Vivec Foreign Quarter, Sewers. 8:50

Bile worked its way up his throat, pouring out of his mouth into the greasy water of the sewer system. Before he heaved again, he let out a loud curse, which was cut off smartly by another wave of vomit. His stomach thoroughly emptied, he rolled onto his back, realizing in a coherent way that he'd probably need to wash himself and his clothing before he'd ever smell like roses again. He frowned at that, and tried to get up, but to no avail. Balance shot, there was nothing he could do but try to roll onto his hands, and considering his surroundings, he felt it wiser to ignore that possibility.

"Gramung or Garrus, whichever of you is there... Help a poor son of a [censored] out and help me to my feet," he raised a hand into the air flaccidly, somewhat expecting help.

When that help didn't come, he cursed loudly, realizing that his bed, not to mention a nice bath and change of clothes, was on the other side of the canton's sewer system. With that in mind, he began the humbling task of returning to his feet, rolling from his back to his chest and then using his hands to pry a distance between him and the floor. Back on his feet, he slowly jaunted through the darkness, hoping that there would be few, if any, more distractions from his bed.

"Yes, yes, we should! Wait, maybe I should go ahead and start writing a letter to- no, no, let me go with you. If she's reluctant, I'll try to pull out more reasons to take this course of action."

Yakel was so excited that he could have hugged Gold-Heart. But he was not one to wantonly hug, so he did no such thing. Rolling up the map of Tamriel and the report, he made sure they were neatly together and headed towards the doorway, motioning with his arms for Gold-Heart, who was standing in said doorway, to take the lead. "Come on, the sooner we get this endeavor rolling, the sooner some sort of outcome can be reached, good or bad!" Yakel was speaking even more quickly than usual, anxious for progress.

This simple report may be the dime on which the entire war could turn.

Elindrin turned to Ren and whispered into his ear away from the Nord "Get Ozzy, Fred, and Jub Jub to fetch crossbows and to take positions on the roof. Make sure they stay undetected. This might have to turn ugly. Open fire on the Nord IF I draw my sword.". Ren nodded and ran off into the sprawling mess of wooden buildings.".

"Look, Nord," Elindrin turned back to face the so-called Shadow warrior. "I seem to be surfuring a mild brain dysfunction to the point where I'm going to give you one more chance. Kill them. Kill them all. They won't run. I've made sure of that. If you don't comply to my standard of Amorality, then I'm afriad you have no place here. Kill them and you shall be rewarded with a roof over your head, comrades, and something to fight for."

Elindrin frowned. He couldn't accept this kind of direct disobedience in his force. While Elindrin waited for The Nord's reply, he noticed a high elf and an Argonian take position with loaded Dwemer crossbows. Ozzy's Bolt peeked out from behind some curtains in a house across from Elindrins. The Argonian, ever so stealthy, crouched in an alleyway. Fred was yet to be seen.

OOC:

Wooly: There is no man there.

Everyone: Not sure how much Elindrin can do sitting in his Death Camp. Any plans to attack the camp?

Elissandre, rebel's base, 9:30

Having done what she could with her spells, Elissandre sighed with relief "Not more to do for them. Now they'll need rest to recover fully. I have some duties to attend and will leave you fora while. There should be no surprises.". With the satisfaction of having done a good job, she headed for the base's exit. Getting back her sword on the way.

As she reached the secret door, she paused to cast her life detection spell, making sure no unwelcome witnesses were on the other side. Once again she could detect no lifeforce stronger than a handfull of rats. She quickly moved through the door, closing it behind her and heading toward the tomb's sewer acess, casting and holding on a night vision spell to pick her way through the darkness. Now that I'm accepted amongst the rebels, getting spotted would be a bit of a problem. But I think I can give plausible excuse for wandering down there.

Gold-Heart nodded excitedly and spun on his heels towards the door, "Aye, Lets go! Waiting is for the old!" he said as he stormed out of the room, Yakel following behind.

Gold-Heart had to try hard not to run. The war is almost over now! Hah, ol Swifty may be able to get back to the fighters guild in time. By the nine... He was excited, obviously. The war was beggining to wear on everyones spirits, especially officers, and amoung them those who had been in the Rebels from day one. It had been a long year, in which everyone grew older and wearier, and the war felt like a thousand pounds on their backs, and every death was a hundred more pounds. Personnally, Gold-heart sometimes wished he wasn't a part of the rebels. Going back to the days of roaming tamreil, fighting monsters and seeing the world. Now, he was a member of an underground resistance groups trying to end one of the most destructive wars tamreil had ever seen. Big change there.

They finnally reached the door, where they saw a gaurd bringing in what seemed to be a new member. The man was scarred, and the crazed look in his eye seemed like all he wanted to do was fight. It actually somewhat scared Gold-Heart.

"Sorry, uh, Princess can't see you right now. We have information that may end the war. Um, we have food in the kitchen, help yourself. gaurd, show this man to the kitchen, I'll get you all when im done." Gold-Heart said so quickly he may have messed up a few words in the sentence. then, turning his attention to the door, Gold-Heart threw it open and almost damaged the door.

"Lia! Lia! Lia!" Gold-heart said as if he were an excited 5 year old with a new toy. Lia, who appeared to be relaxing in a chair, quickly sat up and was suprised by Gold-Hearts rude entrance. "Lia! We have information that may end the War! Yakel, Show her what you have!" Gold-Heart exclaimed.

Yakel stood behind Gold-Heart in the doorway for a moment, taken aback by the crashing entrance his friend had performed. He glanced blankly at the door for an instant to make sure it hadn't been flung off its hinges, before stepping forward into the room and giving Lia a bow. He began once the bow was completed, and he stood upright, his back straight. Friend or no, Lia was still royalty.

"Er, yes milady," he began unrolling the map and report, presenting them to Lia, "we have found something that at the very least will get the attention of this nation. If you have not read the report, the armies of the Monarchy are currently moving about in Skyrim. Curiously, as Gold-Heart pointed out, they do not seem to be moving south to Cyrodiil, but here, into northern Morrowind," he indicated the locations on the map as he spoke, which was a little awkward to do while standing up and trying to hold the map open.
"This means the Monarchy's army will be traipsing upon Dunmer lands - and as you can well imagine, Helseth will most certainly not be pleased with an army marching across his land. If we were to bring this report to Duke Dren in Ebonheart, assuming he listens to us, he will bring this to the attention of King Helseth himself. And if Helseth listens and sends scouts up north to investigate, the news of the army may be enough to stir Morrowind to war against the Monarchy. That, a victory in itself, will do one thing certainly, and may do one of two other things."

"The certain thing that will occur is that we will no longer have need to be in hiding. This may gain us Morrowind's support, therefore allowing us more breathing space. As for the other two: Morrowind's entrance to the war will either tip the scales in our favor, or cause the Monarchy to back down altogether. I do not think even our kinsmen would make a bid to take both the Empire and Morrowind, unless they are very foolish."

"This is, of course," he said a note of worry in his voice, "all dependent on our credibility. If Duke Dren dismisses us as liars bearing a false report for our own gain, all is lost for this endeavor." He took a breath and laid the papers on a table in the room. "Well, milady, what do you think?"

ooc: again, sorry for the short post, but there's not much else I can do. I'll post again a little later with Salumandus.

Vivec, Foriegn Quarter Sewers. 9:00

Garrus greeted him at the door with a gruff smile, pulling him in out of the darkness with a sharp tug.

"How sober are you?" he said, peering into Kaleb's eyes intently.

"Not at all," he sighed, just wishing that he could crawl into his bed and pass out.

"Well, you'd best sober up real fast; judging by the commotion I'd guess they're going to want an escort real soon."

"Fine... Could you grab me a jug of water? I'll be in the armory kitting up," he said, sighing deeply and walking off down the hall.

"Ask someone else to get that water for you. You know I can't leave my post!" Garrus shouted back as Kaleb stumbled down the corridors. Once Kaleb was out of earshot, he sighed. "[censored]."

The Hooded man told Maceus to wait in the main hall of the guild he then walked off.

Well at least he got me here.... maceus thought to himself.

A dark elf man walked over to Maceus and said

Dark Elf: "You are you new Journeyman correct?"

Maceus: "Yeah thats me the names Maceus"

Dark Elf: "Maceus? What an odd name for a Bosmer, Well anyway go and meet up with the Arch-Mage he is just up those stairs to the left."

Maceus: "Alright, By the way - Who was that Hooded guy I walked in with?"

Dark Elf: "Oh, That was just Ricarno he is a Journeyman rank like yourself oh look here he comes"

Ricarno: "Maceus, Good to see you once more."

Maceus looked at Ricarno with a blank look on his face, He had forgotten who Ricarno was.

Ricarno: "You dont remember me do you!?, *Sigh* well I dont blame you its a time I would like to forget too."

Maceus suddendly rememberd!

Maceus: "The front line!!, Now I remember!"

Ricarno: "Yes, well its good to see you made it out in one piece"

Maceus: "You too, So what happend?"

Ricarno: "Maybe this is best discussed in my quarters"

Maceus and Ricarno walked down more steps and into the Journeyman Quarters.

Dark Elf: "Did they just forget I was here or something?... ... HEY! Maceus wait your supposed to be talking to the Arch-Mage!!!"

"now listen here brute, when we go in there, my friend and I will be leaving. But dont try anything stuipd. The princess is armed and fully capable of defending herself, and just in case, theres a bodyguard in there armed to the teeth. He'll rip you limb from limb."

Growled the guard with the crossbow. His rancid breath assulated Kovacs nose, the Guards face violating his "personal space" as the soft nobels called it. But Kovacs didnt mind. It just made it all the more tempting to smash the mans face in with a well thrown punch.

"Sorry, uh, Princess can't see you right now. We have information that may end the war. Um, we have food in the kitchen, help yourself. gaurd, show this man to the kitchen, I'll get you all when im done."

A argonian had quickly walked up past the guard and himself, almost looking frigitended (sp) by Kovacs. He seemed anxious to be away from the imperial and in the room of the princess. The argonian quickly entered, and was followed closley by an Altmer, who well wasnt fritened, look excited about their information to end the war. Kovacs on the other hand, was not. Hopefully there would be one final battle, and maby, just maby he could find a worthy oppenent that would kill him.

Now they headed back towards the kitchen, the one that had been threating Kovacs headed back towards the entrance, whereas the quiter one led the way. For several minutes they walked in silience, before the Guard spoke.

"Your armour and weapons have been placed in the armoury. There should be nothing wrong with them, if there is any damage, the damaged equipment will be reparied. For free. Once your done eating, the armoury is down that hall way and on your right. Dont try and take anything out that belongs to the rebels though, we keep a list of everything."

He said that last part as a warning. As if Kovacs would steal anything. Stealing and spying was a cowards way of living life, and Kovacs was no coward.

Lia was stunned. The information that was presented here could be the key to ending the entire war. She had been searching for a year on how to stop this war, and it was sitting right in front of her. It was amazing, to say the least. Lia let all the information that she had heard sink in, and then stood up to speak.

"This is a mavrick plan, to say the least. Use Morrowinds manpower for our purposes to end the war. And even then, they may not even join with us. But they will, you can see it in their eyes. their will to fight, to stand up, to not be forgotten. There is much angst amoungst the dunmer. they do not want to stand idle and watch the world burn. They love this world, as we all do. And they will not see it die. Yakel, Gold-Heart, We have been presented with a way to let out this angst, the terrible might of the historically most militaristic province of cyrodill, and by a good bit to. They will fight to the end. But we face an enemy who will not fall to simple brute force, they need courage to defeat. Intelligence of the great minds of Tamreil to slowly work down the altmer clockworks. It will be bloody and many will die, some of them our friends. But it is worth freedom."

Lia paused for a moment and looked up at her friends. "Tell Ortho to have airship ready by noon. We are going to pay a visit to Duke Dren."

Gold-Heart grinned and saluted Lia, "Yes Ma'am!"

Gold-Heart knew what was happening. And Lia's speech only affirmed it. This was it. The endgame to this bloody mess. This was how the beast would fall. And it would begin with a dinner with Duke Dren.

Gold-Heart turned and looked at Yakel, "Yakel, do you want to come with me to get Ortho? Or do have things you would like to get one first?"

Elissandre quickly traveresed the sewer, then the tombs, emerging back into the Foreign Quarter's inhabited area, then back to her quarters in the High Fane.

There she had a short meeting with Neira Alaryn, a mere deacon but part of the Archcanon's mices, his eyes and hears all over Morrowind, and sometimes beyond.

"Greetings Elissandre. How was your meeting with the rebels ?

Quite good, Our propositions have been welcomed and I've been accepted amongst them - they can't afford to turn down healers. From my first impression, Princess Liamistacia seems to be both competent and sane - her group is such a melting pot that she has probably discarded most altmer prejudice.

Good news and good work. It's too soon to tell how things will turn, but there's something the Temple is expecting of you. Do your best to get the rebel's leaders ear and trust. Not to manipulate or spy, but to make sure Morrowind and the Temple won't be used. We're allies, not pawns or dupes.

I will. The Temple saved my life and was a balm on my soul when I needed it direly, I won't betray them.

I didn't expect less of you. One last thing before you return to them. I have some informations for you. The Temple's suggestions about how to end this war and some possible ways to quench the hate enough to prevent a repeat.

thanks. I'm going."

Elissandre quickly moved to her quarters, gathering her few possessions in a bag, making a detour through the Fane's stores to supplement her medical supplies. Once done, she made a last stop in her room, replacing the Temple's dress with a plain but sturdy and comfortable skirt and tunic. Before leaving, Elissandre called foth some magic, weaving the strands of illusion into her hair to alter their almsot flaming red hue into common light brown.

Her preparation done Elissandre moved back to the Foreign Quarter, discretely going back into the sewers through the tombes, making sure nobody had seen her. Once back into the rebel's hideout, Elissandre returned to the hospital, adding what she had brought to it's supplies and checking the wounded. Once sure they were all recovering well, she picked a quiet corner to read the Temple's thoughts.

Sounds rather solid. Giving Herata's thugs a crushing defeat will undermine his support in the Isles. Maybe enough for the Princess to depose him. Then trading the butchers and the abandon of every land under altmer control on the mainland for peace and the commoners held in the Imperial camps.

Marcus just wouldn't do it, "No, I will never slaughter the innocent." He Walked out of the gate as the Elf stood there, glancing at him." He came upon the gate guard, and a band of Altmeri soldiers looking at him. The captain of the squad glared, "Do not let him escape!" and 5 Altmeri warriors drew their swords, just meters outside of the camp. Marcus moved quickly as he blocked their elven swords. He parried with one, knocked him away, and came back with his sword across another one's face. He slaughtered the one on the ground. "2 down, 3 to go." He mumbled. He quickly struck down 2 of the remaining Altmer, and the captain glanced at him. The Captain drew his War hammer, and went for the Nord's head. Marcus ducked, and stabbed the captain in the stomach with his Akiviri katana. The fight was over, and Marcus ran into the deep, dark woods.

After bowing heartily to Lia, Yakel replied, "Quite ready when you are," wholeheartedly. Lia's speech made the trip to Ebonheart seem like an attractive challenge. He had never spoken to any of Morrowind's governors, but that didn't appear to be a hindrance to him. Yakel was ready, with such high stakes. In any case, it would be interesting to see what the outcome of the meeting would be, even if they were rejected.
Besides, he had an old friend to visit in Ebonheart.

Yakel thought for a moment, and asked the two, "Will we be needing anything in particular besides the report?"

OOC: Sorry...just tired...

Gold-Heart smiled when Yakel agreed to see Ortho with him. He walked over to the airship garage to see Ortho standing on the deck yelling for the scamp to bring more stuff up on the deck. Gold-Heart waved, "Oi, Ortho, get down here! We have something to tell you!" Ortho looked up, and then came down the airship using a snowfall spell. He walked up to Gold-Heart and Yakel, and smiled "Good to see you two. What is it you need?"

Gold-Heart explained the plan and all its signifigance. Ortho was stunned to hear how close they were now to victory. Yakel asked if they needed anything besides the report, and Gold-Heart shrugged, "We really dont have anyhing besides the report, man. We just have to take it on faith that he will listen."

Ortho nodded, "Agreed, we dont have much to bring. Anyways, this should be done by Noon, so we can leave then. I will be working in here if I am needed further." At that he turned around and used a levitation spell to get back up to the airship.

Gold-Heart turned around and walked out, and then walked to the kitchen where the recruit was waiting, "Well, this may sem rude, but I think the princess may be busy. We just found a way to nearly end the war, so, she may not be able to take you in for interview to join at the moment. Of course, you can stick around if you want. You will be like an honoured guest. Just dont leave, please." Gold-Heart smiled and then left the room.

OOC: mannimarco wont be on till next weekend, but please, attack the camp after he gets back on,

OOC: alright everyone, who wants to do a time skip straight to noon for when we leave for Ebonheart?

[OOC : fine for me]

OOC: fine with me, but I wont be able to post again till monday, going on a band trip to disney! Swift blade, you or anyone else you deem capeable can RP my character, as long as you dont kill him, unless its something extremly epic, I would like to do so.

OOC: Fine by me.

Noon, Gold-Heart

Gold-Heart walked towards the airship, his armor clean and his spear as well. He washed up to hopefully impress the good Duke, since first impressions are first impressions. Gold-Heart opened the door to the hangar and looked at the airship. It had been quickly repaired to make it useable again, and since they were oly going to Ebonheart and then taking a boat there, they had not far to go. Gold-Heart looked around to see the three others who were going on this trip: Yakel, Ortho, and the princess herself. Ortho was wearing a clean fancy robe, and Lia wore a blue dress and had cleaned her long red hair.

Gold-Heart Looked at the princess, "Are we all set?"

Lia Nodded, "I am Ready, and so is Ortho. Does Swift-Blade know he is temporarily in charge"

Gold-Heart Nodded, "Yep"

Gold-Heart looked to Yakel, "Are you ready? Or do you have something you need to do real quick?"

"No, I am quite ready," Yakel said, making sure his clothes were straight. He wore red and gold robes, which were designed to give the appearance of greater length than was actual, in a common Altmeri manner. He carried with him a neatly tied parcel containing their presentation to the Duke, and in his robes he also carried an unmentioned rolled-up piece of parchment- a letter to a friend.

"Let us be off quickly. I am sure the Duke will not be happy to see us showing up on his doorstep, though...let us hope he is not preoccupied..." he added dryly. He had only once before had to deal with Morrowind's politicians. Yakel figured it would be easier to get a response from the most hostile of Ashlanders than a Hlaalu noble.

Having done whaat she could in the hospital - now sure that all of the patients there would recover - Elissandre paused, using the time available to her to read through the Temple's suggestion about the war. Or more accurately it's ending, thinking about her options.

Unless there's a clear danger, King Helseth will certainly do his best to keep out of the war. The damage from the Oblivion Crisis has been widespread, and Morrowind simply don't has enough available military ressources to significantly alter the outcome. Which is why neither the Summerset Isles nor the Empire made much efforts to sway the province to their side.

High King Herata's way of adminstrating his conquests ensure his troop are in overwhelming majority Summerset Isles altmers. The combined massacre of trained fighters and widespread brutality means no recruits from there. Even worse, a drain on an already limited number of troops. A major revolt in the conquered lands is likely to force a major altmer retreat or defeat, through both disrupting supply lines and diverting troops from the frontline. A severe enough defeat could cause High King Herata's removal from power and force an end to the war soon enough to prevent the Empire from seeking the complete destruction of the Summerset Isles.

The most favorable ground for such a revolt is Highrock. From athe vailable accounts, Heratas's troops have mostly bypassed Orsinum while conquering the province. Probably considering rhe removal of the orsmiers from their highly defensible positions too much trouble for too little reward.

But with an airship, the terrain wouldn't be a problem, and put us far closer to where we can make a difference. Especially if we can stir the redguards who moved into the desert into action. And any of Herata's butchers who get sent there will be one less facing the Empire. The whole front might crumble overnight, they'll have to either pull back or get cutt off from their supplies.

OOC: Sorry, I was slow in getting a post in.

12:05 PM, Rebel Base

I close my eyes for a second and I fall asleep in my armor...

Panting heavily, Kaleb ran through the spindly corridors, dodging people like a spear around a shield. While his chainmail was heavy, it wasn't enough to slow him down too much. With a grunt, he slammed into the door, flinging it open without stopping his momentum, and he bowled into the room, winding up sprawled on the floor, his skull throbbing. Groaning and getting to his feet, he looked out on the airship, which sat idly in the water of the hangar. To his right stood Gold-Heart, the argonian who appeared to be de-facto commander in pretty much everything but name, Yakel, a rebel Altmer who was closer to the princess than anyone else in this hideout, and his target, Liamnistacia. I have to watch myself here. After all, we're trying to get into an Imperial citadel with someone wanted by the Empire... And my sister's life depends on my capturing her. He quickly rose to his feet and gave a deep bow.

"Princess, one of the guards informed me that you may need an escort," he said. "The palace of Ebonheart is inside an Imperial Garrison, after all."

Gold-Heart smiled at the imperials statement, "Kaleb, I think that is your name right?" Gold-heart drew his Ebony spear and held it vertically. Gold-Heart chuckled, "Kaleb, I am the escort. Go see what Swift-Blade needs you to do."

Lia held her arm out, grasping the Imperials shoulder, "Gold-Heart, this mission requires us to avoid imperial notice. If our friend here can help us evade the Imperials, then let him help us. Ortho, open the hangar for the airship."

Ortho Nodded, "Yes ma'am." Turning around, Ortho pointed for his scamp to go to a nearby lever. The scamp squeled and walked toward it. The creature pulled the lever, and a tremendous noise like thunder overcame the room. The ceiling slowly opened, water fallind down through the edges as sunlight illuminated the entire room. Ortho walked to the airship and started it up, and it hovered a few feet above the ground with a magical whir around it. Lia let go of the Imperial and regally strided onto the airship.

"Well, If your coming along, just stay low. You talk to the imperials, we will deal with Dren." Gold-Heart laughed, "You get the easy job." Gold-Heart turned and walked aboard the airship. He sat down in a chair and took out his lute and began to play it as the airship began to lift as everyone got on.

Gold-Heart looked up to Ortho, "How long till Ebonheart?" Gold-Heart asked as his lute played a soothing melody.

Ortho turned from the wheel, "About half a hour"

Gold-Heart looked back down to his lute as the airship left the hangar and ascended into the sky, "Sounds good to me."

Marcus ran into the deep forest, He ran past Smokehole cave, still running to the south-east, when he came upon Troll Candle Camp. He saw several figures at the camp, but he recognized 4 of the 5 figures almost instantly. Baurus and Jauffre were sitting on a rock, talking to one another. Marcus was in awe, "Baurus! Jauffre!" Marcus had always known the 2 Blades ever since he had been training to become one himself. There were 2 other Blades there, by the names of Darius Claud, and Anguilion Swift-Tail. They were training to become Blades with Marcus, until they left. Darius was a tall Breton, and Anguilion was an Argonian. All of the Blades wore Blade's armor, and had Akiviri katanas. The 5th figure was a wood elf, by the name of Alawen, (Yes, that is the master trainer for marksman in oblivion.) she wore leather armor, and had a steel bow as her weapon, with a quiver of arrows on her back. "How in the heck did you guys end up down here?" Marcus said in surprise.
Baurus replied, "Me and Jauffre left together, and Darius and Anguilion left together, we met up with each other about 6 months after me and Jauffre left. We are now staying here, and we have no idea to were your adoptive father is, we have been looking for him, we should have never left, we are trying to reform the blades, is cloud ruler empty?"

Marcus replied, "Yes, yes it is, I was the last one there, and.............(Marcus tells Baurus and the other blades the very long story about how he ended up there).
"Well..." Jauffre spoke, and Anguilion got up, and ate some venison,"Some of the Blades are dead, some fought in the war, some are out there on their own, and we have been looking for your adoptive father, for he was a great warrior, but we have found no traces. The blades have departed as an order, and it will be a hard thing to restore that order, we have no purpose, the bloodline was erased in the oblivion crisis. This war is destroying every ancient guild, there is no arena, the mage's guild has been forced into the war, the fighter's guild is literally destroyed. And there is a rumor that the Dark brotherhood is in war with the Morag-Tong. This War will never end, and if it does, nothing will ever be the same................" Marcus glared at the sunset, as the day was ending, and the last seconds of the day went away, as the sun went down.

This war will never end? And if it does.........................