his eyes wide as he looked through the contents of his coin pouch. How could he be caught out by a common thief, Cynric felt disgraced as he followed the man through the market district, soon the man turned into a desolate alleyway this is where Cynric made his move. Summoning an ethereal wall to block the mans way. The man produced a small iron dagger from his shirt brandishing it at Cynric. "Get back or I'll stick this in you belly!"

Cynric sighed at the man's attempts to threaten him. "Obviously you don't know who I am but i will enlighten you before i retrieve my money from your corpse. My name is Cynric master mage and Necromancer!" He boomed. The man's stare of aggression became one of doubt and fear.

"Nec-Nec-Necromancer?! Wait. You can only hurt me if you have dead bodies around, there ain't no bodies round here!" The thief advanced on Cynric who chuckled to himself.

"You forget that this alley way is directly over a sewer grate. the GReat dumping ground of this fair city." Cynric cast a spell into a great beneath the thief's feet. The thief flinched but was unharmed. He laughed to himself and continued advancing. If he had only not been a fool and taken Cynric's money he would've still been alive. The great burst open behind the thief, from it came over a dozen rats which began climbing and jumping onto the man biting and clawing his flesh. Cynric grabbed the money pouch that he dropped and approached the thief who was on the floor now trying in vain to beat the rats off him. Cynric touched the mans forehead gently magic flowing through his hands and into the thief brain killing him. The rats dragged the body into the sewers. "It's where you belong you urchin" He declared as he looked at the black soul gem in his hands. It now glowed with a dark purple light a signal to a well trained eye that it was full. Smiling he returned to the tavern to finish his drink.

[Leon5431]

Kayal's gaze followed Sharee as she took her seat, "Sometimes being blunt is the best way to be, so lets hear your offer." He said still in his polite tone. His gaze turned to Allaina, he smiled and gestured to another seat at the table, "Please, sit if you would like." He said kindly before turning back to Sharee. She seemed to be wearing all of her gear from the night before, some of which was just now noticed. It having been dark last night and he having payed little attention to her gear managed to miss some of what she had on her, something he should have been more attentive to. Kayal listened as she explained her assumption, stated her question and her offer. He silently thought for a moment before answering. "Last night, lets just say my curiosity was piqued and I am not unaccustomed to danger." He responded before getting to the main part of his response. "As for whether I am a mercenary or not, the answer is yes and no. I do a mercenaries work, doing tasks that often include violence and getting money in return, though I do collect an income outside of mercenary jobs. But a title is a title, so yes if you have a job for me and it is worth while then I am for hire." He answered, perhaps going into more detail then was needed but he did not care much. He maintained a friendly demeanor as he spoke, something he usually did.

[EliteCommander]

Kilith glanced over his shoulder and looked across the room at Sharee at another table. She did seem busy with another potential recruit at the moment, though if it was another recruit approaching her, he doubted she would mind being disturbed. He turned back and refocused his attention on the Bosmer. “Yeah, she is quite the drinker, quite fun at parties. I doubt you would have to try as hard with her as you are with the barmaid, if you were so inclined. On the other hand, she can have a real temper if you catch her in the wrong mood. Just…be careful not to cross her. She’s over at that other table talking to that Breton, another potential recruit I’m guessing.”

Sharee leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and waiting for the Breton to finish answering the question. “Well, as long as you’re not strict on staying on the ‘right’ side of the law, I got something that will be very profitable. I don’t know if you’ve ever sailed before, but I’m sure you can imagine the value of what something like an Aldmeri trading vessel might carry, right? You would be part of the crew that attacks said vessel, and for the first job, you would get double the normal cut.” Sharee said before leaning in closer. She fully intended to attack Imperial vessels as well as Aldmeri ones, but she found that Imperial guards and other Imperial. officials cared little if they overheard her planning attacks on Dominion properties.

“Now, the catch is I don’t have the vessel yet, but you remember the view from shore last night of the harbor? I’m also sure you can imagine how I might want to rectify that issue.” She whispered.

[Leon5431]

Nope

[Leon5431]

Kayal smiled at Sharee, "Laws were made to be broken." He said as a sufficient enough answer. As she mentioned sailing he leaned forward obviously his interest had greatly increased. He chuckled lightly before responding, "Miss Sharee, I have more sailing experience then some Imperial Navy Commodores. I grew up sailing, I spent a vast majority of my life primarily on vessels, maintaing them and sailing them. I know my way around a ship as if it were the back of my hand." He responded eagerly. "I know all too well the value of trade ship cargo, seen my fair share of it." He said in a more hushed tone.

As she got to the catch he leaned back in his chair not too satisfied with the news but not disheartened. He nodded as she continued, responding to her questions about the night before. He smiled at her, "You my friend have some ambitious ideas, I quiet like that." He commented with sly grin. "The task you speak of is not an easy one, it will take no small amount of skill and strategy not to mention man power, but it "should" be do able." He said hopefully. He thought for a long moment before he spoke again, "So long as everything goes well we should make a steady income." He commented quietly as he thought. Finally after a few moments of thought he decided his answer. "I will join you Sharee, it's a better alternative then just being a mercenary for hire." He said a little ironically. Part of him was doing this for the gold, but another part of him saw this as a chance to fulfill his longing to get back to the seas.

[Saarebas]

"We all have our inner monsters. Some of us just chose to let ours live on the out side." Tagorn said with a slight chuckle as the Lizard that sat across from him warned of his would be employer's temper. Tagorn moved his gaze over to the lady Argonian that sat across from a Breton, both of whom seemed to be having a shady conversation not unlike Tagorn himself. He turned back to the man that sat in front of him and let out a smirk. "Oh I don't have to try hard with that one." He nodded to the barmaid. "She's already mine. She just doesn't know it yet." With that the Wood elf arose from his seat, leaving his empty drink. "I'll go speak to this Sharee. I'll have to bid you a good day my scaley friend." He said with a smirk before beginning his approach of the small meeting that was already taking place.

[Nytefall]

Cynric walked away from the imperial city unimpressed with the information he could gleam from the cities libraries. He decided his first point of visit would be Leyawiin, it had been a long time since he had visited and was looking forward to it. Cynric journey was mainly one to gain new ingredients that were only sold in Leyawiin. He had decided to walk and was enjoying his decision greatly. The feeling of the air through his lungs invigorated him. However he was distracting himself, quckening his pace he would make it to leyawiin by the end of the day.

[EliteCommander]

Sharee grinned, glad to see that her first recruit was both eager, and seemingly had experience. Every single recruit for this job didn’t need to be a sailor; as long as she had enough good people, they could teach the rest how to function on a ship. It would probably take a lot of discipline to whip them into shape, but Sharee was very familiar with harsh training regimens. “Good, I need people with sailing experience. I don’t expect everyone I hire to be an expert, so expect to train some of the crew. As far as the plan goes, I already have some things in mind. I just need to finish recruiting so I know what I’ll be working with. If you’re half as good at fighting as I am, then you’ll be just fine. If you’ll just go over your skills with me, I’ll know where I can use you.” Sharee explained, her arrogance shining through her serious demeanor.

As the pair was talking, another individual, a pale-looking Bosmer, approached their table. Sharee glanced around to where he came from and saw Kilith sitting at a table in the corner. They made eye contact, then Kilith pointed to the Bosmer and nodded. It seemed as if he had already started on his part of the deal. Sharee turned her attention to the Bosmer and motioned for the last free seat at the table. “I take it Kilith sent you to me about the job, right? What did he tell you about it?” She asked.

[Saarebas]

Tagorn took the seat that was offered to him by his soon to be employer, though he was a bit cautious of the fact that both occupants of the table were armed. He eyed the Breton for a moment, having no real clue who he was, before turning his attention to Sharee. "Aye, your lizard friend told me that you were looking for recruits and that I would get a big pay off, about the size of a 'galleon full of trade goods'. His words not mine lass." He gave a devilish smile as he leaned in and said in low whisper. "May I assume that since you associate with people from the underbelly of the city." He pointed a thumb back at Kilith. "That this little exchange isn't one that should see the light of day." He said with a smirk

[EliteCommander]

Sharee nodded to the Bosmer man. "Right. I don't mind a good challenge every now and then, but I think it'd be best if we kept this quiet. If you have to talk about it, only mention attacking the Dominion. Funny enough, the Empire doesn't seem to mind too much if its citizens give trouble to a faction they will probably be at war with in a few years. Besides, we'll probably end up attacking Dominion targets at some point." She whispered.

Sharee looked over the Bosmer for a moment, though there wasn't much she could tell about him by appearances, other than that he really needed a tan. The Breton seemed onboard, so she just needed to deal with the newcomer at the moment. "Anyway, for the job, trade ships are our goal. I'm working on the crew, and as for the ship, we will go for a particular frigate in the harbor. A lot of its crew is on shore leave, so as long as we're quick, we should be able to get out with it. You'll get double the standard cut for the first job, and maybe a bit more if you're especially valuable. If you think you can handle it, then I'll tell you where we'll be meeting tonight for the first stages of planning. If you can't handle it, well, you probably wouldn't have been that useful anyways."

[Saarebas]

Tagorn's wicked grin grew as Sharee began to explain her plan. "So piracy is your game eh? I think I'm beginning to like you lizard." He said in a whisper before leaning back in his chair, spending the front two legs of the chair into the air. "I guess you'd need a name if we'd be working together? You can call me Tagorn." He said addressing both of his futures shipmates. "But before we continue I want to ask what position do you plan on sticking me with, because if you're looking for a cleaning boy you found the wrong person." He said as he placed his hands behind his head.

[EliteCommander]

"That depends on you, both of you." Sharee responded, bringing them back to the question she had asked the Breton before Tagorn had arrived. "My Breton friend here has informed me that he has considerable expense sailing. Provided it's not all bravado, I'll assign his role accordingly. For both of you, though, I need to know what you can do aboard a ship, and elsewhere. Can you fight, do you have good eyes, do you know how to navigate? Anything like that to help me place you in a suitable role. I have a good deal of experience myself sailing, so I know what it takes to run a ship." Sharee explained. She was hesitant to start assigning any roles until she knew more about them, especially any roles with actual authority. No matter what they said, she likely wasn't going to give any official positions out until she had recruited a full crew, that way she could assign them to the best possible candidate. Although, she was going to make sure she recruited at least one person who could fulfill every important role.

[Saarebas]

Tagorn let out a laugh when Sharee enquired about his skill sets. "Can I fight, bah! You're looking at one of the most skilled archers Valenwood ever seen, I can pick off the captain of a ship with a single shot from my crossbow. As for my eyes, I can see across the sea in the mistiest of nights." He exclaimed with a smug look on his pale face. He then sat forward, bringing his chair back down to all fours with a thud, and leaned in. "And if you must know I have experience in this precise field of work." He said in a dry whisper, before looking over his shoulder to ensure no one was trying to overhear their conversation. "I have sailed the seas of Tamriel for years with a group like the one you wish to construct. They had me leading the boarding parties of the ships we took." A cruel smile formed on his face. "I have no problem with the acts that come with commandeering a ship."

[EliteCommander]

Sharee looked over Tagorn critically. To make a claim such as that was difficult to take seriously, as mercenaries just loved to exaggerate their own skills, but he would have a chance to prove it later on. "Well, if that's true, then you have the makings of a good lookout, and of course would join in on the boarding parties. I'm not giving any final roles until later, though, once I see the entire crew. I plan on meeting up with everyone I have recruited so far at dusk tonight, to the east of town along the coast. I'm sure we won't have everyone we need at that point, but there are a lot of people for hire in this town, so it should be enough to start with."

[Nytefall]

Cynric entered the city of Leyawiin in excellent time the sun was peaking over the buildings and from the sound of the birds it was late morning. He headed straight for the nearest store that he recognised, entering it he was greeted by an old fellow. Cynric looked over the wares the man had, while it would be easier to slaughter him and take what he needed he was no thief. Well of bodies but not of provisions. He could not call himself a good cook if he could not acquire his ingredients legitimately. Purchasing sever vials of spices and herbs he left the store biding the owner farewell and thanking him for the goods.

Looking through the vials he opened one and breathed the aroma deeply. A smile appeared on his face, a smile of bliss and happiness. A smile you only see when he is in cook mode. His face snapped straight back to its original blank look as he reached the Blackwood Brew Tavern, opening the door the bright outside turned dark as he entered the tavern. He looked over it inhabitants quickly than walked to the bar ordering a Cyrodiil brandy. Grabbing the bottle and glass he walked over to the corner of the tavern and poured the contents into the glass. Drinking deeply he opened up his bag and pulled out Necromancer Moon. Finding the correct page he took another sip and carried on reading from where he had left off.

[Leon5431]

Kayal nodded to Sharee as she spoke, "I can train anyone one that needs and I look forward to seeing your plans." He responded before thinking for a moment. "As for my skills, I am a skilled swordsman I have training in the alteration, destruction and restoration schools of magic, I have trained extensively with archery, my vision is about as good as it gets and as I said I am a skilled sailor and navigator and on a side note any other skills will just have to be seen." He said his tone completely honest. He made sure to ignore the cockiness in her tone when she spoke before hand.

That is when another approached the table, Kayal looked to the sickly pale Bosmer as he arrived at the table. Sharee seemed to show some understand of who he was so he did not say anything as he took his seat at the table, he remained silent as Sharee explained a bit of her plan. As soon as she finished the Bosmer openly stated with little reservation what their occupation was going to be. Kayal shook his head faintly, "Say it a little louder next time." He mumbled under his breath. The Bosmer continued to reveal his name was Targon and then continued to question what his position would be, he acted as though he deserved the highest position possible and would accept nothing lower, a tone that also rather annoyed Kayal, but he held his tongue.

The remainder of the conversation Kayal could easily have just described as ego stroking and down right arrogant. Targon continued to speak of his past adventuring with another pirate crew thankfully he talked in a hushed tone and talked about how he was the leader of boarding parties, but Kayal was quickly losing interest in what he had to say. Once Targon finished his speech Sharee responded, he couldnt help but feel she wasn't buying everything Targon had said, but he had no way to be sure, for now all he could do was hope. "Well I know a few people you could talk to that may be willing to take part in this venture, one of which being my Bosmer friend from the night before, she is just up in my room recovering from a hangover if you would like to speak with her." Kayal said with little reservation of Zana's current state. "Oh and also, my name is Kayal by the way, think its about time I finally told you two." He said directed towards Allaina and Sharee. He did not really acknowledge Targon, he felt no need to speak with him, as it seemed he would get many chances to do so later.

[EliteCommander]

"Well, Kayal, Tagorn, since you're both on board, meet me tonight at the place I mentioned. It will probably be a few days before we do it, but we'll start getting ready as soon as possible.Obviously, we're going to be away for quite a while, so I'd finish any business you have in the city while you can." Sharee said before standing up and taking her leave of the two.

Sharee went over to Kilith and began collaborating on their plans for recruitment. Kilith shared some of the names and descriptions of potential recruits on his list, then they split up to try and find them. Sharee did manage to find a few of them at the various inns and other businesses around town Several were not interested, but she did manage to recruit the services of two, an Orc and an Altmer. Allaina tagged along as well, though just as before, she kept very much to herself. She was still rather shy around others, though that did not bother Sharee in the slightest. She could learn to be sociable once they were on the ship; for the moment, Sharee was just happy she was avoiding any "corrupting influences."

Several hours passed before Sharee and Allaina returned to the Blackwood Brew, with Kilith arriving a few hours later. He had made a bit more progress than her, and had also been speaking with his contacts and updating his list. In particular, he heard about the incident the night before with a Dunmer who had apparently killed someone in the streets under some very strange circumstances. The guards were holding him for murder, but a few of Kilith's eyes in the city reported that it didn't seem so simple. Either way, he seemed capable as a fighter, and getting someone out of prison was a great way to secure loyalty. Such an action, however, was far beyond what Kilith had been paid to do, so he simply passed on the information to Sharee instead.

Sharee sat for a while in the tavern in silence with Allaina, thinking on how she was going to proceed. Breaking someone out of prison fit her skill set perfectly, but even so, it was still no trivial matter. She needed to get this Dunmer out, preferably without getting a bounty on herself in the process. Fortunately, Sharee had become rather talented at keeping herself disguised during her time as an assassin. She knew how to alter her appearance so that she was barely recognizable as the same person. It was difficult to pull off for other Argonians, but for any other race, simply changing the most obvious features seemed to do it. They had a hard time identifying the subtleties of Argonian facial features and instead relied simply on the obvious parts, though the same was true in reciprocal. Eventually, Sharee decided on her plan. Both Tagorn and Kayal happened to be in the tavern at the moment, so she decided to capitalize on their help. They were not at the same table, but they were close enough that she could grab both of their attention at the same time.

"Hey, Kayal, Tagorn, I got something important to say; it relates to that job I mentioned before." Sharee said as she approached them.

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Meanwhile, Kilith was about to start on the next set of individuals on his revised list. He wondered if he should even bother going out into town, as the mercenaries almost invariably ended up in the tavern at some point. Though, there were a few taverns and inns in town, so he supposed he did have to more around at least some. At the moment, there were two potential recruits in the Blackwood Brew, a Khajiit keeping to himself in the corner, and a Breton man who had arrived in town earlier that day. Since the Human was closer, Kilith decided to start with him. He stood up and approached the Breton's table, just as he had done with the Bosmer earlier that day. "Hey, I'd like to talk to you for a second. I have an offer for you." He said directly.