As they went deeper into the rebel's hideout, Elissandre walked as causually as she would on the high Fane's plazza, appearing as relaxed as if she was a welcome guest. Which is what I'm supposed to be. Act the part, and odds are you'll be treated as such.. Soon the soldier escorting her stopped to ask the first officer he met what he should do with her.

"Lieutenant, I've a... not a problem exactly, a question rather. I've been told to expect some news from Temple, and, well there's that gal. She's wearing one of their dresses, but I'd have expected.. I don't know, a dunmer first, and then someone a tad older."

As he spoke Elissandre offered a warm smile to the officer, before commenting "You might have expected a message or someone of higher rank. A message isn't suitable for the task, and my superiors prefer to keep this affair as unobtrusive as possible. Which a high-ranking official paying a visit to the Foreign Quarter isn't. A mere Acolyte renewing the tending to the quarter's tomb is a common enough sight that few will pay any attention."

"Oh well, I suppose it's okay then. But that's not something for me to decide. The highers up you're supposed to meet will decide. There's a meeting of sort going on in the sorcerer's room, I'll bring you there"

With her two escorts Elissandre moved through the passages to the sorcere's quarter, keeping her facade of decontraction despite some growing nervousness Let's not botch this meeting. There's a lot at stake here. These so-called 'rebels' are our only chance to stop this madness before it grows bad enough to destroy all we stand for.

As they arrived to the room, the lieutenant kocked energically on the door, before opening "Excuse, me sirs, but I've brought you a visitor. A priestess from the Temple, I think it's the communication we were supposed to recieve from them. Not what I'd have expected, but she seems genuine enough."

Gold-Heart turned to the visitor. She was a young brenton girl, red hair, not half bad on the looks side, and was wearing a temple robe. Gold-Heart gave a smile to the girl and the gaurds.

"Well, you all just caught us in the middle of a meeting on what we shall do next for our whole group. I apologize, but this doesnt give me alot of tme for idle pvssyr. Of course, with the condition of the airship, we can probably wait a bit. So, anyways, my name is Gold-Heart" Gold-Heart gave a deep bow, and put his fist to the hard red metal of the royal gaurd armor he wore and aquired as a trophy from his slavemaster after besting him in battle. "I am, as you know, a officer in this organization. I dunno if its the armor or the ebon spear thing that makes people want to put me in high positions, but maybe its just a personality thing." Gold-Heaart chuckled athis own joke.

"So, what brings you here, so deep in the sewers? Message from the temple? Or do you want to join our cause? Mind you membership means free food and drinks! Well, only after raids, but its still a benefit."

As the argonian introduced himself and saluted, Elissandre returned a bow of her own, smliging slightly at his joke. "A pleasure to met you. I'm Elissandre. Well, maybe you'e an officer because there's enough substance inside the armor to fill it properly."

As he asked about the reason for her presence, she answered in a more serious tone

"Both of these. I come to tell you that the Temple agree with your effort and is willing to support your cause, but has neither the ressource, nor the will, to act openly. An open support and a full commitment are simply not possible. The Temple's ressources are already stretched thin repairing Mehrunes Dagon's depredations, there's very few ressources not direly needed for our flock.

What can be done is to keep turning a blind eye to your presence here. The Temple can also take care of your woundeds. Rebuilding Vvardenfell is a hard job that leaves many injuries in it's wake, we can spread them amongst the injured workers. We can also allow you acess to the Red Moutain's southern slopes to install what can't be kept indoors. There's no shortage of remote locations were the Temple can tell with a straight face it didn't know you were there.

Another thing the Temple is willing to do is to let volunteers from his ranks and his faithfuls to join you. This madness must be stopped as quickly as possible. Heratas's shameless wallowing into the worst aspects of altmer culture is an insult to everything we stand for, and the Empire's reprisals are almost as bad. If this war lingers on, whatever side emerges victorious will be tainted beyond salvation, turned into something Morrowind can't afford as a neighbour."

She paused a short while

"And since the Temple is willing to let volunteers join your cause, well, I'm the first of them. I'm a skilled healer, by means magical and mundane as well as a decent alchemist. I'm also quite good with illusion and alteration magic, and able to hold my own with short blades and light armors. I don't doubt you'll find some use for me."

3:00 AM 2 days later

Glanidors torch flickred as he stood, bow strung ready to fire. They were going to start a night attack on the Altmer base. He looked to his flanks and saw the mounted guards standing there dimly illuminated by the torches they carried. The Bosmer captain faced them with an expressionless face. He raised his hand. All the Bosmer touched the arrowhead of their arrow into the torch, setting each arrow ablaze. "Ahup!" the Bosmer shouted. Twang! The arrows whistled through the air like shooting stars through the sky. They hit the Altmer camp and nestled into many of the tents and they flared up. Yells were heard almost immediately. The calvalry instinctively shot off to encircle the hill. "Ahup!" the Bosmer yelled again. Twang! the bows rang again and the arrows sailed through the air. the whistling stopped hopefully along with an altmer's life.

They fired several more volleys before they were ordered to stop. Glanidor watched as the cavalrymen intercepted many of the altmer, cutting them down. This continued on for several minutes. The stream of altmer ceased and the captain screamed "go in and show them what you've got!". Glanidor pulled out his dagger and ran in for a morning of pillage.

OOC: erm im assuming that OOC means Out Of Context? well anyway this is kinda OOC, Maceus is going on a long journey throught Skyrim but its not story relivent what happens (Its nothing really but its not worth making multiple pages over plus im way behind everyone elas)

Ok well what happens is Maceus just rides along on cart from Chydinhal (not sure if I spelt that right) all the way to black light (Morrowind) he takes a route throught Skyrim Riften to windhelm to black light. anyway Im skipping the story ahead a bit so he is already getting onto the boat to Vivec (he is currently in Black Light's Harbor.)

OK! back to RP:

Maceus watched the water swaying as he leaned over the side of the boat, He held the writen orders up to read them...

"You are to go to Vivec Mage's Guild, Do not mention however your part in the war to anyone. There is no need to raise suspision about you're self also there will be a Wizerd rank in there guild - He is a close friend to me and knows why you are there. He will be your trainer from here on out good luck Maceus."

The note flutterd in the wind, Maceus returned it to his bag and continued looking out to the sea.

Ship Captain: "Well, Well! A Bosmer dont see many of you around these days!"

Maceus: "Hmm? yeah I guess not."

Ship Captain: "So why are you going to Vvardenfell? Surley you want to be fighting for Valenwood? you'know because of that Altmer war?"

Maceus: "I'm here on my own bussiness."

Ship Captain: "Is that so, Well we're leaving soon so anything you want on land get it now..."

Maceus: "Im ready to leave when you are..."

Ship Captain: "Hmph..."

Maceus looked away from the Captain and continued watching the water.

=20ish Minutes Later=

The ship captain burst into the ships den and announced that they were getting closer to Vivec!

Ship Captain: "Ah! we meet again erm..?"

Maceus: "Maceus..."

Ship Captain: "Maceus? Very Imperial name you got there, Well seeing as I know your name you should know mine!. The names Nodryn Oreyn but you can call my Oreyn."

Maceus: "Alright nice to meet you again Oreyn"

N Oreyn: "Well we should be in Vivec by tonight"

Maceus: "Tonight? huh thats longer then I thought"

N Oreyn: "Well friend thats boats for you. Silt striders are faster, Anyway I best be going... no one's manning the ship he he."

Maceus: "Silt Strider? Whats a... WHAT!?"

N Oreyn: "Ah! dont worry Im going, Im going!"

Oreyn walked out of the Den and back to the wheel of the ship.
Maceus was worried - "I hope Oreyn gets me there in one piece!" Maceus thought to himself.

OOC: I apologize for my absence. My keyboard broke on me

IC:

Gold-Heart smiled, "Well thank you. It is good to know someone appreciates whats under the armor. Anyways, we thank the temple forits kindness. We are short on healers here, and after our last unsuccessful raid, we definatly needed healers. And as for the volunteers, well, only the princess can handpick members of our ranks. But, if you say Gold-Heart sent you, I'm sure she will be quite willing to let you in."

Gold-Heart turned to the orcish gaurd, "Ulmar, go to the princesses quarters and bring our new volunteer there. Tell Lia she has my reccomendation" He gave a warm smile and a nod to the gaurd before turning back to the Brenton, "Don't worry about seeing the princess. All she will do is ask you about your background and see ypur skills and how they can help us. Most of the people who see her get in. mostly because she rarely gets new people in. you know, its kinda hard to find us."

"Anyways, wonderful meeting you, but as you can somewhat tell, I have to return to this very importatnt meeting with Yakel. Good Luck and hope to see you around!" Gold-Heart turned around at that as the gaurd began to motion the brenton out of the room

"So, anywho, Yakel, whadda think we should do about this camp?"

Vivec Sewers, Yakel's Quarters, About 8:20-ish

Yakel had opened his mouth to reply before the Breton and the guards arrived behind Gold-Heart, but simply waited patiently while they spoke, leaned back in his chair with his hands folded on his stomach. He watched the Breton carefully, making mental notes of her brief interview with Gold-Heart, with mixed feelings by the end of it. His brow furrowed. We cannot afford to reject help at this point, but the risk of her having seen this place...! If she were to tell anyone where we are, we would be ruined. Yakel shook his head, checking himself; over the months, he had grown a bit more suspicious than he normally would have been. True, these were not unreasonable times in which to be suspicious, but he didn't like his own behavior when he was suspicious. He knew Gold-Heart well, and Yakel usually trusted his friend's judgment, but still...doubt was an ever-present guest in his mind.

Having accepted the paper when Gold-Heart had entered the room, Yakel gave a start when the Argonian addressed him again, he having been in his thoughts for a moment. "Right, let me take a look at them..." With that, he laid the parchment out on the table over the other documents already occupying the space. He looked over it with a raised eyebrow, though. "It doesn't quite seem right..." he pointed out, looking back up at Gold-Heart after a few moments of reading the sheet, "It all seems relatively sound, but why would the Altmer be so careless? Leaving their officers vulnerable is, well, quite foolish, really. The Monarchy is overconfident, yes, but they aren't stupid."

He looked back down at the report skeptically, but began thinking again. He said, half to himself, half to Gold-Heart, "If they're so bold to move as they are, they must have powerful mages with them. Drawing them into open conflict would be disastrous; we should catch them off guard. They may not have daedra with them, but if I know battlemages, they can summon them, given enough time." He blinked, spotting something on one of the maps near him that made his heart give a hopeful jump. Looking back up at Gold-Heart, he said, "Do you know in which direction they are moving? If they are headed south, towards Cyrodiil, we may be able to catch them in this pass in the Jerrals." he pointed to said pass on the map as he spoke.

OOC- hey everybody, sorry to interrupt but Swift-blades inbox is full and its not taking pms. Soooooooo, sorry to put my character up without approval but here goes. And if there is anything out of order Swift-blade, just tell me and it'll be fixed. :tops:

name-Ajax
gender-Male
race-Nord
age-36
appearance-Like all nords Ajax is tall and rather strong. However, unlike many nords, he has curly red hair that he keeps short. His jaw is covered by large mutton chops.
class-blacksmith
lifestyle-prisoner
equipment-woolen pants and shirt with a thick but ragged bear skin jacket. Also a leather backpack filled with tinder and flint, a canteen, and a large an old battle axe.
starting location-Skyrim
Background- Ajax was the son of a blacksmith living in a border town just over the Jerral Mountains. He was raised as such until he was old enough to take over his fathers workshop, giving the man a much needed retirement. Ajax toiled as a smithy for many years and kept the profession after he had married. Living in Skyrim, Ajax, as well as the other people in town, weren't much affected by the war. That was until forces from Summerset Isle began pouring into Skyrim in what was assumed to be a large scale flanking maneuver. At first, the Army's presence in Ajax's town was only a slight burden. But as their stay in Skyrim grew longer, they began to demand more and more from the already impoverished nordic towns. It was not long before the villagers began to ignore or revolt against them. In Ajax's town, the high elves struck first. They set the town alight and in the panic many people died in their homes, trapped by deadly flames. Ajax's family was among them. The desperate few who remained gathered what weapons they had and threw themselves at the cruel soldiers. The one or two warriors in the group lasted no longer then the others and all were killed save the few who escaped among the massacre. those who survived, Ajax among them, nursed their wounds in the deadly cold, with the shrill cries of the dead still ringing in their ears. After a time of freezing in the nordic wilderness the rag tag group of survivors began to argue about what to do. Some spoke of migrating to Cyrodiil, others of deeper into Skyrim, and some, the ones who were truly broken and had nothing left, spoke of attacking the army a second time. Ajax knew there was nothing in Cyrodiil for him, nor in depths of Skyrim. So he joined with the broken men, the men of nothing, the men who went willing to their deaths and their dead families. And so one night, a night when the perpetual nordic winter had brought everything in it's cold world to a frozen still. Ajax found himself hacking into a sleeping high elf soldier with the battle axe that had been sent down from father to son in his family for an age and an age. Ajax, though being big and strong, was in no way a warrior and his company was quickly bested. The two men he was with were slain and himself thrown into a cell-like cage close to the tent of the officer who captured him. Everyday he was subject to the cruel officer's skill with destructive magic. He has been in that cell ever since.

?Thanks for your kindly welcome, I'll let you work??. Upon these words, Elissandre left, following Ulmar. Thinking behind her apparent relaxation. Let's see what the princess is like. Let's hope she can prove a more suitable leader for the Summerst Isles than Heratas. Shouldn't be too hard, even a moronic, blood-crazed goblin battle slave would do better. Heratas's course can only end in the destruction of the altmeri culture. Either dying under the Empire's swords, or mangled beyond recogntion by the bunch of sadistic thugs he's cultivating. If the reports I've read are to believed, the Summerset's troops behave in such a way that only genocide will make them safe from rebellion. Maybe Mehrunes went soft on them because Sheogorath had claimed them first.

As they walked though the winding passages, Elissandre noted with satisfaction that the sewer's map she had memorized was still good. Did they really think the Temple would miss their presence in Vivec's underbelly ? It was Vivec's creation, the Temple's jewel, and during the Oblivion Crisis every nook and cranny was checked to make sure no daedra would sneak upon us.

Elissandre was interrupted in her thoughts when Ulmar paused to knock on the princess's door, before ushering her in and explaining the situation. ??She's volunteering to join. Gold hearth vouches for her. Brought news from the Temple too. Says they're letting us do what we want down there, and do stuff north, in the ash down the moutain. The temple's willing to care for our woundeds too. Mix them with their injured workers and fix them.??

OOC: Well, since u tried to pm me this, ill let u slide. anyways, ur character is approved, grizzly

IC:

Gold-Heart, Sorcerers Room, 8:20

Gold-Heart nodded at Yakel's response to the information. "Yeah, I kinda have a bad feeling about this. I think this is a trap. Because I don't think their going for cyrodill, Yakel." Gold-Heart pointed at the Map, "See, they would have passed through these mountains and gone south if they wanted to get to cyrodill and be secret about it. It would take them straight to ol' cloud ruler. But..." Gold-heart moved his hand up "Their moving above the mountain pass. and the mountains are too tall to go sout through. But, they can go through this valley, straight to..." Gold-Heart stopped, moving his hand slowly towards the border with Morrowind, "Morrowind. They want something, and we can't let 'em in. And if their battlemages, they'll probably shoot down the airship. I say we take them on foot. If we can use the mountains, they'll be fighting uphill. and, they probably wouldn't like it if we used some explosives and made an avalanche hit them."

Gold-Heart looked at Yakel, "So, whadda think? What should we do?"

***

Lia stood up and turned to the door. She opened it to see a pretty young brenton bieng escorted by Ulmar.

"Thank you, ulmar. You may leave now." Ulmar nodded and walked away.

"Well, I see Gold-Heart sent you here. I am Princess Liamastacia, leader of the rebels. I am aware you are from the temple, we have been in contact with them for some time. Please, sit down." Lia pulled out a chair and laid a hand casually on her Ebon blade, "so, what is your name, young brenton, and how do you think you may help our cause?" Lia asked calmly.

Vivec Sewers, Sorcerer's Quarters, c.a. 8:20

Yakel stared at the point on which the Argonian's finger rested for quite some time, his thoughts churning, his desires conflicted strongly. "Such an endeavor would help, no doubt. It will take quite a lot of explosives to cause an avalanche, but we've pulled off harder things before. In any case, it should be done at night. Loud noises, bright lights, and thousands of pounds of snow cascading downward- in other words, create as much chaos as possible. If they are planning a trap, we'll need to ensure they can't spring it. Have scouts plot out the terrain thoroughly; we've only one shot at this. Our only weakness will be numbers...but there may be a way to amend that weakness..." Moving his gaze up to meet Gold-Heart's, he continued, slowly, "Well, the people of Morrowind are falling into division," He continued cautiously, aware that he would be treading on dangerous ground with his next statements. "and as we have seen just moments ago, the Temple is at least sympathetic of our cause. At the moment, Morrowind is still neutral. But if the Monarchy is roving about Morrowind..."

Those fools... he thought to himself grimly as he said this.

"...then I'm quite certain that the government of Morrowind will not be well pleased with an army trudging over the nation's borders. They would, however, be well pleased if someone were to bring this army to their attention..." he said meaningfully, looking directly into Gold-Heart's eyes. It was true that they could most likely earn a great deal of favor with Morrowind's government if they alerted them to a potential threat to their country, especially if they...embellished...their notification to make it seem more so, but at the same time, Yakel knew that this would also draw Morrowind into the war as well. Good for the rebellion...but this was where the sorcerer's views differed from that of his faction's leader: Lia wanted peace; Yakel wanted to win the war.

OOC: Short post, sorry.

8:45, Vivec Foriegn Quarter Waistworks

In the last thirty minutes, he had sobered a fair bit, allowing him some realistic grasp of his situation; he had deserved to be thrown out of the bar. And he had actually been the one to instigate the fight with that trio of Dunmer; he had said something about his mother. Pulling his head out from under the roaring water of one of the many ornamental fountains that lined Vivec's walls. His hair dripping with water, he smiled wildly--at least his day had been interesting. He turned on his foot, walking towards the doorway of the Underworks. From there it was a quick jaunt to the sewers, where he'd surely loose his dinner to the horrible stench and the boiling of alcohol in his stomach. At least he'd have a bed there.

As the princess spoke, Elissandre sat down in fornt of her, not minding the hand on the sword. Caution and nothing more. I might be readying a spell to fry her or something equally nasty. "I am Elissandre. Now when it comes to what I help I can bring to your cause, I'm a healer - and a good one." She paused a short while, her gaze darkened by unpleasant memories. "I've had plenty of practice with the Crisis and sorting our the mess it left behind. Magic wise, I'm also trained with illusions, including demoralization spells and creating illusory images and sound. Alteration too, but mostly personal spells. I know enough of blades and light armors to watch for my own neck if things turns messy.

When it comes as to why I want to join your cause, I can't stand iddle watching that insane butchery of a war tearing Tamriel appart. I don't know who your father birthed his notions of conquest with, but Sheoggorath certainly blessed the crib. My apologies for the bluntness, but this whole war is madness incarnate.

Using the relative strength gained from the Crisis to get out of the Empire I can understand and wouldn't care. But turning Tamriel into nothing but charnel houses and slaves pens is an insult to anyone with any shred of morals. Doing it while the Summerset Isles don't have the number to control that much and his butchers make sure only altmers will ever support him without a sword at their back is simply moronic. He can hope to retain control only if his thugs exterminate at least three quarters out of every other race on Tamriel.

That's suposing the Empire don't prevails. Which would mean death for any altmer, no matter how far removed form this idiocy. A proposition I can't agree with, especially with a high chance it will take an Alessian revolt turn. A cleansing of anything elven from Tamriel - including Morrowind. That's no more a palatable option than the other side. Which leaves only one acceptable course, ending this madness before hate get rooted too deep."

Elissandre paused a while, ordering her thoughts "Sorry for the ranting, but it has been gnawing at me for quite some time. And even if Morrowind and the Temple are where I stand now, I was born in Highrock, and knowing what's happening there... it feels like rubbing salt on a raw nerve."

It was now getting dark,

Maceus walked out of the den and onto the front of ship...
He stood at the tip of the boat and watched while the boat slowly closed in on Vivec.

Maceus: Finaly...

Maceus started to think that it was only the beginning of what would be a long journey.

Gold-Heart

Gold-Heart was astounded at what Yakel was saying. And considering what Gold-Heart had seen in his lifetime, that was pretty hard. "So, wait, your suggesting that we say The Monarchy is invading Morrowind to get Morrowind to strike? Yakel, this could change the whole war!" Gold-Heart began to become very excited about this, and was talking very quickly, "If Morrowind enters the war, it will most likley be on the empires side, and that means we will be at peace, even allies maybe, with the empire! And, with war, Morrowind will probably reunite, and be a formidable foe against the monarchy!"

Gold-Heart smiled, "Yakel, what we have here is not merely a raid against us..." He Looked Yakel in the eye "It could be the turning point of the entire war! Hah ha! Its the beginning of the end Yakel!" Gold-Heart exclaimed and threw his hands in the air.

"So, how should we present this to the great houses, Yakel?"

***

Lia smiled, she could be useful, especially after that dreadful last raid... but dont let your gaurd down. ask her about her background and life story. See what kind of person lies behind those eyes...

"Alright, so there are your talents, and you seem very talented. now what of your life story? and what is your name?" Lia asked kindly

Yakel could not have been more relieved by Gold-Heart's response. His expression brightened, and he stood up, now craning over his table of maps with one hand stroking his chin, the other supporting him. After only a few moments of observing the papers (a somewhat needless task to begin with- he often did such things when excited), the Altmer began pacing the room, now electric with energy. As he paced, doing a sort of round about the tables, he spoke quickly, looking at Gold-Heart as he did (or some other part of the room at regular intervals).

"By Azura...! Morrowind, siding with the Empire? I never thought I'd live to see such a thing! It would be historic! Why, against such a force, even the Monarchy would think twice about war. It...it really is the beginning of the end!" he said ecstatically, not restraining his grin. He paused a moment, ponderously staring at the table again. "Let's not go to the Houses first," he began thoughtfully, "but to Duke Dren. We will have to do it tactfully, but if we can get him to listen to us, he is important enough to be able to get the attention of Helseth. If the king can be roused to go to war, the Houses will follow, under the cause of protecting their homeland. Well, except Telvanni. But they never do anything, anyway." He looked at Gold-Heart again, with a shrug. "At the very least, all this should make it safe for us to come out of hiding."

As Lia asked about her past, Elissandre stood silent for a short while, dark memories flowing though her mind, shadowing her expression. You can't hide forever... and at least that bastard is probably dead now. Not that he wouldn't mind kissing altmeri behinds to save his power, but they only offer slavery or death, and he'd rather die than forfeit his power...

"As I've already said, I'm Elissandre... of Cadra. A small barony near Tarnhelm, though there's not more left of it. About nine years ago, it has been seized by a neighboring lord and his hired thughs. I managed to flee, but everyone else got... killed. I tried to find some help, but was too young to get any. Not even when the bastard send some of his thugs to capture me, to make sure any further heir would be of his bloodline."

Almost spitting the words, without trying to hide her disgust.

"I went into hiding, that's where I learned about fighting and Illusion magic, from a mage evicted from the Mage's guild in Wayrest." Her mood lightening as memories from the surprisingly gentle old lecher and his effective, if unorthodox, lessons crossed her mind. "That's where the baron's thughs managed to locate me. I moved to Morrowind, to throw them off my track. Just in time for the Mehrune's assault. The Temple saved my hide there, and I've first worked with them to return the favor, then joined. It just felt as the right thing to do.

I'm not much into theology and rituals, but at it's core the Temple's creed is quite simple : protect the weak, help the needy, instruct the ignorant, Of course there's more, but that's what you find when all the wrappings are removed. Even more now that Dagoth Ur has been destroyed and Lord Vivec as softened things, even if He disappeared during Mehrune's assault."

Gold-Heart was full of energy from the realization that he and Yakel had realized. "Right! We go there, and he'll tell king Helesth, and its war! But we need proof of their invasion of Morrowind. Dren will probably not believe us if we have no solid proof of the Altmer making a move like this. If Dren doesn't agree with us, we may actually lose credibility. So, we need to find some way to convince Dren. Which, knowing the good duke, will not be an easy task. Of course, Me and Dren have meet several times, and he has had me for a dinner once... of course, he may not want to remember that. But, at least he doesn't want me dead, I suppose. So if you, me, Lia, and Ortho went over to Dren Plantation and talked to him with this in our hands" Gold-Heart pointed to the map "We may have a chance. And if Duke Dren agrees with us, Helesth surely will! And it's all uphill from there!"

Gold-Heart was pacing across the room quickly, and tried not to just explode with all the energy inside him, "So, first, we tell Lia. And the sooner the better! The faster we do this, the quicker Morrowind will be able to mobilize. And I like speed. Gets me places fast." Gold-Heart said with a grin, "So we may as well tell Lia now. Agreed, Yakel?"

***

Lia smiled. She may be hiding something, that i do not know. But, judging by her story,she knows hardship. And she won't back down in the face of fear. Thats just what we need now.

Lia stood up and drew her Ebony longsword, "ellisandre of Cadre, I deem you worthy of our band of rebels. Kneel, as I recite the Oath of the Rebels. Repaet after me, and you shall be a member amoung us."

Lia lifted he sword above Ellisandre's head, "Repeat what I say: I swear to uphold all that is right in this world. To hold firm at the face of fear. To let no opporitunity escape my hands. To not let any man defeat me without a fight. To show loyalty to my brothers and sisters, and to ultimatly free Tamreil"

Name: Kovacs
Gender: male
Race: Imperial
Age: 34
Appearance: A ruined individual, his face is burnt, scarred, his left ear is partly missing, and he is blinded in his left eye, refusing to cover the scar with a patch. He sports a outlandish blonde beard to make up for his lack of hair. His entire body is covered with scars, he is muscular and broad, with a height of 5'10. His remaining eye shows no emotion, except that of a insane desire for death.
Class: warrior
Lifestyle: Kovacs is a lost soul, on a quest for his death. He seeks out the most dangerous situations and gleefully throws himself into the battle, hoping to die a gory death and rejoin his dead family. He searches for the crew of the near mythical air ship, for he belives that his best chance of death rests with them.
Equipment: extremely battered dwemer armour, a dwemer, dwemer mace, steel shortsword, with several canteens of water.
Starting location:
Background: Kovac was, until the events of the Oblivion crisis, a wealthy and happy retired fighters guild member, he was married to his wife Dana and together they lived near the temple district of the Imperial city. They where happy, with Kovac sometimes taking up fighters guild contracts, until the end of the Oblivion crisis approached, along with the end of Kovacs sanity. When the daedra attacked, he led a group of armed citizens in defense of the temple district, until he was mortally wounded by a combination of burn wounds and combat wounds by a incredibly powerful Daedroth , horribly injuring him, burning more than half his body, and scaring the rest of it, before leaving him to die. During the carnage of the battle of the temple district, a unnoticed fire turned into a raging inferno, destroying Kovacs home, belongings, and most importantly, his entire family.


Personality: Personality: Kovac is, to put it simply, insane. His actions are governed by a desire for death in battle, and he has no regard for his own personal safety. However, for those that he develops close bonds with, he will loyally stand by their side. Sadly, he has barely spoken to anyone in the past several years, so intent on his quest for death.


Location: Vivec sewers, 8:45

Kovacs allowed his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness of the sewers. He felt excitment pounding through his veins, almost as if he was about to battle, but as far as he knew, the only thing down here was the rebels from the fabled airship. He had spent the last year of his life searching for the airship, before two months ago he had made his way to Morrowind, before finally narrowing it down to the city of Vivec. Now he was stuck, unable to find the rebel's base of operations in the massive sewer network.

But tonight felt different, he felt it in his bones. Something was bound to happen, be it he would finally die, and would joyfully embrace Arkay, the aedra of life, or he would find the rebels and join them.

After a unknown amount of time, he finally stuck gold. The wall he had been examining shifted, and opened on some form of mechanism that he didnt care about. Behidn this was another door, made out of iron with a portion that would slide back like a peep hole. Suddenly, a gruff voice rang out.

"Do not move. State your bussiness or you will be shot."

Kovacs single eye darted rapidly throughout the room before finally settling on the port in the door, it had oppened, and sticking out from it was the bussiness end of a armed crossbow, aimed directly at his unarmouerd head.

"I wish to join the rebellion. My name is Kovacs."

"Very well, you will relinquish your weapons and armour at the door before proceeding under armed guard."

Slowly, the door opened, and Kovacs stepped through, and with greatly exagarated slowness, removed his shortsword from its sheath and placed it on a table, along with his mace, sheild, and in several minutes his entire suit of armour was laying on the wooden table. Leaving him wearing only leather pants and thin and coarse white shirt. A guard patted him down while another still had his crossbow aimed at him. The guard had found his hidden daggers in his clothing. Scowling, he followed the lead guard, with another behind him.

They walked on for several minutes before coming to a door, and the guard knocked rapidly on the door.

As the princess smiled and accepted her into the rebel's ranks, Elissandre felt a mixture of relief and worry Let's hope I won't come to regret my decision. It's a risky business I'm joining. Bah, it's not as if I had that much to loose...

Kneeling down she repeated the oath "I, Elissandre of Cadra, swear to uphold all that is right in this world. To hold firm at the face of fear. To let no opporitunity escape my hands. To not let any man defeat me without a fight. To show loyalty to my brothers and sisters, and to ultimatly free Tamriel."

elissandre stood up, "I'm at your service. If you don't have an immediate need for me, I'd like get back to the High Fane to report - and carry back any message you have for the Temple. I'll need to gather some equipment too." Gesturing toward her dress "If the Temple's support of your cause is to remain hidden, this isn't exactly the best way to do it."

Lia looked up at Ellissandre, "We could definatly use healing of he wounded right now. The last raid we had left many men hurt, and we need to be fighting ready again, and soon. You can find our makeshift hospital 3 doors down on your right if you wish to look. Thank you, Ellissandre. But now it seems I have another visitor here at the door."

Odd. i have never gotten two new recruits in one day... Li thought to herself. she realized there was strength in numbers, but if they became too big, people would notice and start reporting them. But, as of right now, they could still take a new eager member.

"Garrus" she said to one of the gaurds, a redgaurd, who was gaurding the door, "Let the man in. We may have another new member at our hands."

"I will pay it a visit on my way - I still need to return to the High Fane, but not in such a hurry that I need to go straight for it." Elissandre left, on the way out she crossed the newcomer, slightly raising an eyebrow at what she could se of his face in the passage's dim light. Whoever healed that face was a novice, a butcher or a drunk. If I have the time, I should try to improve that.

Before entering the crowded hospital she paused on the threshold, gathering magicka and knotting it in a complex spell she had devised during serviec with the Temple - a minor healing spell, combined with charm and morale-enhancing effects. Projecting around her an aura of well-being and trust as she moved in to add to her own presence. A bit of a parlour trick, but it has been a lot of help when I had to heal conservative dunmers who felt I was a filthy n'wah desacrating a Temple dress.

After a quick dicussion with the local healer, Elissandre agrred to take charge of the worst injuries - mostly burns, sword cuts but also claws and bite wounds. Physically cleaning and sometimes suturing the wounds before applying her spells to heal them. Including fighting down infections and the odd poisoning. From the look of it, they mostly had to rely on potions and first aid. They really need every skilled healer they can get their hands on. And I'd better teach all I can to those few they have.

The boat had docked and Maceus along with a drunken crew walked onto the Foreign Quarter.

N Odryn: "EVERYBODY OFF!"

Maceus walked off and started to walk up to the Foreign Quarter Plaza.

Maceus: "Who... Designed this frekin' building!? *Huff*"

He then reached the top and entered the Plaza, When he entered he was meet with strange looks and people whispering about him Maceus felt uncomfertable as if a fight was about to take place.

Maceus walked up to an Khajit and asked:

Maceus: "Excuse me, do you know were the Mages Guild is? I've been told its around here?"

Khajit: "Stay away rebel I want nothing to do with you!"

Maceus: "Wha? Rebel what are you talking about?"

Khajit: "Go away before I call the guards!"

Maceus: "Alright, Alright! im going"

Maceus walked away from the Khajit discruntaled at what had just happend and then a hooded man walked up to Maceus:

Hooded Man: "Follow me Maceus, I will show you to the mages guild"

Maceus: "Who are you? and how do you know my name?"

Hooded Man: "Thats not importent right now, I will tell you when we arrive at the mages guild"

Maceus: ".. .. hmm .. Alright.. I'll follow you."

Maceus followed the Hooded Man to the Guild, Now Maceus was even more suspicies but he coulden't jump to conclusions right now he had no one to turn to for information of the people or land so it was best to take his chance's for now.

"Spare the at least children and the baby, but, I will kill the women if I have to" Marcus said as he pulled his Akaviri katana from his belt, "And...........Give the men a weapon, and a suit of armor, if you want me to prove myself, then let me slaughter the men, when they have armor and weapons, but I will not slaughter a baby, in fact, you can blind fold me, and I will kill the men with haste." Marcus glanced at the elf as the deathmaster also grinned at him. "And if you want proof........" Marcus looked at the elf as he reached into his pocket, "Here is my..............Blade tag." The blade tag showed his rank and his name. The Blades had created the tag after the oblivion crisis to keep track of their fading order. Marcus glanced at his blade and thought This might be a little fun,

IC-Unrealized images swam through Ajax's head as he tried to sleep. One moment the face of his wife would become clear, and then his son's, and then fire everywhere, he could even feel the heat of it on his body.He could vaguely hear screams and yells in the distance but he was unable to focus on them. All he could think of was the deadly flames licking his body, consuming him. As though through a fog he heard loud clanging sounds. The grating of metal on metal became louder and louder until he couldn't stand it anymore. His eyes flickered open. He was huddled in a sweaty ball lying in a pool of melted snow slush. "You better get up now pig, or you'll pay for it!" Ajax knew that voice and further knew that ignoring it wasn't an option. He slowly lifted himself up, using the bars around him as supports. Once he was up he solemnly stared at the figure in front of him. Boring into the figure with his sunken eyes.

"We're moving today pig," it said insolently "and you get to be at the front of the parade." The spear the High Elf was holding splintered the morning sun into Ajax's eyes and he couldn't see a thing, but he didn't need to. The earsplitting screech of the door opening and the prod of Elf's spear at his back were enough to make him obey.

"We're going to have a nice little race. You, verse me and my horse." The voice said. Ajax remained silent. Complaints, he knew, would achieve nothing. And even if they could, Ajax hadn't spoken in so long he doubted he could manage to rasp out even one word. He couldn't even remember the sound of his own voice. And as his hands were shackled and he was forced to begin running, the little spirit that remained in him gave an awful shudder. It wont be long, he thought to himself, until that little spirit thats flickering deep inside of me will finally go out.