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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 13:26:56 GMT -5
Awaking abruptly, Koran's first thought was to cast a Night-Eye spell, and in doing so, revealed that a mysterious man stood in the doorway. "You there! What is it that you want? I am naught but a humble man looking for a place to stay!"
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Post by Azan on Apr 16, 2005 13:44:08 GMT -5
Azan now seeing the Breton replied “I am Azan and I have an offer for you, work for the nameless faction and you will be rewarded well and from the looks of it you wont have to live in a lighthouse anymore.”
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 13:46:25 GMT -5
"How is it that I can trust a man that will not even show his face in the dark of night?" asked a wary Koran.
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Post by Azan on Apr 16, 2005 13:53:37 GMT -5
“My reasons for not showing my face are my own reasons no one else’s, but if you insist I shall remove my cloak and only once” Azan then removed his cloak revealing his face with is odd glowing eyes. “Now you see my face, and now you see why I cannot show my face, if a guard or anyone knew of my face I could be found fairly easily within Morrowind, now do you accept my offer? Just a warning you will have to kill people allthough most will be guilty of something.”<br>
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 14:01:13 GMT -5
"Yes, I will join your mystery faction, but I implore you: I am a poor man and I have nothing but a few ingredients. If you were so great to find me, surely you have something that you could give me to help me out," bargained Koran.
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Post by Azan on Apr 16, 2005 14:05:17 GMT -5
“Ha ha, I did not believe that I would get humor out of this, I was not the one who found you I am merely receiving orders from the main land, they were the ones who found you, and I am fairly poor as well, the faction to which I belong is out of reach so they cannot send help or aid, I am on my own, which is why I was sent to find you”
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 14:09:29 GMT -5
"Well then. I will join your faction. Call me Koran, mage and alchemist. I'm also not bad with a short blade or staff if it gets to it," said Koran. Thinking for asecond, he added, "And your name is....?"
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Post by Azan on Apr 16, 2005 14:13:08 GMT -5
"You may call me Azan, and I am pleased to meet you Koran" replied Azan hoping his superiors knew what they were talking about when they said this mage had some skill in the ways of magic.
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 14:30:07 GMT -5
"I am pleased to meet you too, Azan," said Koran. "I'm sorry to be blunt, but... now what? What are we doing?"
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Post by Azan on Apr 16, 2005 14:39:29 GMT -5
"We must wait untill word from the guild, as for what to do at the moment, meet me at the Lucky Lock Up in Balmora" once saying that Azan turned around and walked out of the dank light house. Refusing to use a silt strider, he chose to walk to Balmora.
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 14:54:43 GMT -5
As soon as Azan left the room, Koran realized that this was his chance to prove to him how adept he was. Rummaging through the barrels inside the lighthouse, Koran found exactly what he was looking for, a restore magicka potion. He drank it all, and began to feel the warmth rush through his veins. Racking his brain for a spell he learned long ago, he found it, and as he said it, he got the feeling as though his entire body was being sucked into an invisble hole in an invisible wall. The next thing he knew, he was standing at the entrance to the Balmora Temple. He got a few odd looks as he walked down the street, having just appeared out of nowhere. On his way down the road, he spotted a nervous looking man drinking a blue liquid of some sort while following a shifty man down a different road. Koran felt a strange sense of foreboding, but paid no heed to it. He continued to walk down the road, and on the side, half sticking out of a barrel, was a dark green cloak with a hood.
Now that I am a member of this "Azan's" faction, it will probably be best if I go unnoticed
After looking around to make sure the area was clear, Koran quickly pulled the cloak on, and proceeded to walk up the steps to the Lucky Lockup. Once inside, Koran walked up to the bar, sat down, and asked for a tankard of Flin as the morning sun shone through the windows.
It's going to be a long day
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 16, 2005 21:09:03 GMT -5
Elthari slowly placed his body in the water, letting it bob there for a moment before looking away. The breton then knelt down and began rinsing his hands of the smell of the dead. Hoping to keep Vendrid talking, to keep watch with his ears, Elthari formulated a question. "I have told you my home, and my buisness, now, what would yours be?" He stood up and wiped his hands on the long skirt. Patting the long sheath strapped on his side, Elthari glanced at Vendrid as they walked back towards the bodies, still a little uneasy. He just couldn't place his finger on it. Something about his eyes...
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 17, 2005 21:08:54 GMT -5
"Well... I'm a...jack of all trades, you could say." Vendrid let out rather slowly. "I've got... nimble fingers. As for my home, I was born here on the streets of Balmora, and ive been... practicing my trade all my life. As of now, I have a shack down on the south side of town."
A thought then popped into his head. "We can spend the night there if you like."
Approaching the final body he noticed It was squirming, weeping, still alive.
"I beg of you, spare m-" His final sentence was cut short as Venrid noncalantly thrust his blade into his chest, once twice, three times. He stared at the ex-thug whilst wiping his blade.
"He's dead. Urmph. He's heavy! Gimme a hand, wilya!"
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 18, 2005 15:14:53 GMT -5
Sitting at the bar, Koran looked around, taking in his surroundings. The man behind the counter seemed like the kind of man you wouldn't want to cross, he was a big man, a Redguard with bulging arms and a katana strapped to his waist that you definitely wouldn't want to mess with. That very same man then turned to Koran and stared him in the eye for what seemed like a century, until the man abruptly turned around to get himself some sujamma. At that moment, the Imperial seated next to Koran began to sway precariously, about to fall off of his bar stool. Thinking quickly, Koran cast a simple and relatively weak telekinesis spell and attempted to pull the falling drunk back onto his stool.
At least, that was the plan.
Instead of the simple, weak spell he had thought he would conjure, fountains of lavender poured out of Koran's hands in the direction of the man as soon as the spell left his lips. The lavender cloud collided with 219 pounds of Imperial skin and bones just seconds before it hit the floor. For a period of time, time seemed to freeze, and the body hung there. The bartender, having seen what just happened, dropped his tankard and stared at Koran, his hand moving over the hilt of his steel katana, trying to decide what to do. As soon as Koran began to believe that he had, in fact cast a simple spell to pull the man back on his stool, he realized that a light tug was not what he would get. For at that moment, the man on the brink of unconciousness was suddenly fully awake as he went hurdling through the air, flew over Koran, and sailed through the window above. Then, the bartender made up his mind. Koran found himself looking at the door to the tavern, with two men, one of which being the bartender, in his way.
Where the hell is Azan?
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Post by Azan on Apr 18, 2005 15:40:48 GMT -5
Azan running swiftly to Balmora had stopped to tell his superiors that his mission was successful. “Caius I have recruited the young mage, I still do not see why I must work with someone, especially a new recruit”<br>“Good work Azan, just don’t question your orders, we have heard nothing but evil come from Morrowind and you need someone who knows the land, and the customs, plus I am sure he will contribute with his skills in the ways of magic”<br>“Very well, what am I to do now?”<br>“Just stay put for a while, I will contact you in a bit.”<br>After Caius finished what he had to say Azan then returned the stone to his pocket and started once again to Balmora. As Azan started to come to the river going through Balmora, he noticed blood in the water.
There must have been a brawl in the city recently; well I better hurry to The Lucky Lockup.
As he reached the door to the lucky lockup he felt something wasn’t right, normally he would ignore it choosing to remain elusive but he had an odd feeling that Koran was involved, and besides he needed to get inside to meet him Azan unsheathed his darkened steel long blade and entered, finding the door open to two backs he tapped one on the back with his sword.
“Excuse me but you’re in my way.”<br>“Oh I am sorry I didn’t realize” The man the attempted to throw a punch at Azan, but the man being drunk it made it all the more easier to doge it, and Azan having a sword then ran him through mortaly wounding the man, the other man who had been paying attention to something going on inside the bar chose not to pay attention.
Well something has to be interesting if this man wouldn’t pay any attention to me killing someone, then again this man too is probably drunk
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