"Well looks like that's where you're to head off firstly Orion, Karliana. Find whoever this mysterious contact that man was talking about and report back to me with updates or when you've found the culprits who murdered my husband. You are dismissed."
These words were still ringing in Orion's mind as he and Karliana soon left to prepare for the journey to the Home of the Nightingales: The Twilight Sepulcher. He hadn't gone there in years now and was starting to wonder how the place was nowadays, "Would it be the same after all these years?" unnoticing that he had thought this aloud and Karliana stopped in her tracks.
"What would be the same?" Karliana inquired to him.
"The Sepulcher, I haven't been there in years now, last vivid memory I have there is when I went with Brynjolf and Karliah to gain my Nightingale powers."
"Wait, YOU'RE A NIGHTIN-" Karliana shouted in surprise before he covered her mouth as quickly as she opened it.
"Yes, I am one." He whispered
"That honestly explains so much to be honest. You'd always steal my damn sweet roll when I was 9." she pouted
Orion chuckled at this memory
He did in fact always steal her sweet roll when she was younger. Wow, it's been that long.
His mind lingered on this thought before accidently bumping into the stone archway that leads into the Castle Dour Courtyard from the Palace. Karliana busted out laughing and he quickly grew embarrassed.
Karliana decided to have fun with this and teased, " Orion I know my behind is amazing and mesmerizing but we have a mission to do."
He grew red as a ripe tomato before words vomited out his mouth with no clear sentence structure, " I wasn't, I didn't, I….*Sigh*"
Karliana laughed even harder and her face grew so red because of this. She said that she was just teasing him and he scolded her.
After they conversed here and there, they reached to Beirand's smith where he saw Kayd and his Father hard at work. He watched as the Old man was hammering away at an Orcish short sword he was forging while his son was tanning leather for the straps and hilt of the sword. He watched this go on for awhile before his old friend noticed him.
"You just going to stand there or do you want me to catch up with you?" Beirand chuckled
"In your dreams old man and what I was just observing it looks like your son will soon catch you quicker than you will to me."
Karliana whispered to him that she was going to help Svari in the Inn while he works this out and soon left his company.
After she was distance away from them to where she couldn't overhear them, they continued talking.
"Damn that Karliana, she grew to be such a fine woman" Beirand perverted about.
"Don't let mother catch you saying that otherwise you'll be sleeping with the skeevers tonight." Kayd remarked chuckling, "Though in reality, she really did grow up, I mean REALLY GREW UP."
"And you shouldn't let Svari catch you saying that otherwise she might try'a stuffing" Orion jokes. The three busted out into uncontrollable fits of laughter and swore they were crying by the time they were finishing.
Just as their laughter started to calm down, a loud unknown cry of a bird echoed through the plains of Haafingar. The three looked at each other with strange curiosity when they heard this. Orion rushed to the wall overlooking the marketplace and saw that everyone shared the same confused and puzzled stare they did.
"What in Divines names was that?" Beirand questioned.
Orion stared at him, thinking of someway to respond to his question without revealing too much. After sometime, he thought of the words to say. "I honestly have no clue my friend, it sounded like a cry of a bird or something."
He was hanging in the prison cell, by this time it had been 10 years of the best he could recollect in his deteriorating mind and sanity. Though the thought of her always kept him from going completely insane. Just then a cry of a disembodied voice sounded throughout the halls of the Riften Prison. The cry of a large bird, the rarest of creatures: A Phoenix. The Phoenix appeared to him in his cell: The flame encased ethereal creature had majestic flaming wings that span the size of a giant club, the beak protruded long in length but small in width. Flames from its talons and wings hummed a soft burning sound and smell that filled the room. The bird gazed at Orion as it spoke in an unknown language with some points, sparks and smaller flames withdrew from its peak as it spoke. It spoke as if Orion had understand exactly what it was saying. When it finished what it came for, it dropped an amulet around his neck: The amulet was made out of ebony with a red orangish gem as its centerpiece, centimeters away from the mantle piece of the amulet had small orangish red wings that glowed with a flaming aura.
He stared at the creature with utter disbelief as it evaporated from thin air in front of him until the room was back to its original dark, silent, and decrepit self.
As he was finished recalling this memory from the past, he withdrew the amulet he had so far hidden from everyone and disrobed it. He grasped the amulet from the material holding it together and examined it.
What does this mean? Why do I hear its cry, but wait I understand it more now. It's a cry of pain, almost like it's asking for help.
"What in the 8 bloody divines is going on, I don't know but I have a feeling there could be a storm in the future and this storm doesn't feel like it'll be like anything Mundas had experienced since the Dragon War itself."