Baconator

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

I'm still around :P unfortunately I'm also still in afghanistan.. so.. yea...

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Dralith pivoted on his heel, the movement putting himself behind the attackers dagger arm. His trailing foot had barely touched the ground before Elesoth, one of his katanas, was drawn and in a flash had severed the hand holding the dagger. Once his trailing foot contacted with the floor he pivoted on that heel as well. The second pivot put him on the opposite side of his assailant. Draliths lead hand wrapped around her throat and the edge of his blade soon protruded from her chest, blood stained. With a thought he enacted Elesoths enchantment and sent pulses of electricity through her body to intensify the pain. He withdrew his sword from her body and as she fell to the floor. The movement was fluid and without hesitation. From the time the dagger reached his neck it'd only taken the length of one breath until the assassins corpse hit the floor. Dralith used the dead woman's clothing to wipe the blood from Elesoth and returned the enchanted blade to its sheath in a graceful motion. He exhaled and turned to regard the body. "I've dropped my pipe.. this is unacceptable." He sighed and retrieved said pipe. "It would behoove you all to take caution in who you trust from now on. No doubt this poor sod was working a contract from the Mythic Dawn. Once they discover that you're assisting in our quest they may have such contracts for you as well."

Dralith very nonchalantly returned to his seat and relit his pipe.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Dralith sat puffing his pipe leisurely and returned Katrinas nod with a silent nod of his own. They were all very tentative, even wary of him perhaps. None made a move to sit by him to even garner information. He didn't blame them though, this must all be very suspicious. Dralith was in their very shoes not that long ago. They would come to trust him in time as well as each other. The door opened and the other Dunmer, Kiba, entered with someone else in tow. Kiba and her companion sat at his table and the other woman ordered mead for the three of them. Dralith waved his hand to dismiss his mug. "No thank you, I don't quite enjoy mead as much as brandy and I've had my fill for today." He blew smoke in the form of rings, each one bigger than the last as they floated to the ceiling and dispersed. "My friends." He addressed the room and stood, holding his pipe in one hand and the other resting on a sword hilt. "There are still a few others that need arrive but take this time now to fill your bellies and rest. You need not worry about purchasing a room, I've arranged for that. Rest now, for we leave at first light."

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

As of now, no but we might have a few openings soon. If you want to reserve said opening, post a CS and we shall see.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Very true. I'll give them another day or two and if nothing then i'll kill them off. Perhaps during the gate..

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Dralith sat at the back table, leaning back in his chair with his right foot propped on the table and a cup of Cyrodiilic Brandy in his hand. The Amulet Of Kings had been stolen by the Mythic Dawn during the attack on Weynon Priory.. part of the reason he was here now. It was good fortune that the guards had decided to put the prisoners to the arena while Dralith was in town so that he could kill two birds with one stone, metaphorically speaking of course. The meeting with Baurus yesterday had lead Dralith to collect a four part volume on the Mythic Dawn and had, in turn, shown him where their sanctuary was located. During his musings, Dralith noticed a man enter the inn and make for the bar donning an armor that looked quite akin to Ebony. Perhaps a lighter version? Dralith would inquire later. It was the Breton, Daric. He'd a dossier on each of the prisoners and though they were not very detailed, they at least gave him a name to match the face with. It'd been a short while and so far Daric was the only one to show up. 'The others might be a bit longer.' He thought to himself.

With a swig Dralith finished his brandy and set the cup down then pulled his map out from a belt pouch and spread it on the table. He'd marked the location of the sanctuary on the map, as well as a few known Oblivion gates. His eyes lingered on the marked gate closest to the Imperial City. Were they ready? would this group be able to brave the gate and come out with their lives if not their sanity? Dralith hoped so. They were given an opportunity to make a difference instead of being slain like dogs in the arena sands and based on what he saw on those very sands, The Hero of Kvatch was confident in his choice of companions.

Daric was a capable man from what he'd seen. His fellow Dunmer, Kiba, was very arrogant and foolhardy but a good spellsword. Her green eyes were very unusual among their race however. Perhaps she had a hidden power or perhaps Dralith was over thinking a simple genetic deficiency. The two Orsimer, Dralith had no doubt, would hold their own in battle fairly well. Particularly the male, Karnog judging by how he'd taken the Nord down. Though he lacked tactic. Rushing in like that on the planes of Oblivion would spell doom. Aurora.. the young mage. She would need to be protected and he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of regret in taking her along but Dralith had never seen such raw magicka in someone so young. He'd been slinging fire balls and lighting bolts for well over a hundred years and reckoned that her similar spells were just as effective. The imperial female, Katrina, a pretty thing for an imperial he must admit. She had the air of a seasoned warrior about her though she could not be more than a few years into her twenties. And then there was the Bard, Henry. A curious man to be sure, Dralith still wondered what the man brought to the group besides a morale boost. Time will tell.

The Hero of Kvatch took up his pipe, packed it with a leaf of tobacco, and lit it with but a thought. He leisurely puffed away as he studied the map and thought about how each of this newfound companions would fit in during their excursion to the gate.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

No, thats Sin. Arowne was the Bosmer in the Bloodworks. I see now that he never participated in the battle. I've also asked Sin if she still intends to play and have yet to receive an answer.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

I've just realized Arowne has only posted once in the IC so far o.0 perhaps i should create an inactive character list...

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Dralith continued his ascent out of the Bloodworks, looking over his shoulder to regard Karnog. "In time, for now you'll have to do with purchasing from the smiths here in the city." Once out of the Bloodworks and all were assembled, he produced a sack of coins from a pouch on his belt and held it in an outstretched hand towards the group. "There should be enough Septims here for all of you to upgrade your weaponry and acquire some decent clothing and armor. Take to the shops and once you're ready, meet me at the Merchants Inn in the market district." On that he turned on his heel and began walking towards the Market but stopped short after a few steps and raised a finger back at them. "Oh.. and if you think this is your opportunity to run.. you won't get far in those prison rags. If any guard gives you trouble, tell them to bring you to the Hero of Kvatch at the Merchants Inn. We'll sort any trouble out there." On his last word he turned and made his way for the Inn. He'd told them who we was now and it was up to them to decide what to do with that information, if they'd heard of him anyway.

Harmonica - (Fantasy Based RP)

Rylan hardly heard the foot steps behind him and as he turned Leon put a hand on his shoulder. "You gota relax." He said and touched his forehead. Almost instantly a wave a calm rippled through him and he felt at ease. The annoyance, the anxiousness, all of it melted away and was replaced by clarity and peace of mind. Ever had it been so long that Rylan was at peace with himself and the feeling was alien though pleasant. It was because of the anxiolytic, Leon called it, and Rylan knew it was only a temporary thing. Once it was out of his system the feeling would follow suit though he wished it wouldn't. As he watched Leon walk back to the others he pondered at the offer to take a shower and crash for the night. The smell of alcohol was still strong on him despite the liquid itself evaporating in the flames. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. 'A passerby would likely think me drunk. I should pass though.. I've bothered him enough.' Rylan thought to himself with a smile and called back to them.

"Thank you again for everything!! I must decline your offer for tonight though. I'm sure we'll meet again and ill repay you!" With a wave he turned once more in the direction he'd been walking though this time with a little more pep in his step and looking forward with a smile instead of hanging his head. Perhaps he would finally go settle into a room back in the Ignori dorms and shower there. 'Yea.. enough wandering for tonight.'