STELM: Sorry for the wait but you know… School (all honors this year), marching band, concerto bandio, young democrat club, Youth in Government (I won an award last year thumbs up for PUBLIC SCHOOL!), Cross Country (Only public school that went to the first meet), a creative writing club (that I am starting for myself, PM if you have any suggestion on how to run it (it's my first time)), and a social life…soooo. It's gonna take some time. Some MOTIVATIONAL reviews would really help right now!

The Old Province III

-SHADE-

Dear Shade,

Shade I wanted to tell you that I miss you a lot. If you haven't heard a lot of shit had happened since you left. Kobin is a werewolf and is being interrogated for information. You know that group of vampy's who sit by themselves? Well one of the girls turned full vampy to save my ass. Her names Sarah you might know her. I don't know if there are going to be expelled or not. Kobin's like my brother and both of them saved my life. I think it was Canila who sent the hit but then again I doubt she has the recourses to send that many Altmer our way. Anyway I'm about to get on a wagon that's headed to the outskirts of Argonia, a ship will take us the rest of the way. I'll see you on my return.

Love Zuve.

"Zuvejjet." I said to myself silently as I walked the warming cobblestones of the plaza. The warmth might just be the multitudes of mages around me but it was still enjoyed. My calm thoughts were interrupted as I read over the letter again. Canila? She could take the people who had become her friends away from her forever. She tried to kill them. She was a friend of my elders. Her people were in a secret allegiance with my people. I wish I could have warned him, Zuvejjet. I knew this was going way too far, people were getting killed because of my information. I only wish I could tell him what he was getting himself into.

I had only gotten here and I felt that all eyes were on me. I could feel the guilt eating up my insides. I did so much good work with the priestess of Dibella and I pushed my magical limits of the use of magical influence and mind control. I used this one spell that our teacher taught us before we went on a Hammerfell stage to talk to a group of Redgaurd house women, who looked twice as strong as most other housewives on nirn. We were taught how to read the general reaction of the people around us. It was like detect life but instead of one color it was a blur of different colors around me. As I silently casted the spell and saw a general unrest, but nobody seemed to notice me. I was invisible to their eyes; I had done nothing wrong to them. They were just worried if the next strike would affect them.

My sorrowful thought of mind was interrupted when I saw Canila walking free but looking a little battered. She was home free yet the boy I really cared about was off in a far off land. I approached her with no intentions on being stealthy.

"Canila you harlot!" I said from a place I didn't even know existed, as I grasped her shoulder to turn her around. Her look could scare a scarecrow.

"You're one to talk you convict whore. How about you go chase after your beast toy." Canila said and I slapped her. The sound made a sharp noise that cut the general bedlam of the plaza.

"Don't you ever say that!" I said as loud as possible. The eyes of my peers were burning holes into my body.

"Atleast I know where my allegiances lie." Canila said and it hit me. It really hit me hard. She turned away from me and I lost myself in the crowd. I felt so low right now. I just wanted Jet to be safe but how could I do that without betraying my people. I wish I had somebody to talk to right now.

-ZUVEJJET-

"Hey shut the fuck up. Just lay back and drink that the rest of the Nord Mead. I left a little bit after last night." I said as I broke down some Red Lajon on a piece of a wooden cutting board. It's this Argonian based plant that is usually smoked. The plant that it comes from originates from Argonia and it is mixed with a variety of peppers. It cleared your nose and apparently your soul. Plus it gave you a high like no other. Well it was tied with two of the nine other Argonian made narcotics that we tried. So basically the roomed smelt like this, that, and the other mixed with peppers. Seeing as mixing the original plan with drugs was the cool thing to do know. This is my second time coming to this batch, it made me cough a lot but it was nice high afterwards when I smoked it out of my bone pipe. I think I dropped my old one back home. My new one was green with blue and purple stripes. I thought it looked pretty cool.

We got these drugs from one of Bajee's contacts. He ran big business in this city. Moved all sorts of products, illegal and legal. He even visited Skyrim on occasion, according to Brain-has-Holes. May not be all that reliable but he's the one who remembered where to find the drug dealer.

The experimentation was going to have to halt for the next four hours, according to my internal clock. We (me and my Argonian posse along with Curio who was now crawling all over our wooden room) were in the city where the meet was suppose to go down out. I sent a message to my parents to meet me tomorrow. As much as I missed home I didn't have the time to go out to their Morrowind house. I might get lost anyway, that's if I survived today.

Well anyway I was about to get all strapped up. These guys were good company if I did say so myself. They looked like they knew their way around sharp objects. They also knew some local call girls. Let's just say that these homeland Argonian women were professional at what they did. They left a few hours ago. Good times.

"Alright boys, t-time to get that gear on. These homeland mobsters are coming packed I'm sure." I said getting up off my bed almost stepping on Brain-Has-Holes who had made a mat for him to sleep in. He grunted a few undertone things but I ignored them. I leisurely walked up to the window. It was beautiful, the place my people called home. Outside my window was an overview of a swamp in front of us. This was one of the few dry hotels. The hotel was located on an old Hist tree that grew above most of the other ones. The fact that there was hist present made me feel better. I had been under its influence before but this was so raw. This feeling was something new and I liked it, a lot.

I forced my eyes away from the view and went into the drawer to find my casual wear. It was something I wore on dates often. Who knew Valenwood yellow would be my color. I fitted it with a dagger on the boat ride here. The voyage had to be one of the most treacherous on this world. I couldn't be a weakling about it though, not in front of my men. So I swallowed all my vomits accordingly.

A few buttons and feather combs later I had the style of a young prince, or at least that's how I saw it. The others wore something more "grunt" looking. I guess it was best for me to shine over them; they were just back up if something unexpected happened.

We exited the building without any problems. Lebbis, the other grunt, had a bag filled with money. Just to smooth the deal over. We were going to make a good deal with these guys. They tell us about all the biggest moves that are happening. They also give us information on all the major trade routes and money transactions. More information than manpower but a great man once said that the pen can be as great as the sword.

We decided that we would board the next subship. It was a Black Marsh only type technology. Their lesser mages powered it. It consisted of dwemer metal and mages that pushed it forward. It was dwemer in design and was stolen by the Argonians. Hey it was effective in the tourism side of Argonia's economy, something the Black Marsh hadn't seen in a while.

Argonians aren't the only people who have been using the dwemer technology to their advantage. The ancient race's technology has been under a magnifying glass for a good decade or two. There has also been reports of special dwemer weapons being created, but for the peace of the lands of Tamriel I hope the rumors are proved incorrect. A war isn't what anybody needs right now.

We pass through crowds of busy minded Argonians. A few non-reptiles in the mix but they were obvious tourist. We paid a good bit more than the regular cruise ship price to get a ticket to this modern mass transit vehicle; this was a new way to ride after all, the dwemer horseless chariot some would call it. We boarded the subship with a sense of purpose, we were going to be making some septims today. After the attendance met their capacity limits for people inside the subship the ship sped off, going twice as fast as expected. Aside from the tourists we seemed to be the only astonished one. Technology these days, I didn't even want to wonder what advancements could be made in the near future.

It took a good thirty awkward minutes for us to get to our destination, but it was passed by me sitting in the uncomfortable dwemer metal seats. I also looked at the water world around us. Pretty cool stuff. It was then did I realize the beauty of where my people came from. I guess the old lizard wasn't as deranged as I thought.

45 minutes later in a hotel called The Root, room 64…

"It's already an hour pass noon. These guys already started wrong, they're late." I said impatiently toying with my dagger strap. We had came all this way for them to show up late to their own meeting. Why does this type of shit have to happen to me? Why can't something simple happen for once.

I mean really what type of professional criminals were late for their own meeting it was completely unprofessional. I can't even…

"Incoming, Jet!" Lebbis said and I could hear nothing. I reacted off of instinct. I jumped in the air and twisted around mid-flight, my dagger no longer in my sleeve but now in an empty space that was behind me. That feeling in your head when you made a mistake. It hit me hard as my feet hit the floor. Focus.

My head by its own will snapped to its right and simultaneously a green blur of movement moved my way. I conjured up a long sword and swung a quick slash diagonally in front of me. The blur only moved right a few inches and flowed like fluid past me. I was stuck asking myself, was this real? The actions took place within a second.

The blur then moved on to strike Lebbis but it came off with sparks. Lebbis had impressively parried the assailant. The two engaged in a battle of shadows with the precision of an elder knitter. The collateral damage being the destruction of all the fine things in the executive room.

A few seconds passed and a foreign shadow joined the power struggle. A quick squeal marked the end of the half a minute long battle. Brain-has-Holes was close behind the unknown argonian and had his dagger lodged into the side of the assailant's neck. The root brothers opened his mouth and the resolute bloodshot eyes made my soul loose a few pounds. It could have been me, a young lizard trying to make his way in life by taking ours. He died without knowing who killed him. A soul was stolen without knowing who took it.

Brain-has-Holes let the dead man fall to the ground and he backed away cleaning his dagger with already bloodstained shirt. I figured I'd play investigator and closed in on the assailant. I tried to find pockets but the assailant only had assailing on his mind, thus he only had a spare smoke bomb, some throwing knives, and a hist bottle on him, disappointing to say the least. Now we had no lead. He didn't seem to be with any major government or gang. We all came to the conclusion he was a sell sword.

It shouldn't be a surprise to me now but it kind of still hits me. We were betrayed. Did our gang have any hold anywhere? No respect on our homeland and now it's here too. What was next for us? These fucking information brokers don't know what's coming to them.

"By the winds!" A voice said from the door that I had guessed been locked. These had to be the assholes in the flesh, they were the only other people who had the key. The nerve.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked or more like demanded an answer from the small statured Argonian man who stood shocked at open door's entrance.

"I could ask you the same." The argonian said in swift comeback.

"Like you don't know. You sent this guy to kill us before you got here." Lebbis said pointing at the Argonian with eyes of pure hate. I guess I wasn't the only one who didn't like being betrayed.

"Why would kill our business interest. My co-workers and I work with violent people in non-violent ways. If you really think we would risk such a brash move at a time like this then kill me now." The Argonian said and it made a lot of sense. Maybe they were better people than I thought. That still didn't explain the assailant.

"Stop Lebbis." I said as the thug started to react on the information broker's last three words, it seemed that that was all he heard.

"I just wanna know how they get the information broker crown and they don't know who the fuck would want us dead!" Lebbis said in reply, stopping nonetheless.

"Just let me sit down and we can go over this. Weigh out the possibilities." The Argonian man said in a friendly tone, he wasn't the only one who wanted this to smooth over.

"Agreed." I said affably. No more blood needed to be spilled.

The two parties (the information broker came with an argonian thug that was revealed a soon as the "kill me now" comment was made) sat down at a circular table. It was the biggest set piece of the Businessman hotel room. This hotel, a more traditional one, was underwater, and there was no particular "view" the whole underwater thing felt weird but natural to me. I guess I was finally getting to my roots.

"Ok the mammoth in the room is obviously the dead body. Who could have sent it?" I said as Brain-has-Holes started to relocate the corpse to the closet staining his shirt so much that you'd think that it was a new style.

"Well he was an Argonian assassin so it really could be anything. This guy wasn't any definitely run of the mill neighborhood gang member. Maybe a powerful foreigner hired him or an ex member of your own gang with a grudge found out where the meeting was going to take place." The businessman said thoughtfully. I still hadn't gotten his name.

"Nobody gets out of Jummeja. It's a brotherhood; you never stop being somebody else's brother. How would you know I don't even know who you are." I said in reflection of all the dead root brothers who had passed before my very eyes. It was moment when a human might cry but I had been trained harder.

"My name Sir Zuvejjet is Hiassin, but you have to understand that your views are seen in a lot of gangs and…" The accountant started but he got cut off.

"We aren't those other gangs." Lebbis said from the changing room.

"What he said." I said enhancing my comrade's statement.

"Well if not that then you would have had to have pissed off a very rich person. Contrary to most stereotypes not everybody who lives in Black Marsh is a shadowscale. Finding a native hitman is a rare find." Hiassin said calling Argonia Black Marsh on purpose. It was an interesting strategy. He wasn't the only one profiling. We weren't native to the motherland at all; he didn't know who we were, like we didn't know who he was. The realization of our standings with the homelanders wasn't the greatest. This guy was a hell of a speaker.

"Ok look Hiassin we just need to get you out here. This meeting has already been compromised. Here's what we came to give to you. Just a little something to sweeten the deal." I said as I walked over to the table and threw the sack of septims at Hiassin who caught them, barely. Almost losing his balance as he struggle to hold the thing, it was kind of funny seeing him struggle.

Right after Lebbis and Brain-has-Holes finished de-inconspicuoizing (a word right from the Zuvejjet dictionary, it's new you probably haven't heard of it yet) themselves, so that they didn't look like they just didn't kill somebody we started moving. The public of Argonia was pretty use to violence but that wasn't going to stop us from getting looked at weird.

We traveled through the hallway without any problems, a single young argonian guard was revealed to be under Hiassin's employ. He was proved not to be responsible for the assailant however. From afar I guess we looked like some young Argonian bachelors ready to take on the world, right after noon. You know what they so though. The early bird catches the worm, or is it the morning serpent always catches the night rat. Either of them worked the same.

We only came to find resistance when we hit the lobby. Which was on the highest floor, a common Argonian design. I came up the stairs first and immediately spotted the opposition. A trio of armed argonians stood at the door. Not lightly armed as the first assassin but more obvious. They wore metal plates over leather armor. They each had a different set of weapons. One had a battle axe; another had dual swords, and the other a long sword. All iron weapons, no shields, these guys were in it for the kill. Their faces masked with a specially made argonian mask.

A mob of angry argonians were making racket, the line in and out of the hotel was stopped and people were ready to do something crazy to make it to their job on time. The rest of my party reached the upper level lobby and we started walking in plain sight towards the crowd. The assailants shoved through the crowd forcefully one woman argonian refused to let go. That's when the assasilant wielding a battle axe snapped.

With a loud roar he bashed the female argonian's snout and preformed a follow up hit with the weapon's metal tail end. A blaring silence ensued, the lady didn't even get time to react. An overhead spin and slash downwards ended her life.

That did it. The crowd went crazy most trying their best to leave the others trying to get as close to the walls as possible. The sacrificial lamb laid there still and motionless and the murder himself dashed at me first. Just my luck.

I quickly set up a fire trap a few feet in front of me and did an agile back flip backwards to evade the fire blast. The grunt seemed to ignore the main force of it and kept on charging a little slower, but still a full on charge. A quickly overhead swing was the attack of choice once again but I was no sacrificial lamb. I dodged the swing without too much trouble. The quick jab to stomach I gave him looked like it was a pathetic attempt but I backed away after landing the blow because as I expected his battle axe clattered to the ground that I once stood on. Unknown to my assailant, I had almost perfected the ice jab. It freezes all of your victims inner organs if you do it right. I was lucky my enemy had a rip in the side of his armor or it would do no more than give him minor frostbite. You see it's all in the skin contact.

The others were dealt with with a combination of the parties muscle. After the last enemy went down we decided to walk with Hiassan to his employer's base. That's where they would get the questions they had to offer answered.

STELM: Alright folks just came back from my first tailgate and it was crazy. The things me and bro get into Jeezz. Anyway long awaited tenth chapter I know it's short but I'm going to be like this until the next big break comes up so please show some MERCY. Playing Mass Effect 3 and NBA 2k13 is hard work. Then there's Pre Calculus. Trying not to be a lame. Messed up in my homecoming game (marching band) almost hit a guy and I was in the front of the field, stupid me. Did you see the plot thicken? If not then I'll reinforce it in the next chapter, maybe in the view of Sarah or Kobin. Anyway do you all like the change in POV if so reviews make my day and so do PMs sooo if you want anything special to happen get in contact and I'll do my best to accommodate. Shouts out to Cerbhail for that ice punch.