Rewriting chapters at the moment. It seems if I don't like one thing, then
I end up scrapping the whole lot and starting again. Big hello to Angie,
Carlo and the kids.
A big congrats to my 4 mates in BH that have just had their first children
each. Jonno & Kate (Ella-Page) and Sul & Renea (Conner) – mustve been
something in the water eh?
Oh and always, thanks to Volundrung and Creeper.
Last but not least, to anyone that's nice enough to review; Thanks for
reading.
~V~
CHPT 4: Quests
Bendar lifted his goblet and drained the last of his wine. His small companion sat with his head down, idly playing with the stem of a Gold Kanet flower. As if sensing he was being watched the young thief lifted his eyes and looked at the huge Nord.
"I wonder what they're going to do?"
"Probably go on a hunt. That assassin looked determined, and the rest obviously think that Kirathe is linked to all this mess." Replied the large Nord, shrugging. Secretly, Bendar disliked anything to do with magic, he preferred an enemy with weapons he can see and counter. Magic was something Bendar could live without.
The objects of their discussion could be heard deep in conversation in the next room. Kirathe and Navireth along with the Mages Guildmaster and a few high ranking members we're discussing the next course of action.
The assassin's voice, however, could easily be heard over the top of everyone else's.
Kirathe had been taken by the guildmaster and his accomplices and questioned about the vision he received when touching the blade. They had since been tight-lipped about their conclusions when they received his answers.
The meeting had been noisily interrupted when Navireth had stormed back into the guildhouse, taken her weapons along with her dead brothers, then abruptly confronted the guild leaders and demanded answers to finding this daedric wizard and his 'cult'.
When Hlaalu guards had come to remove the boisterous and clearly dangerous assassin, then had summarily been sent away by the frail looking Mages Guildmaster.
At this point the five other survivors were curious to discover how Kirathe and his moving rune tattoo was connected to the daedric warrior who destroyed the lucky lockup, and what they should do about it. Was it an attack meant for Kirathe that they unfortunately became involved with? They were also extremely curious about Kirathe's vision and the assassin's dead partner.
Any answers to these questions were withheld from the group, they were not yet allowed to leave town, and the patience of many of them was running out.
Bendar and Zaareth watched as the Hlaalu guard returned to his station, but the guard always kept a doubtful eye on the entrance to the room where he was evicted.
"You wish for revenge young one?" Asked the old Guildmaster, addressing the assassin. Navireth had become curious once the old man had sent away the guards that had come to remove her. She found her patient and coldly calculating personality reasserting itself.
"Yes, old man. My Morag Tong partner was my younger brother. "
This received a raised eyebrow from Kirathe,yet he said nothing as she continued, "The Assassins guild frowns upon non-legal murder, but personal acts of revenge, especially those concerning other guild members are accepted, even encouraged."
"We have a proposition then."
Navireth paused.
"Go on." She replied carefully.
"You obviously think that your brother's murderer will once again try and attack Kirathe here, so you want him as bait."
Kirathe frowned and looked at Navireth sharply, he still said nothing, yet Navireth ignored him. It was indeed exactly what she wanted.
Another robed altmer stepped forward holding an unrolled parchment, "If I may Grandmaster?" The old man nodded his agreement so the altmer mage continued, "Your reports indicate that the daedric wearing figure's last word was simply...'Soon.' It was directed at the dunmer male known as Kirathe. This would seem to indicate that it is indeed his intention to find this dunmer once again.
The Grandmaster smiled at his accomplice's sharp mind; the reading was quite obvious yet it reasserted the fact in the assassin's mind that she would benefit from a partnership with Kirathe.
"You see Assassin? Your revenge might be fulfilled, but our proposition is thus, if you wish Kirathe for bait, then you must vow to your god you will protect him. Kirathe may be about to start a series of events that could affect us all. It is obvious that some evil wishes him dead, as seen in the destruction and murder in this town's tavern, so we must do what we can to prevent him from dieing."
Kirathe looked open mouthed at the old mage, "About to start what series of events? This is something to do with my vision then?"
"Yes, and your runes." Replied the old man.
"Is this some kind of prophecy?" asked Navireth.
"There is nothing we can find in any record in any of the mages guilds on Morrowind to indicate so" replied the altmer with the parchment.
The grandmaster nodded his agreement, "But just because we can't find one doesn't mean there isn't one. We have requested help from guilds on the mainland, but quite simply; inexplicable tattoos that have been on you for all your life, don't move. Now when these tattoos are runes, and you just happen to receive visions after touching the sword of someone who tried to destroy an entire building filled with people, we like to make sure that we prepare ourselves for something big."
"That makes sense." Replied Kirathe bleakly.
"Further than that," continued the grandmaster, "if it just so happens that such a diverse range of people happen to come together and survive such an ordeal, it make sense that a prophecy would include them, which also means you, assassin."
"I'm not protecting an entire group of people old man, and the Morag Tong work better by themselves. If you want me to protect this tattooed fool, fine! Just don't expect that I can be bought to babysit the others!"
"As we have no direction, might I ask where you will take Kirathe?"
"He will follow me to the Nest of the Morag Tong; our motherhouse, and before you ask, I'm not going to tell you. I have to report a guild-members death and explain the circumstances. After that we will go hunting. I'm assuming that long before then we'll meet out daedric friend again."
"Capital idea!"
"What?" both Kirathe and Navireth said in unison.
"Grandmaster?" queried the altmer mage immediately after.
The old grandmaster held up his hands, "Let me explain, I never wanted you to er... babysit the group of people over there. I simply stated that if this is some kind of prophecy then when its time, all of you will be involved. Ill think of something for the others to do, but right now, you two should toddle off to your motherhouse and protect each other."
"Toddle?!" Navireth said sharply.
"You had better prepare yourself. Your enemy is strong in the arcane as well as having what seems to be a fanatic cult in its arsenal. Who knows how powerful our enemy is. Prepare yourselves for the worst."
Kirathe and Navireth quickly looked at each other. Navireth then quickly drew her brother's dai-katana and spun it in a tight arc around her hand. The others watched her, and all except the Mages Grandmaster looked slightly worried or frightened.
The assassin turned the blade in her hand. The light from nearby candles reflected off the blade and run down the length as she turned it. Kirathe couldn't help but admire it.
Suddenly the assassin took the scabbard and sheathed the sword, then shoved the handle into Kirathe's stomach forcing him to grab it. The assassin turned and moved her face inches from Kirathe's, still holding the handle of the dai-katana.
"This blade was my brother's." Her voice came out in a harsh whisper and her breath tickled Kirathe's lips, and he felt excitement as well as fear as she continued, "It is of the Morag Tong. When we meet my brother's murderers, you will leave the daedric figure for me. Until then you will use and respect this blade. Now say your goodbyes, we leave immediately."
The assassin then turned and left the room. As she passed the four other survivors she turned and looked at each one, studying them.
They all looked back apprehensively except for the large Nord whose look was of strength and defiance. Attributes she admired. If she must endure this group as the old man had foretold, then she would lead it. Until that time she would take this Kirathe and find her brother's murderer.
As the thought of her brother crossed her mind, she felt guilt at having borrowed his blade to a stranger. Then she realised that the reason she did it was because she was also curious of his moving runes. She refused to admit the truth; that she saw the same look of strength and fire in his blood red eyes that her brother's had held.
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Inside, Kirathe had come out of the separate room and moved to the tables with the four other survivors. Sarynia jumped up as she neared and came to him.
"Are you alright? How is your back?"
"I'm fine, and these things haven't moved again."
Luien, the former bartender of the Lucky Lockup, pointed to the dai-katana that Kirathe carried, "She gave you her partner's blade?" He asked incredulously.
The others looked at the blade in his hands.
"He was her younger brother apparently."
At that Sarynia gasped while Luien shook his head. Bendar and Zaareth nodded to them selves in understanding.
Kirathe continued, "It seems I have to go on a trip. I think we'll all be meeting up again soon, I have to go with Navireth and find the daedric figure, we're going to the Morag Tong motherhouse or something first."
"Be careful lad." Said Luien, "Assassins are assassins, even if they belong to a guild. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"No, not at all, but I need to find this guy again. I can't explain it. Maybe I will be able to once I meet him? Ill tell you when we meet up again."
"When we meet up again?" Bendar said slightly amused.
At that moment Navireth appeared from around the corner.
"We leave NOW, Kirathe. Let's go."
Once more the assassin vanished around the corner. Kirathe turned and followed, just before moving around the corner and out of sight he looked back over his shoulder at the group. Then he was gone.
The stunned group turned and faced each other. It was the Nord who broke the silence.
"When we meet up again?" The Nord repeated.
"Why is he with her?" Sarynia asked loudly.
"Because he must," replied the Grandmaster from behind them, "and yes Nord, when you meet up again."
"What do you mean old man?" Zaareth chirped in.
The Grandmaster looked around at all the people surrounding him.
"I have a quest for you all."
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~Authors Note~
Stay tuned, ive got a lot of ideas running around my head and ill need to get them out fast. New chapter soon!
Don't forget to read and review!!
~V~
CHPT 4: Quests
Bendar lifted his goblet and drained the last of his wine. His small companion sat with his head down, idly playing with the stem of a Gold Kanet flower. As if sensing he was being watched the young thief lifted his eyes and looked at the huge Nord.
"I wonder what they're going to do?"
"Probably go on a hunt. That assassin looked determined, and the rest obviously think that Kirathe is linked to all this mess." Replied the large Nord, shrugging. Secretly, Bendar disliked anything to do with magic, he preferred an enemy with weapons he can see and counter. Magic was something Bendar could live without.
The objects of their discussion could be heard deep in conversation in the next room. Kirathe and Navireth along with the Mages Guildmaster and a few high ranking members we're discussing the next course of action.
The assassin's voice, however, could easily be heard over the top of everyone else's.
Kirathe had been taken by the guildmaster and his accomplices and questioned about the vision he received when touching the blade. They had since been tight-lipped about their conclusions when they received his answers.
The meeting had been noisily interrupted when Navireth had stormed back into the guildhouse, taken her weapons along with her dead brothers, then abruptly confronted the guild leaders and demanded answers to finding this daedric wizard and his 'cult'.
When Hlaalu guards had come to remove the boisterous and clearly dangerous assassin, then had summarily been sent away by the frail looking Mages Guildmaster.
At this point the five other survivors were curious to discover how Kirathe and his moving rune tattoo was connected to the daedric warrior who destroyed the lucky lockup, and what they should do about it. Was it an attack meant for Kirathe that they unfortunately became involved with? They were also extremely curious about Kirathe's vision and the assassin's dead partner.
Any answers to these questions were withheld from the group, they were not yet allowed to leave town, and the patience of many of them was running out.
Bendar and Zaareth watched as the Hlaalu guard returned to his station, but the guard always kept a doubtful eye on the entrance to the room where he was evicted.
"You wish for revenge young one?" Asked the old Guildmaster, addressing the assassin. Navireth had become curious once the old man had sent away the guards that had come to remove her. She found her patient and coldly calculating personality reasserting itself.
"Yes, old man. My Morag Tong partner was my younger brother. "
This received a raised eyebrow from Kirathe,yet he said nothing as she continued, "The Assassins guild frowns upon non-legal murder, but personal acts of revenge, especially those concerning other guild members are accepted, even encouraged."
"We have a proposition then."
Navireth paused.
"Go on." She replied carefully.
"You obviously think that your brother's murderer will once again try and attack Kirathe here, so you want him as bait."
Kirathe frowned and looked at Navireth sharply, he still said nothing, yet Navireth ignored him. It was indeed exactly what she wanted.
Another robed altmer stepped forward holding an unrolled parchment, "If I may Grandmaster?" The old man nodded his agreement so the altmer mage continued, "Your reports indicate that the daedric wearing figure's last word was simply...'Soon.' It was directed at the dunmer male known as Kirathe. This would seem to indicate that it is indeed his intention to find this dunmer once again.
The Grandmaster smiled at his accomplice's sharp mind; the reading was quite obvious yet it reasserted the fact in the assassin's mind that she would benefit from a partnership with Kirathe.
"You see Assassin? Your revenge might be fulfilled, but our proposition is thus, if you wish Kirathe for bait, then you must vow to your god you will protect him. Kirathe may be about to start a series of events that could affect us all. It is obvious that some evil wishes him dead, as seen in the destruction and murder in this town's tavern, so we must do what we can to prevent him from dieing."
Kirathe looked open mouthed at the old mage, "About to start what series of events? This is something to do with my vision then?"
"Yes, and your runes." Replied the old man.
"Is this some kind of prophecy?" asked Navireth.
"There is nothing we can find in any record in any of the mages guilds on Morrowind to indicate so" replied the altmer with the parchment.
The grandmaster nodded his agreement, "But just because we can't find one doesn't mean there isn't one. We have requested help from guilds on the mainland, but quite simply; inexplicable tattoos that have been on you for all your life, don't move. Now when these tattoos are runes, and you just happen to receive visions after touching the sword of someone who tried to destroy an entire building filled with people, we like to make sure that we prepare ourselves for something big."
"That makes sense." Replied Kirathe bleakly.
"Further than that," continued the grandmaster, "if it just so happens that such a diverse range of people happen to come together and survive such an ordeal, it make sense that a prophecy would include them, which also means you, assassin."
"I'm not protecting an entire group of people old man, and the Morag Tong work better by themselves. If you want me to protect this tattooed fool, fine! Just don't expect that I can be bought to babysit the others!"
"As we have no direction, might I ask where you will take Kirathe?"
"He will follow me to the Nest of the Morag Tong; our motherhouse, and before you ask, I'm not going to tell you. I have to report a guild-members death and explain the circumstances. After that we will go hunting. I'm assuming that long before then we'll meet out daedric friend again."
"Capital idea!"
"What?" both Kirathe and Navireth said in unison.
"Grandmaster?" queried the altmer mage immediately after.
The old grandmaster held up his hands, "Let me explain, I never wanted you to er... babysit the group of people over there. I simply stated that if this is some kind of prophecy then when its time, all of you will be involved. Ill think of something for the others to do, but right now, you two should toddle off to your motherhouse and protect each other."
"Toddle?!" Navireth said sharply.
"You had better prepare yourself. Your enemy is strong in the arcane as well as having what seems to be a fanatic cult in its arsenal. Who knows how powerful our enemy is. Prepare yourselves for the worst."
Kirathe and Navireth quickly looked at each other. Navireth then quickly drew her brother's dai-katana and spun it in a tight arc around her hand. The others watched her, and all except the Mages Grandmaster looked slightly worried or frightened.
The assassin turned the blade in her hand. The light from nearby candles reflected off the blade and run down the length as she turned it. Kirathe couldn't help but admire it.
Suddenly the assassin took the scabbard and sheathed the sword, then shoved the handle into Kirathe's stomach forcing him to grab it. The assassin turned and moved her face inches from Kirathe's, still holding the handle of the dai-katana.
"This blade was my brother's." Her voice came out in a harsh whisper and her breath tickled Kirathe's lips, and he felt excitement as well as fear as she continued, "It is of the Morag Tong. When we meet my brother's murderers, you will leave the daedric figure for me. Until then you will use and respect this blade. Now say your goodbyes, we leave immediately."
The assassin then turned and left the room. As she passed the four other survivors she turned and looked at each one, studying them.
They all looked back apprehensively except for the large Nord whose look was of strength and defiance. Attributes she admired. If she must endure this group as the old man had foretold, then she would lead it. Until that time she would take this Kirathe and find her brother's murderer.
As the thought of her brother crossed her mind, she felt guilt at having borrowed his blade to a stranger. Then she realised that the reason she did it was because she was also curious of his moving runes. She refused to admit the truth; that she saw the same look of strength and fire in his blood red eyes that her brother's had held.
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Inside, Kirathe had come out of the separate room and moved to the tables with the four other survivors. Sarynia jumped up as she neared and came to him.
"Are you alright? How is your back?"
"I'm fine, and these things haven't moved again."
Luien, the former bartender of the Lucky Lockup, pointed to the dai-katana that Kirathe carried, "She gave you her partner's blade?" He asked incredulously.
The others looked at the blade in his hands.
"He was her younger brother apparently."
At that Sarynia gasped while Luien shook his head. Bendar and Zaareth nodded to them selves in understanding.
Kirathe continued, "It seems I have to go on a trip. I think we'll all be meeting up again soon, I have to go with Navireth and find the daedric figure, we're going to the Morag Tong motherhouse or something first."
"Be careful lad." Said Luien, "Assassins are assassins, even if they belong to a guild. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"No, not at all, but I need to find this guy again. I can't explain it. Maybe I will be able to once I meet him? Ill tell you when we meet up again."
"When we meet up again?" Bendar said slightly amused.
At that moment Navireth appeared from around the corner.
"We leave NOW, Kirathe. Let's go."
Once more the assassin vanished around the corner. Kirathe turned and followed, just before moving around the corner and out of sight he looked back over his shoulder at the group. Then he was gone.
The stunned group turned and faced each other. It was the Nord who broke the silence.
"When we meet up again?" The Nord repeated.
"Why is he with her?" Sarynia asked loudly.
"Because he must," replied the Grandmaster from behind them, "and yes Nord, when you meet up again."
"What do you mean old man?" Zaareth chirped in.
The Grandmaster looked around at all the people surrounding him.
"I have a quest for you all."
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~Authors Note~
Stay tuned, ive got a lot of ideas running around my head and ill need to get them out fast. New chapter soon!
Don't forget to read and review!!
~V~