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Post by BlackRose on Oct 9, 2009 11:41:04 GMT -5
he was running, slower than he was earlier, but none the less he had been running for a few days to reach this point. he needed to hide and he was freezing. the Roads in and around Bruma were cold and harsh on his feet. they were bare and scrapped up something nasty. he stumbled a moment, falling in the snow it was freezing. he shivered he had so far done good at keeping his body out of the snow. he only had the close he wore on a normal day out at sea which consisted of knee length pants and the jade and metal bands on his wrist and ankles.
he shivered as his tan skin was a few shades paler than normal. he decided to hide behind some boulders, and sure enough one or two legionnaires from Anvil and some foresters, went right by him. they had been chasing him for the past two days. he tried to remember why they were chasing him.
~*~flashback~*~
he stumbled out of the inn with one of his shipmates they were drunk very very drunk. but they weren't mean they were happy. joking and such nonsense. pretty much leaving the people of the town of Anvil alone.
he couldn't remember threw the haze but apparently the rival captain of other ship docked int he port decided to pick trouble as the nord came running accusing them of something, bosmer of something and both of the them were bosmer. they were brushing him off as a scorned man as he kept yelling at them and following him. when they kept ignoring him in there good mood, he went to pull out a weapon to attack them with. Aryaril quickly dealt with the attacker with his sabre. him and his shipmates snort and head back to there ship one thing Aryaril didn't rmember in his drunken stupor... the man should have been allowed to withdraw his weapon otherwise.
"murder!!" rang out as a guard started chasing after Aryaril, and he started running.
~*~end flash back~*~
he started falling asleep there against the rock, though he knew it was a bad idea he decided to get up and find a warmer place to hide.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 9, 2009 22:39:32 GMT -5
His day started like any other, News from the Night Mother to there Listener to him, there Speaker, was to go recruit the new Dark Brother in the Night Mothers favor. Though there should had been other people closer to the area,………ahem, that aside he was traveling here, all the way here, thank Sithis for Shadowmare, and when entering the City of Bruma his Strong Invisibility spell.
He walked along till he finely found the half dead looking elf leaning on a bolder, well….if he wasn’t already in the Void himself. The Speaker sighed lightly to himself and took down his spell now standing slightly over the male. And spoke.
“You sleep rather soundly for a MURDER!” a gruff somewhat loud Imperial’s voice spoke. “remain calm, Sir, ready yourself for what I am about to propose…” he stated. Hopefully…er seriously…he hopefully woke the elf up. And all honesty…..thank Sithis no one else heard him. Gee…maybe he was having a off day.
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 9, 2009 23:05:06 GMT -5
the elf looked up at the dark clothed man in front of him...did he really have to be so loud? honestly he just wanted some sleep. he was cold and wait what the man called him a murderer. his eyes snapped open after he closed them again to try and ignore the man.
he tilted his head listening to the man a proposal what int he world could this man... he took in the black robes seemingly enhanced with 'dark' magics.
"dark brother hood?" he asked just above a whisper it was more to himself than anyone else really. he rubbed his bare arms trying to warm up a bite the metal and jade clinking together. he looked up to Lachance waiting for him to continue.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 9, 2009 23:24:46 GMT -5
“Ah…so you have heard of the Dark Brotherhood? Good…this makes things….’simpler’” he chuckled. “I am Lucien Lachance, Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood, the Nightmother has seen your work and has sent me here just to meet with you.” he stated. “I have a proposal for you…If you take this contract and kill someone I ask of you, then there blood shall bind you to the pact of the Dark Brotherhood, where you can join our rather…unique…family.” he smirked folding his arms.
“A Dunmer in the Talos Plaza District in the Imperial City, has been…..snooping around for the guard there that seeks our family, but that matter aside for now…..Kill Nortion, without being caught, sending a message of warning to next so daring tester of or Dark power.”
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 10, 2009 21:51:21 GMT -5
Aryaril slowly made his way around the imperial city. the bsomer was now wearing 'normal' clothing. his feet were bandaged. so they wouldn't get infected on top of being cut up.
he found the dunmer which was relatively easy actually...
'the guard are stupid if they hire people like this...' Aryaril thought to himself. he followed the elf as he entered his house it was late and no guard saw him enter with him.
the death was quick as the elf was killed his own dagger sticking out of the dunmer's back . the dunmer bent over the report he was working on for Phillida. the paper splattered with blood, the warning.
Aryaril left, as silently as he came. it was strange really Aryail was calmly accepting his fate. he was sitting on a boulder outside the city walls over looking the stables. he titled his head his ears twitching at the gossiping ladies below him, he thought on his new fate. he no longer was able to be a part of the sea... there was a strange calm settling over him. it wasn't psychotic, suicidal or anything...just calm. almost as if he expected it, so he just accepted it. he would live on the land for the rest of his bosmeri life.
he wondered if the person from the Dark brotherhood would wait till he was asleep, or if he would just approach him this time. because honestly sleep was the last thing on his mind...
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 11, 2009 22:02:30 GMT -5
Not normally coming out during the day or when someone was a bit more sleep deprived… Lucien was busy anyway, so wet ahead and suck up behind the Bosmer, with his invisibility spell on. “well…seems Nortihon’s blood runs red staining anything it touches. Job well done.” he stated then let the spell weir off.
“Seems you indeed are ready to become a Dark brethren?” he asked razing a brow slightly.
[sorry so -shot-]
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 12, 2009 21:21:32 GMT -5
Aryaril looked up at the imperial and raised an eyebrow.
"yes i guess i am ready." he said while listening to both lachance and the women bellow they were talking about murder...seems word spread quickly. the dunmer he had killed was who they were talking about.
"isn't it a shame? i have never seen people more interested in a person then when they are killed or misfortune happens to them." the bosmer placed his chin on his folded up knees.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Oct 12, 2009 21:39:27 GMT -5
Lucien smirked folding his arms in a relaxed manor. ‘well….that’s how it seems in most cases….one life that is never noticed sudden sparks a sting of interesting events…see maybe were more then just mindless ‘killers’?” he razed a brow then ‘smiled’ “though for now. Welcome to your new dark blood thirsty family.” he gave a tiny bow. “Go to the Abandoned house in Cheydinhal, there you will find a blood red door when it asks you a question, you will reply… “Sanguine my brother” and then your new life will Officially begin.” he stated.
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 13, 2009 11:02:31 GMT -5
Aryaril looked up at the man who called himself Lucien LaChance. he registered the words Lucien spoke.
"alright..." he said while standing up. "Cheydinhal it is then..." he turned to lachance and smiled softly. as he started on his way to the sanctuary. his new life and so far from the sea in which he new as home for so long.
{ooc: i apologize for the shortness...}
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