''Well what if I was your partner, most Khajiit don't have the coin to set up shop in the Dominion so it's not uncommon for someone else to do it for them?'' Endya said, ''What about me? Even if that works what's stopping them from arresting me on suspicion? I don't want to be on a prison ship twice'' Joncis said, ''You could be our assistant, besides that Dusk is a relatively small harbor town, it wouldn't have the security to do that as most of its soldiers have been diverted to back up Alinor or the forces in Elsweyr and Valenwood'' Endya responded, filling her cistern with water by a nearby stream.IFS said:
Elder Scrolls: Interregnum Chapter 4 (Started, Open)
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Lloden smiled and let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll be fine. I survived for fifty years on my own, I'd say I can survive a few more. But very well." He straightened up and hummed a few bars of an old song.ruedyn said:
Ah. That song. Not here. Not now. He stopped humming.
"We're almost ready to get going. The others need to be here soon or we'll be between a rock and a hard place. Or, if you'd prefer, the ocean and a group of altmer with very pointed questions and more pointed swords."
"Endya's right, its a small enough town that we should go unnoticed, besides you would have to be extremely notorious for them to be looking for you in the isles," he breathed deeply through his nose, taking in the smells of the countryside, his thoughts drifting back towards Elsweyr.Josh12345 said:
''Yes I suppose you are right, '' Endya said, reassured that she would go unnoticed there, ''Well we're half way by now and I'm starving, did you pick up any supplies?'' Endya threw a piece of bread at him, ''there,''IFS said:
''Oh very funny'' he says, munching on some bread while looking for his cistern, Endya meanwhile was eating an apple just to give herself something to eat.IFS said:
Meanwhile,
Enthir's tree continued to move for Falinesti, in the distance, he could see Idreon hanging to a vine, but was quickly shot with several arrows from the tree's occupants, they must have been either bandits or saw what his friend did to the Thalmor earlier. Bites-Her-Tail meanwhile was crossing the river into Cyrodiil and was running north. ''Hmph, looks like just me and Vargmir, and Bitey's probably off to Skingrad, maybe she'll make friends with that Redguard girl.'' Enthir mumbled, Falinesti was now in clear sight and he was out of the smoke, to his right he could see a dock, but he payed to major attention to it.
Urgal had expected more resistance. After he and Belkin had cut down three out of the four guards the last one had made a break for it towards the camp.SamtheDeathclaw said:
Let him thought Urgal wiping his enemies splattered blood from his brow as he strode in the direction that the Bosmer was scurrying as if to give chase we're the distraction team, the elf archers can sneak by and steal the boat when he alerts the camp to us out here.
As it happened he didn't hear any alarm walking along the road, nor did he spot any resistance in his way. He was worried that he was walking into a trap keeping his maces at the ready as Belkin snapped his head from side to side wary of danger, until they realised the reason for the lack of patrols.
There was smoke on the horizon behind them, it looked like it was coming from Arenthia. We were just in Arenthia... how valuable is this package? Urgal thought to himself. He grunted as some still hot ash blew down the tunnel formed by the trees on either side of him, and landed underfoot. No wonder there aren't any guards. These bosmer and their precious trees
He came across a hastily abandoned guard post with discarded weapons littered around it. He had found the prisoner camp that they had intended to be the distraction team for... it seemed ghostly quiet, he couldn't even see the one bosmer who had ran in this direction.
Best just get onto the ship and ask questions later thought the Orc as he clambered aboard what looked to him to be the fastest ship out of the three remaining, only to receive an arrow whizzing past his ear into the post behind him with such close accuracy as to suggest it was a warning shot; accuracy afforded only by one or other of his elven companions.
"It's just me and Belkin you fools!" Urgal replied pulling the arrow out of the board with a hand, snapping it, and dropping it to the floor in one swift movement, then stepping aboard. "The Altmer and Bosmer posted here fled for the burning city we just left. Either of you know what that's about? In any case; the camp is deserted and there's a whole bunch of angry mer rushing through the woods looking for someone to blame, I say we leave sooner rather than later. Have you sabotaged the other ships yet?" asked Urgal with some impatience. Taking down a couple of inept border guards wasn't his idea of the fight he had been preparing for, and he was sure that there were bowstrings tightening in the trees around the small dock. Anruin and Lloden appeared from their temporary hiding spots.
Lloden watched the arrow whiz by, and glanced at Anruin and himself. Neither of whom were touching their bows. Kaoc'."Less important to sabotage. The guards are scattered, won't notice us. I hope. But that," He nodded at the snapped arrow, "is not a good sign. Or maybe it's a good sign that we need to leave immediately." He shrugged. "The boat's all ready. Let's go catch us some slavers."Derek_the_Dodo said:
Anruin glanced at the arrow,
'Is that Orcish?' he wondered, 'No matter'
"Ships ready then? Urgal, Belkin, come aboard. We're getting the hell outta here!"
Urgal and Belkin climbed aboard, Astoph a bit behind them. Lloden began pulling the boat out, and after a few minutes and a few more curious arrows, they were out.
"Fuck trees!" Anruin yelled back laughing, noticing the archer on the docks. They were abit too far out to tell what he or she was.
'Is that Orcish?' he wondered, 'No matter'
"Ships ready then? Urgal, Belkin, come aboard. We're getting the hell outta here!"
Urgal and Belkin climbed aboard, Astoph a bit behind them. Lloden began pulling the boat out, and after a few minutes and a few more curious arrows, they were out.
"Fuck trees!" Anruin yelled back laughing, noticing the archer on the docks. They were abit too far out to tell what he or she was.
"If you want a job done properly... wait a moment." grumbled Urgal as he hopped, surprisingly lightly for his size, over the side of the ship onto the dock and headed behind one of the remaining ships. With a roar and a heavy swing, he swung a mace at the rudder, smashing most of the mechanism into the inky black water.SamtheDeathclaw said:
He made short work of the other ship as well and was lightly jogging back to their newly commandeered vessel when an arrow was shot from directly ahead, perfectly flush with his battered clan amulet upon his chest, hitting it dead centre. The shock of the blow staggered the Orc, and it took him a while to regain composure before he had a chance to look for where the arrow was shot from.
Nothing.
The trees shook from a gasp of wind as if to mock him. Urgal's heart was racing. This was an expert marksman and could have killed him either then or before. What was he waiting for? Why spare me? thought Urgal, confused.
The second arrow had been lost in the undergrowth, but he pocketed the arrowhead still stuck in the post from the first one. The others hadn't noticed the encounter, busy as they were preparing the ship to sail. I won't say anything for the moment... at least until we're away from this silent place
"I've disabled the other ships. Let's go." said Urgal matter of factly.
Lloden hoisted the sail, which immediately caught the wind and spread out. "Thank the Eight for prevailing winds." He sighed. "I need to do some charting if we're going to try and follow them. I'll be in captain's quarters if you need me."
I hate sailing. So. Much. He walked across the deck, and ducked into the cramped quarters. Some dumb sod had left the routes marked on the map. All they needed to do was keep an eye out and follow the route. Good. Not sure if I still remember how to navigate. And I don't see an astrolabe anywhere around here.
I hate sailing. So. Much. He walked across the deck, and ducked into the cramped quarters. Some dumb sod had left the routes marked on the map. All they needed to do was keep an eye out and follow the route. Good. Not sure if I still remember how to navigate. And I don't see an astrolabe anywhere around here.
Urgal pushed open the cabin door and banged his head.SamtheDeathclaw said:
Ducking this time, he took a look over the charts. Lines, symbols, numbers, names and nautical terms he didn't recognise.
"I'd lend a hand but...you look at home..." smiled Urgal glancing at the bewildered Dunmer in front of him "Let me know..." He edged out of the door in a way that he seemed to think was a lot more stealthy than it was "If you need anything..." he stepped out of the doorway, then hastily popped his head back through "Left a bit?" He said unhelpfully. "Like I said... you look like...you've got it covered..." Urgal murmured, making his way below deck.
He pulled out the arrowhead and slotted it into the small notch made on his amulet. Definitely the same archer who nearly killed me twice. He put his amulet on the table and twisted the arrowhead around in his thumb, not wanting to examine it closer, as he suspected what he might find. Only one person I know can afford to trust that much in their accuracy with a warning shot. He twisted it around again, scraping his thumb against the point.
He let out a tired breath, and held the arrowhead close to the flickering lamplight. It had lost some of its shine from the impact of the post, but Urgal recognised the metal straight away. He recalled the scent of it wafting from his mothers forges as a child as she smelt it into some precious work, he had polished and wiped it clean of blood too many times, and indeed he had collected thousands of arrows identical to this one from his brothers archery target when he was too young to swing a mace.
Orichalcum. How you crop up in the strangest of places.
He rested the arrowhead in the notch of the amulet once more.
Kaglar. He was on those docks. He sent this arrow to me. But why did he not reveal himself? How did chance occur that we would be both be in the same place at once? Is he my enemy, these days? He did intentionally miss me, but then why fire an arrow at all? Is he in danger? Was this a message?
As Urgal's thoughts got more and more frantic, he unconsciously dug the arrowhead deeper into the amulet, and had his trail of thought interrupted by a snap, as the amulet's notch grew into a scratch, going from the centre to the bottom of the metal as if a jagged bolt of lightening had struck the already blackened and rusted emblem of his clan.
He hung it around his neck, and in a moment of spontaneity decided to retie the rough length of string so as to affix the arrowhead within so it settled just above where the amulet sat on his chest when he slipped it on.
He sat in silent contemplation, listening to the waves crashing on the outside of the ship.
Lloden sighed and shook his head at the bumbling orsimer staggering away. What a sneaky fellow.Derek_the_Dodo said:
He turned to the charts, and thought carefully back to his days on a ship. With some effort, he managed to remember them. And why he had gotten off at the first port he managed to get to.
With some effort, he got it all sorted, and went back to the wheel, and steered them in the right direction.
Anruin sighed. Lloden had ordered him to the crows nest due to being the only one who could climb it.
'At least I get this spyglass.' he thought, bored. The waves were starting to get to him as well. He was glad to get some better fitting clothes from below deck, however they did smell faintly of cheese.
He thought about the report Astoph had given them, and how most of the party had been wiped out by the Thalmor. He had only seen some, but none of them made it to the boat, so he assumed the worst.
"Hey, Lloden," Anruin called down, "Remember that bet about Idreon? You owe me 5 drakes."
'At least I get this spyglass.' he thought, bored. The waves were starting to get to him as well. He was glad to get some better fitting clothes from below deck, however they did smell faintly of cheese.
He thought about the report Astoph had given them, and how most of the party had been wiped out by the Thalmor. He had only seen some, but none of them made it to the boat, so he assumed the worst.
"Hey, Lloden," Anruin called down, "Remember that bet about Idreon? You owe me 5 drakes."
"I thought we made it ten?" he laughed. "Damn. So they're all gone?" he said, frowning.ruedyn said:
"I was trying to make it easier on you but sure, I'll gladly take more of your money... I admit, some of their passings are sad, but the world could always use less vampires and daedra worshipers. Urgal not included."[/quote]ruedyn said:
"The Telvanni always pay their debts." he laughed, and counted out ten drakes and put them in a separate, empty, pouch. "Ah, oblivion. Whatever we're carrying, it's obviously not very safe." He sighed. "Makes my nose itch."
Anruin climbed down and took the pouch.SamtheDeathclaw said:
"I think Enthir told me it was some kind of artefact, but I always doubted that... It's something old, important to the war, and important enough to warrant a death enchantment. Any thoughts as too what it is? And apparently it isn't a dragon egg."
'Got to remember to visit the Jerall mountains after this.'
Balac-Thurm? No, they wouldn't dare leave that to a ragtag bunch of misfits. Not the Amulet of Kings, either. So those are out. But beyond that, what else would they even want to protect? "I really don't know. Something important, powerful, and ancient. Could be anything." he said dryly.ruedyn said: