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.