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As far as I can tell, the following parties are as of yet not represented in Stormhold

-Orcs
-Redguard
-Bretons
-Wood elves
-High Elves

The Wood elves don't intend to attend, and the High Elves should arrive next post. That leaves the Redguards, the Orcs and the Bretons.

Once we have those three parties (or the decision not to attend from them posted in OOC) I'll start the Summit.

Edit: also, I've sent a PM to each of the GMs for various reasons. I know a I've missed PM's before because of the weird new PM system, so I'm poking people in OOC.
Stormhold, Black Marsh
20th of Midyear, 4E 205
Stalks-The-Stars
Making small greetings with the various members of the many holds had been an enjoyable enough distraction, although the monotony of greeting each hold had begun to grow tiresome after the representative of the Nord arrived.

The first envoy that truly made waves was the Dunmer. As bombastic as ever, they seemed to be the first who truly got the point of the message. Arriving in Ebony armour was a dark skinned representative who looked far too nervous to be the ruler of the Slaver-lands. It was an impressive show, for certain. Stalks-The-Stars moved over to the representatives and dipped his head respectfully. He was tall for an Argonian, and his refusal to bend the knee would be obvious. “Greetings, representative of the Dunmer, I hope you had a pleasant journey and I hope any previous animosity between our races might be forgotten today. I would lead you to the castle, but I am preoccupied by greeting over officials. Follow Mi’raana over there…” He indicated to a small Argonian woman, dressed in certain finery that paled in comparison to the summit-goers “…And you will be shown to your quarters. Your men can be placed in adjoining rooms. As the letter highlighted, the Summit will begin in two days. In the mean-time, I suggest you enjoy the pleasures my city has to offer. The market district sells some of the finest silk in all of Tamriel, and our jewellers take great pride in their work with precious stones.”

Moving past the Dunmer, he spotted a being that confused him greatly: A tall Cat-folk, followed by a second representative of the empire. The Cat-folk spoke first, and Stalks-The-Stars was left pausing. He was about to speak up, when the lord of Cheydinhal met with the Empire’s representative, and they in turn spoke up both to himself and to the stranger. Politics had him pausing his retort, as he offered greetings to the Empire-lings. “Greetings to all that would attend the summit: I will admit, the presence of Eleswyr is a surprise to me. I sent no invitation to your people because of the recent civil split, and the loss of a noble Mane. It would be unfair to invite one group over another, especially when our summit would struggle to allow fair discussion to be given to the Khajiit plight.” Stalks-The-Stars glared at the Imperial representatives, fully aware that some trickery was afoot. “The divided Khajiit were going to be invited to attend a different meeting in a few weeks’ time: so as to try and mend the gulf between the first two races that called Tamriel home. As it stands though, we welcome the presence of the Khajiit, even if it is purely as observers.“

“I ask that the Empire’s representatives follow the Mi’raana, much like I have advised the Dunmer. I would speak to the representative of Eleswyr alone.” It appeared that Stalks-The-Stars was leaving no space for negotiation here. His tail seemed to sway with agitation, as if warning both men against staying. There was no doubt who was the warrior between the three: and it would be unlikely that the Nords or the Dunmer would care much for a lacking of the Empire’s voice.

“Now, Lady Khajiit, if you will follow me briefly?”
Close to the Summit building, Stormhold, Black Marsh
20th of Midyear, 4E 205
Various Shadowscales
The movements of the summit attendees had not gone unwatched and even now: mysterious machinations were underfoot. They had been told to expect guards from each group, and had been able to observe the guards of the Imperials and of the Dunmer. The Altmer had reportedly landed in Lilmoth and had brought it seems the most guards yet.

Oddly, the Nords had the least guardians, instead bringing a small number of individuals who did not look like guards who then attempted to set up shop around the summit building. The Shadowscales were confused by this, and the reports were mixed between ‘Assassins’, ‘Mercenaries’ and ‘Merchants’. Without the presence of a unifying leader, No Shadowscale moved in to intercept the threat or contact the Nordic strangers, although a guard was set up to watch them. Shadowscales had the advantage of terrain, so the chances of them being spotted were minimal.
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Actions
-Stalks-The-Stars has met with both Empire representatives, the Nordic representative and the Dunmer representative. Each have been moved towards the castle.
-Stalks-The-Stars has greeted the Khajjit representative with a degree of suspicion. He is speaking to her in private.
-The Shadowscales are watching the Nordic Dark Brotherhood members, [b]The lack of Sha’eek the Shadowscale Mistress’ prescence has led to indecision about how to deal with the group. They are being watched, but unimpeded.[b]
Apart from the Orcs, is their anyone else who would call attend the summit who has not posted? I'll be making one small post to deal with some of the...issues that people have brought with them on their travels.
If you feel you have the time, tinker with the current skill system to make a skeleton of a character. I know we are lacking in Heavy doods and doodets, although I have one waiting in the wings for when the bodies start to drop.
We'll start the Summit after everyone has made a post. Hopefully I can get Titanpad working by then, otherwise we might have to look for an alternate. I normally just use Google Docs, but I heard people also like PiratePad for that sort of thing. Both of which work for me.
I was personally confused about the logistics and viability of a pair of siblings who make lots of noise and light sneaking into a bunker and killing people while simultaneously giving them a nice send off. I went for something that kinda-sorta-might make sense i.e. the thought of a patrol.
Mercenary Lord said
hm interesting


I thought this said 'I'm interesting'

Sadly, we are full at the moment: with 23 slots filled, out of an intended 20.

Brovo may decide not to exclude you, but there is a chance you might get rejected: sadly.
My post is up. Everyone now just needs to post their arrival to Stormhold, before we can actively begin the summit. Assume Stalks-The-Stars will meet each representative personally, it is kind of his job.
Stormhold, Black Marsh
20th of Midyear, 4E 205
Rules-With-Claw and Sha’eek the Shadowscale Mistress
The city of Stormhold was a beautiful one, at least in comparison to the deeper Argonian cities. The architecture was an unusual mix of imperial stonework and Argonian tree structures and it was not stuffed with the dense canopy that inner Black marsh was more known for. At night, you saw the beauty of the stars and in the day, you felt the kiss of the sun.

Rules-With-Claw and Sha'eek stood at the doorway of the grandest building in the city: A large stone fort that seemed to be built into a giant mushroom of sorts. The Mushroom was a rainbow of colours and seemed to flow undisturbed by the stonework. It was a perfect representation of the New Argonian people: less reclusive, while still natural and deadly. It was here that the summit would be held in a number of days, and it was here that the people of Argonia would place themselves on the political board.

"I still do not understand why my Shadowscales were reduced to messengers. You could have sent any new-claw to deal with these smoothskins." Sha'eek looked perhaps her most deadly in casual attire. The reason being that she looked decidedly normal for an Argonian. Among her race, she was indeed a beautiful being, but none-the-less an average looking one. No gratuitous muscles or viscous scars marked her as anything other than a merchant or a princess or a dockworker. It was perhaps her greatest strength as an assassin.

"The Shadowscales do not inspire the reverence they deserve, Sha'eek. If these leaders are wise, they would now realise how easily our chosen could have ended those guard captains: or their advisers, or their families, or their rivals."

Sha'eek's brow raised, small golden rings rising with them "So my Shadowscales were used in order to show them off, like a horse or a hound?"

Rules-With-Claws shrugged. Unlike the Assassin, he looked much more than a simple Argonian. He stood at nearly seven feet tall, with the muscles of a man and eyes that held the cunning of a mer. Rumours had it that he held Naga-blood in his veins, although their was no evidence to prove it. He was, however, a warrior: and a leader. "Yes. Sithis knows that your order possesses the greatest assassins in Tamriel, Everyone else needs to know it too."

Sha'eek just smirked at that thought, placing a hand on Rules-with-claws shoulder. "Is that why they patrol your borders?"

Rules-With-Claws just smirked at that. He had always held a fondness for Sha'eek that had nearly made her his bride. "No, they are making sure that none of our guests bring trouble with them.I would not put it past the Nords or the Empire to bring a dagger or two for the Altmer. When I promise neutrality, I mean it. Come, we have work to do. Stalks-the-stars is meeting the first official as we speak. I wish to discuss with you the pirates that hound our coasts."
Stormhold, Black Marsh
20th of Midyear, 4E 205
Stalks-The-Stars
At the gates if Stormhold, Stalks-The-Stars looked a far more magnificent figure than the vagabond who'd visited the Imperial City but a short while prior. He was adorned in a magnificent glass Cuirass, greaves and boots, as well as a fine leather cape. At his side was a hand-axe and, as always, the wolf-headed ring was on his finger. He had arrived to meet the elder councilor. "Greetings, Imperial. My name is Stalks-The-Stars, lord of Stormhold. You must be hungry, and you are my guest. Come to my palace, and we shall see that you and your men are fed."

The confidence of Stalks-The-stars portrays an Argonian of some birth and strength. He had no need to hide in the shadows or shrink back in fear. Here was a creature that felt certain he could rip apart a legion, should he have to. He was a champion amongst his people, and his very presence was charismatic.
Eastern Coast, Black Marsh
21st of Midyear, 4E 205
Sha’eek the Shadowscale Mistress
Sha'eek stood at the coast of Black Marsh, near a cave that had been reported to home at least a significant portion of the raiders that struck her lands. On her back, she held a small pack and no longer was she dressed in casual-wear. Her body was coated in molded black armour, shaded like midnight. In her hand was a dagger and on her back, a crossbow. There would be no confusing her for a merchant now: she was clearly a killer...A shadowscale.

She dipped into the water, fully submerged in the liquid as she swam towards the cave.
Actions:
Rules-With-Claws is now present in Stormhold
Stalks-The-Stars is now present in Stormhold, he is greeting the representatives of each faction.
Shadowscales patrol the border to Black Marsh and Stormhold, ensuring that no assassins can sneak into the neutral zone.
Sha’eek the Shadowscale Mistress is out of Stormhold, dealing with the pirate situation. She will not be present at the summit.
Alicia Le’roux-East Watch Tower


The feel of the rapier hitting flesh was a welcome change of pace in the battle, although she had no illusion to the fact that this fight was still very much alive and well. The smell of blood on the air was a tempting one, but she would deal with that little niggle later. First off, she had to continue the ‘living’ plan she’d started to outline.

Seeing Darek scream out had given her the time to find her feet, and him slamming weapon against shield had been enough time to take a step back and retrieve the parasol she’d attempted to use earlier for the offensive. Under its shade, Alicia felt a sense of control and strength return to her. Even the slightest touch of sunlight had a sapping effect on her, and to be back under the protection of her parasol would help in the fight to come…Probably.

She started to take steps towards the half-orc now, confidence starting to eke into her steps again. She had struck a blow, and now she had exorcised her overconfident rush. She was circling away from Kasim, trying to give Darek another thing to worry about. Alicia was in no rush to the shield wielding Half-orc head on.

However, she was far too prideful to actually wait out the warrior’s defeat. Kasim would likely not risk a shot from his bow when there was a chance of collateral damage. In Alicia’s mind, this was still a one-on-one fight. A duel, if you will. She jabbed her rapier forward with the speed of a viper’s coiling, followed by a rapid, slippery retreat. She aimed for his barely protected legs while the shield guarded the neck. Punishing the high defence while whittling down his manoeuvrability with Rapid blows was the most sure fire way to beat down Darek while staying alive.
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