The Begining of the End...

[BlackRose]

{{OOC: this thread takes place roughly about 120 years ago the exact math i do not know at Aegnor is 64 and Camthalion is 50... and my math suck...}}


Listen closely for someone has prayed to the night mother yet again…. In the Valenwood city of Falenisti there is a bosmer waiting for you dear listener… he was very adamant….


The Listener of the Dark Brotherhood rubbed the bridge of his nose remembering his lady’s words. Wondering who the hell would want him the speaker? But he sighed as he realized who as the bosmer in question walked into the office and sat himself down in his chair.
“Dear Brother what have you for me?”

“More than enough for your trouble…” the Bosmer behind the desk said the said bosmer was a retired member of the Dark Brotherhood. The Listener’s eyes widened marginally as the purse that was placed on the desk.

“Whom do you wish to join Sithis?” the Listener said thinking the person who was the target was going to be someone important.

“My son’s lover” the bosmer said with venom in his voice.

“ surely she shouldn’t be that much of a problem brother?”

“that’s the problem it’s a he not a she” he said with a glare in his eyes.” I want the Altmer named Aegnor Telperiën dead. My son I do not want to witness sit. I want it bloody violent and anything else you could think of.” The bosmer said the listener could tell the man was enraged “nothing stealthy, someone who doesn’t’ mind getting his hands dirty.” The bosmer finished and was going to continue when the sound of an infant cry stopped him. “Please excuse me… and kill him soon please my son has an arranged wedding to attend to he is the groom.” The bosmer got up and left obviously tending to the babe.

The listener left Falenisti and left Valenwood, heading towards the nearest Sanctuary of the boarder to Valenwood Skingrad. The Listener thought a moment at who he had at his disposal to send to Valenwood to kill this altmer. He did some digging first he was curious.

The Altmer was sixty-four and strange for a altmer, they had seen him helping some of the rare farmers with no shirt on and the elf was all sculpted muscle. And he was a promising mage, that and ever since Camthalion and his father had fought the two were rarely away from each other.

He guided his horse to skingrad’s stables, leaving the horse with the stable hand, he wanted to rest and think on who would be best suited for this mission.

The listener made his way to the Sanctuary, stopping in front of the door. Speaking “Sanguine, My Brother.” And the stone door with the sound of a heartbeat opened letting him into the Sanctuary.

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meanwhile said contract victim, was sleeping wrapped around the bosmer whom had never left his side since the fight with his father. Aegnor was worried for Camthalion the elf just lost his mother and sisters tragically. He smoothed his creases brow while the hybrid slept. He kissed Camthalion’s lips quickly before he lifted himself from the bed. Aegnor had some work to do.

Aegnor sat down and a bench he was studying with Alchemical ingredients and there properties he was studying on how to make a something that one could throw and explode not always relying on spells as those could be canceled. He herd a mumble from his bed, he looked over to the occupant who just rolled over in his sleep. He frowned the elf wasn’t doing so well, with the loss of over half his family. First the man who was a second father to him… even though he was considered evil tot the rest of society, and now his mother and sisters.

Aegnor went back to work on his studying of the vegetation…

[Master Nationis]

The Sanctuary for the Night Mother's servants was lusciously decorated, even put a warm feeling into those comfortable with their line work. A fireplace was in each corner, a painting of what each artist thought the Night Mother actually was. beautiful woman in one corner, a ghost in another corner. The other two corners were veiled in darkness, as they were in the far corners of the complex. The muffled sounds of quiet voices could be heard in this room and the sound of metal ringing off dummies off to the side. What was different about this Sanctuary? The fact that there were more undead roaming the compound than living beings. They traveled in groups of three, a skeleton archer, a skeleton champion, and a wraith. One group roamed in the entrance, one in the sleeping quarters, and two stationed outside the doors of the necromancer responsible for the supreme security. But at this moment, Iugo was sitting in a chair, looking up at the sound of someone entering his Sanctuary.

His red eyes, not covered by the usual hood in the confines of his own home, scanned Ungolim for a moment, before a smile spread over his face. "Greeting, O Listener! What do I owe for this unexpected but overwhelmingly exciting visit? Has the Night Mother shown favor toward my defense system, perhaps? Now I do believe our secrets are safe, but when one is in this line of business, I feel that one can't be too safe, especially when speaking about the safety of the family... Oh, there I go again... bragging about my work. I'm sure she is pleased with it, but not so much as to praise me. I do it for the family, and we are safe. That is all I need as a reward. So, dear brother! Why is it that you bless us with your presence?"

[Immortal Swine]

Raven slammed the door open to the living quarters, and marched towards her crate in the crimson looking bed in the far corner. Raven opened the crate with her key, dumping all the loot she received. A necklace, six bottles of blood, two being Imperial, one Khajiit and the others all Dark Elf's blood. The bottles were wrapped in a dark silk covering and placed in the corner. After that, a good five hundred pieces of gold and a golden ring. Raven locked the crate and grabbed two bottles, heading for the dining area. Her latest contract was a modarely difficult one. A wood Elf arena champion was the contract. Someone wanted him dead because they believed he cheated by poisoning the other arena bastards, they wanted him dead, they contracted the Brotherhood, & Raven was sent for the job. She completed it. Now, she wanted to take a rest, but before rest. A nice meal would do.

Raven greeted everyone at the Skingrad sanctuary. The ones training in the training room were not to be bothered. So Raven avoided them. Iugo was taking a seat in the chair, while the Listener himself went to speak with the fellow. Raven did not glance for long, she headed for the dining area. That's were Draken would be. Raven opened the door and glimped Draken sitting in the table, no one else but him and Greywyn. Raven began to take large gulps from the bottle that she received. Draken grimaced, his face gaunt and pale, it looked a bit..off. He did not feed for awhile. He was in the sanctuary, no need to hide his gift. Draken raised his hand, summoning Raven to sit with them. Raven sat down, placing the bottles on the table, pouring two drinks of blood. Giving some to Draken and some to Greywyn, filling their glass cups. Draken, still frowning, pulled the cup towards him, without drinking it. He began to tear in the human heart and Breton eyeballs, skin covered the hear while a large brain sat on the bowl infront of Greywyn.

"Your contract. How was it, sister?" Draken asked Raven, not directly looking at her.

Raven did not look at him either, instead, she tossed a folder cloth at Draken, blood dripping from his mouth, she could hear his munching and crunching. Raven was starving as well.

"It was considerably enjoyable, to a moderate extent". She sighed.

"Where is the bonus?"

Raven lifted her head, looking at him. Greywyn was also staring at her, but she remained looking at her brother, "I dont have it" she snarled. "I came to eat first, I will speak to my contracter later for my reward and bonus." she said, turning back to the food. With a knife in her hand and a fork, Raven grabbed a large single heart and dropped it in her plate. Se also got a few pieces of skin and Argonian gall, and human liver, then pouring herself a drink. Raven slowly began to eat her food, routinely. Cut, pierce, chew, swallow. Again and again. Greywyn was nearly finished with his and Draken kept getting more, speaking with his mouth full, making use of the folded cloth that Raven threw at him. Greywyn looked intently at Raven. "No, none of that. Please" he said softly.

Raven ignored him briefly, eating with manners. Draken scoffed angrily, or rather sarcastically. "No need to stand on ceremony, and no call to impress anyone. You must be hungry."

Raven drops the pretense: she's starving, and begins to
eat like it. Piercing each eyeball with her fingers, she grabs three and stuffs them in her mouth. Chewing heavily and then gulping it all down using the blood bottle.

Draken watches her intently. The skeleton guard walked behind her, guaring the room, then walking out. Draken felt nescessary to throw a finger at the back of the skull's head. A small thud was made and the skeleton looked back, his throat clicking. Raven chuckled, Draken did as well. Greywyn kept his head down, hood up. Always thinking about something.

"Eat too much, you just might grow a bit..bigger" Draken teased. Raven chuckled sarcastically and then slammed a knife in between his fingers. His hand rested at the table.

"Impressive..perfect aim" Draken frowned while Raven yanked the knife from the table and twisted it in her hand. "What are you talking about..I missed" she snarled. Drinking more of the sweet red nectar. "Sadly, you're right, brother. These stealth missions are a pain. I rather run after my enemies. I dont want to end up like our Nord friend in the the training room." Raven raised her hand in a strange gesture, taking a bite off the liver.

[BlackRose]

Ungolim looked at the Lich who ran the Skingrad Sanctuary. He un-nerved him a bit because he was cheerful, Ungolim was the silent type and one only for speaking when needed which was why he was the listener. The lady was amused by her retired assassin’s plight he suspected she knew something… she always did and it always seemed to amuse her… sometimes he thought she really was Melphala just taking a different form…

the Lich was babbling about his undead army again… seriously. Like everything else in Skingrad it was well protected it didn’t need any more protection. But it was the family they were all eccentric in there own ways. He figured he knew who would be perfect for the mission. As he had another one for a member whom the night mother told him finished admirably. He had an idea since this was a delicate matter.

“Iugo? I have a mission for you and I know it has been along time since you have been given one. So I find this one fitting. There is an Altmer named Aegnor Telperiën is your Target. I did some snooping before I left Valenwood he is not to be trifled with even at a young age. He is only sixty-four young for an elf. And he is strong not only magically like every Altmer seems to be but he is strong physically. The elf is too be killed violently but unseen. The son of the client is his lover, and it is a delicate matter…” the Listener spoke efficiently this contract was of the importance at the moment. “The elf resides in the walking tree city of Falenisti. I hope you can handle height…” Ungolim said with a laugh, joking with the lich. “Good luck brother and the contract must be completed soon, as the wedding of the son is shortly. I have one more mission to give out and then I will be on my way…” Ungolim turned to leave towards the dinning hall, the assassin he was looking for went in there. “oh and the son is not to witness it so that might be a problem as they are rarely apart now the son no longer speaks to his father or lives at home.”

The Bosmer walked down the hall leading towards the kitchen area. He smelt ‘vampire food’ it was the same thing Ungolim himself ate. Being a cannibal it was the bosmeri way. He waited a moment for them too eat, they looked a little hungry and that was best. He knew the female was just getting back from a mission and feeling like the oldest brother he liked his siblings well rested. He hated to shove contracts onto people so soon after they finished another one… but this one could help.

“Raven my dear sister I do apologize but I have another task for you. And a request for another” he paused before he continued. “Your contract is to take out a Kajhit, a ‘sugar’ dealer in the city of Falenisti. Simple yes but there is another reason why I ask you for this specific one, I want you to watch. Watch Iugo on this next contract… I know he can do it but it is delicate I do not want him getting carried away” The Bosmer spoke. “The target he has received is to take out an Altmer named Aegnor Telperiën. The said Altmer is strong of body and a very promising mage all the way from Summerset who studied at the crystal tower, the elf is not bound by mage’s guild law. He will fight back and not nicely. The death is suppose to be violent, bloody and anything else unpleasant. The son of the contractor is not to see his lover killed. I want you to make sure this happens. You will be paid for ‘watching’ or ‘acting’ if needed understood?” he said as he noticed some of the parts he almost drooled there were pieces of humanoid flesh he liked to munch on. “Do you mind if I have some?” he said happily.

[Immortal Swine]

Greywyn left his seat and headed out into the training area. Draken started to chuckle beneath his teeth, he nodded, finally greeting Ungolim. "Take whatever you want, dear listener" Draken bowed slightly. Raven grinned, taking another drink from the Dunmer blood. Even if she needed some rest, she could along the way. Falenisti, the city above a walking tree. Inhabited by Ape folks and Bosmers, Orc also and very few human citizens. She had been there, once, during the invasion long ago. They were caught off guard, their gear not war proof. Raven and her group had to make off with the contents of the native's armory. Now, she would return, not for war, but an assassination. How exciting. Ungolim told her the death has to bloody, horrific, ghastly. One is not to witness it, for whatever fine reason. As long as she gets paid and gets glory from Sithis, it would make no difference to her. She left the table and headed for the living quarters. Draken followed behind her, to speak and say a proper good bye.

"A bloody, horrific death. Sounds like you, sis" Draken crossed his arms, leaning against the dark wall, smiling a little, kinda dissapointed he could not join.

Raven started to pack, removing her armor and placing on a new one. A more sleek, dark armor, perfect for dense forested areas and moist jungle. "I love it already. I wonder how I can kill this fellow, there are so many ways to do it. Maybe I will stab him, cut him a little, remove his organs and intestines, hang him with them while he holds one heart in his hand, his brain in the other. This is good enough" Raven babled proudly. She threw a few daggers on the bed, each red and black for different reasons. Some enchanted, some not. Raven got a silver longsword, sharp, and deadly. Complaining a little, Raven started to throw and shove the daggers in their sheathes and compartments. Some hidden in her boots while the others were placed on her side. A steel shortsword & two rings was all that she was taking. She could find food there or along the way. She sighed, finally sitting down on the bed. Draken uncrossed his arms and sat beside her.

"When I return, I am going to take a nice warm bloodbath. Hopefully"

Draken shook his head. "Where do you plan on doing that?"

"The small lair of Mina in the castle dungeons. She has a small tub like thing in the corner. I hae been there once, she allowed me to relax in it. Mina is a female Dunmer vampire, she can be found hiding out beneath the Skingrad Castle. Taking advantage of a secret passageway, she regularly feeds on prisoners in the Skingrad jail cells, they call her the pale lady."

"Well, thats too bad. You wont be able to relax soon enough. Perhaps I can take your place and relax there with her." Draken smiled, already happy that Raven can leave, now, he had something to do, besides assassination someone. Not that it was always a problem.

"I dont think she is someone you want to share a bathtub with..the men that were taken to her were torn apart to pieces. Your charms wont do you no good, brother" Raven teased.

Reaching for her blade, Raven brought the sharp weapon to her head. Grabbing her long hair, then slicing it. Black clumps of hair falling to the floor.

Draken's eyes widened. Before he could ask or say anything, Raven began to speak. "Valenwood is not a place to have long hair. The weather is always hot, the air thick and damp, and humid. It will get in the way. Remember the carnivious insect that laid eggs on Jenniferas head? They began to eat their way in and nest in her long hair. It lowered her intelligence level and it made her paranoid. Same with Throng, his long hair got caught in the vines. That giant that was chasing us got to him. Remember that? If he did not get caught in those vile plants then he would of never met his fate that moment. I tend to see my target dead & I alive. The natives may have long hair, but they know well the dangers of their own land. I am an outsider, who knows not as much"

Draken got up, handing Raven her longsword while she removed the last pieces of her long hair. Now her hair was short. Same old Revan, different hair styles. Revan snatched the weapon from his hand and proceeded out the room. Draken stopped her, handing her a ring that he gave her long ago, the ring was next beside her stone slab. It was enchanted, known to give her strenght in hand to hand combat. "Spill & drink some blood for me, dear sister"

Raven faintly smiled and kissed Draken on the ear. "Behave, brother. After I return, we can go out for a drink or two. Perhaps have a contract together. Invite Greywyn and Valtieri for a wonderful evening".

"If you survive. Meanwhile, I can hang with Mina, or that Dark Elf woman, Falanu Hlaalu" Draken said.


Raven busted out cackling. Raven cracked her neck, making a sickly sound. "I always survive. By the way, isn't that a man?"

"No.."

"Well.."she" is necrophellic.."

"I am dead."

"....Dont tell me everything when I return. Take care, dear brother. May Sithis watch you, the Night mother guide you."

"Farewell" Draken said, sitting down on Raven's slab. Relaxing.

Revan left the Sanctuary, taking a bag of extra clothing. It would require her to blend in, so she had to wear the clothes that would classify her as a regular person. Raven mumbled to herself. "No matter what I wear, I will always be known as an outsider..might as well cut a bush and wear it for clothing" she whispered to herself, talking about the Valenwood style of living.

Raven would probably need to take a horse. Or simply fly there...if she did not feed for 2 weeks.

[Master Nationis]

Iugo watched Ungolim leave, thinking for a moment to follow him. He should know what the other mission was, right? He was in charge of the brothers and sisters here. ...But he waved his hand, thinking nothing of it. He'd find out sooner or later. Closing his book, the necromancer stood and stretched. When was the last time he had a mission? A few decades ago, at the least... Wow. Frowning at this, Iugo headed down the corridor to his own private room. He'd need to at least grab a pack to survive the trip. No sense in letting himself just live off the land. Heh... live of the land? A lich? Ah, the humor!

But what concerned the loyal follower of Sithis and the Night Mother was how he would take out the unsuspecting man. Something urged him to remove his arms and let him run around like that for a few minutes... Then slice him up in what ways he saw fit as he lit the remains on fire. ...yes, that would do. Of course, every mission had to be adaptable. Perhaps he could find a way to slowly rip him apart? Bah, that was a detail... What he was concerned about was finding out the schedule of the Altmer. He would need to pinpoint when he was alone to strike. Probably did something during the day, a poor time to strike usually. In the night he no doubt was with his lover. Hm... Perhaps he would need to use a paralysis spell? That could work... He may be resistant to somethings, but few are fully able to repel a strong spell to make the body rigid and unmoving. Reaching his door, the lich entered, saw his leather pack, swooped it up and left his room. Heading aback up the corridor. But what if he did have to fight the man head on? Hm... Of course he'd summon some minions to help him. A clean cut of the arm should send him to his knees, especially if he is missing that arm. A small smile spread across his dark cheeks. How he missed the mental preparation of a mission! Who, how, when, where... There was always a constant why. To kill.

[BlackRose]

Ungolim munched on a few fingers picking clean the bone, and grabbing a few other pieces. Pondering on what drove there retired brother to such anger. He herd there was recently murders committed by the old orders, and Ayleid woman and her daughters were killed in the city square. His eyes turned said, the grief-stricken elf was condemning his son to a similar fate. The bosmer shook his head it seems Melphala was a tricky deadra, fingers always in the threads of peoples lives.

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“Aegnor!” a voice said from not to far form the high elf’s position.

“Yeah?” Aegnor was leaning over a few plants they were looking for in the brush surrounding the city.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” the bosmeri/Alyeid elf said as he waved his lover over to him at what he found.

“Yes Cam that is what I am looking for! How did you find it?” Aegnor said excitedly as he grabbed a dagger form cam’s pocket and cut the stems of the plant. Gathering a few of them for his use, he couldn’t wait to study the vegetation here it was so varied and interesting.

“Glad you’re cutting it I swear if another bosmer caught me doing such a thing…” he said with a chuckle.

“yff’r I apologize if I take one of your jungle…and no I don’t mean Camthalion” he said with a chuckle at the look on Camthalion’s face Aegnor received a light cuff upside the head for it. Though Camthalion was smiling threw the whole exchange.

“So are you done getting your samples for the day? It is time to get things for dinner.” Camthalion said as he watched Aegnor gather a few pieces of the vegetation.

“Yeah that should be enough, so have you spoken with Mankar?” Aegnor said as he stood back up. With a bunch of the plant wrapped in a cloth and placed in a basket with several other plants.

“Yes he said Sirillion is doing well… he also misses me… he wants me to go back” Camthalion said sadly.

“Then why don’t you?” Aegnor said cupping the cheek of Camthalion.

“I can’t I am no longer welcome as myself. My father… he is too grief-stricken, though I can understand…” Camthalion said as he grabbed Aegnor’s hand on his check “but enough on the grim subject matter that is my father we need to go before the market closes.” He said as he tugged the high elf’s hand along. “But as it is my home is no longer there, it were ever you go now” Camthalion said. With a small smile as he dragged the two of them back into the city to the market. And figure out what to make for dinner.

[Immortal Swine]

Raven didn't bother taking the bag, she handed it to Draken and left. Raven's face was gaunt & very pale. Her eyes deep red. Her beautiful body angular and very bony & cadaverous. Raven has not feed for over two weeks, signifying she is able to take flight whenever she wanted. Due to the needs of the Dark Brotherhood, she was unable to feed often. As Vicente Valtieri said in his introduction. "The needs and tenets of the Dark Brotherhood come before my own needs as a vampire"

Raven, did care alot for the tenets and needs of the Brotherhood, and Sithis. But her life as the Undead was longer than her life in the Dark Brothehood. Which is why she loved both. Murder in the name of Sithis and quell and quench her thirst. Grewyn had other thoughts however, he kept joking and teasing on how the Dark Brotherhood needed vampiric members. Some would consider it as treason, he had to keep his mouth shut. But now she had to concentrate on far more important things. Such as the sugar coated cat and the Altmer, the mage who studied at the Crystal tower, the same tower Raven and Draken tried to rob years of years ago. "Hehe" Raven said, jumping back in time, by thought. Remembering the native and their spears, yelling barbaric languages in their native tongue while desperately trying to kill Raven. It was hilarious.

Raven opened the stone door to the Sanctuary, leaving through the dark tunnel and out of the establishment in Skingrad. It was already nightfall. The skies covered with the stars, a few clouds here and there, but no storm. Good, she would need a good, smooth travel. Raven went into a corner, near the castle. Everyone was most likely sleeping. The guards half awake, some fully awake, patrolling the area. Raven utilized her change form. A special ability that all the Vladmir's have, well, only members of the royal family had it. Like the Keerilth who could turn into mist. Raven could turn into a large humanoid bat, while she could transform into a smaller bat. She chose to take a larger shape. Her natural human shape began to contort, change, altering and modyfing bone structure, muscle mass and face configurations withering. It was painless to her, she was use to it. Unlike Werewolves, who suffer a considerable amount of pain in each transformation.

Wings began to spread from her back, two large dark grey twelve foot wings. Her body turned a dark black, her eyes as bright as ruby. Her nails streched into talons and her fangs got bigger. Raven hissed loudly as she took to flight, her sword and weapons still with her. Her wings began to flap, she began to lft and soon enough, she was in the air. High above the landscape. The speed picked up from thirty miles an hour, to forty, to more. She sped through the dark sky, away from the sight of many. Valenwood is a bit far off, she planned to get there before sunrise, otherwise she would be turned to ash. Raven's eyesight was far more superior than others, her stages of vampirism surpassed the last stage by a longshot. She was at her most powerful, but she was also, in her most vulnerble. One good fireblast and she would be too weak to fight. What did she know about the Altmer? Well, someone wanted him dead. Anything else, he was a powerful mage, he is strong in body. Strong in body meant nothing to her. Many times she fought large beasts, Leviathan's, giants and centaurs, killed countless people in the midst of battle. But never underestimate someone, especially a mage with that much skill in the art of magic. Why was he wanted dead? This was something that had Raven's attention. Usually, one kills without caring, but Raven was atleast interested. What could a mage do that could bring about the attention of the Dark Brothehood? Someone wanted him dead..perhaps he put a curse on someone, or did something very....naughty. Raven had the cat to consider as well, a sugar dealer as Ungolim had explained. Raven knew well enough what sugar he meant. Moon sugar is what the cat had been trading. Moon Sugar is an illegal and addictive narcotic found in sugar canes native to the Tenmar Forest of southern Elsweyr, obviously the Khajiit decided to take his buisness elswhere, from Elsweyr. Valenwood would have many citizens wishing to buy the narcotic, as they have never experianced it before. Sadly, they would enjoy it while they can, because once Raven gets there, she is going to set the entire pile of Moon sugar to flames and the cat sitting above it.

The border was far off, between Cyrodiil and Valenwood. She had to fly by the West weald, Arenthia, Thormar keep and Ebon Ro, then she would be close to Falenesti, her destination. Kill the cat and the Altmer. How would Iugo feel about snatching his kill? After all, it has been awhile since he had fulfilled a contract. She would be careful not to reveal herself soon.


(((OOC: Raven looks a little bit like this in her humanoid bat form. Yes, very sexy)))

[Master Nationis]

Iugo was none the wiser of Raven's presence. And probably wouldn't until it was closer to the critical time in his mission. The thrill of the hunt! Learning the patterns of the marks movements, finding the weak points to their defenses, earning the bonus... The thought then occurred to Iugo: What was the requirements for this bonus? Perhaps it was built into the original deal? The brutal death? The lover unaware of the murder of this bear of a mage Altmer? That thought then made Iugo curious if he could raise the skeleton of a bear and amplify it's claws with flames... That would be something worth investigating. But not now, no! Iugo had to make haste to the dense jungles of Valenwood.

Iugo moved as fast as he was able, reaching edge of the jungle in a matter of days. Frowning, he paused and took shelter in a bush, changing out of his casual robes that he loved so much to tight leather armor. The hood still covered his face, as one as gaunt as he would instantly be seen as an outcast. Then again, wouldn't one be suspicious of one wearing all black leather? Hating to ruin his favorite attire, he now moved much more quickly through the tight trees and overgrown patches in the area. Iugo's scythe came in handy. A machete was a nice tool to cut through the growth, but a scythe was much more fun. He even sliced into an unsuspectin creature of the jungle. How exciting!

But his mind soon narrowed in on his mission: Find the Altmer, get him alone, and make him suffer a death more cruel than he has ever bestowed on anyone. Perhaps he could kill him brutally, and raise him from the dead, bringing him back as a mindless drone to do his bidding, or to let the father slay him the second time? That was a clever plan! ...though the first death had to occur first. Frowning, Iugo went over his arsenal mentally. Fire, ice, lightning, not enough to kill, but a great way to make him suffer... Chameleon and invisibility, great to get close and immobilize his target. Yes, that would do quite nicely...

[Immortal Swine]

Hours and hours of flying, Raven made rest in a local cemetery of the city of Arenthia. Digging out the dead corpse and sleeping inside the coffin under the dirt. By instinct, her biological clock notified her when to awaken or when to remain asleep. After her slumber, Raven did not feed, she kept flying to her destination.

Raven could feed on the blood of large mammals, cattle, horses, pigs, bears or anything besides human or humanoid blood. Raven did not quench her thirst until she arrived to where she needed to be. There, she would quench her thirst miles and miles away from destination, so no attention would be brought near her. Then she would do what she was told. Thanks to her flight ability and her wings, Raven was able to get there faster.

Her wings are thin, so can manoeuvre more quickly and more accurately than any other flying creature. It is also delicate, ripping easily. However the tissue of the Raven's membrane is able to regrow, such that small tears can heal quickly, without needing to drink off blood. The surface of her wings is equipped with touch-sensitive receptors on small bumps.. These sensitive areas are different, as each bump has a tiny hair in the center, making it even more sensitive and allowing her to detect and collect information about the air flowing over her wings, thereby providing feedback to Raven to change her shape of her wing to fly more efficiently.


Raven arrived in Valenwood, the cold air that was known to be Cyrodiil's was gone, replaced by a warmer one. Not Raven's personnal favorite. The dark shadow flew over the tree trops, wings cutting through the air, a low hiss filling the skies. Raven decided the moment to feed was now. She flew around the area for about fifteen minutes to twenty, finally, setting her eyes on what her ears caught. Prey!. Laughter of children and adult. It reminded her of Children's day, like in Betony. The children were natives, a boy and a girl with a mother. The mother was a breton female, the children were also. Raven growled and dived in, her hands stretched forth, her talons ready, wings stretched back, as she picked up speed, flying past the trees. The family was outside the hut, enjoying the clear night sky. Raven was starving...hungry..ravenous feeling sweeping up inside her. Her mind was controlled by insatiable thirst to feed. Raven acted on instinct and nature. She swooped down, picking up the little girl with her left hand, then the boy with her right. The mother could not even react quickly, as Raven picked her up by the hair with her clawed feet. Flying over the trees, the shouts and screams filled the air, few nocturnal insects and even birds scattered in fear and were startled. Raven flew to a nearby water fall, flying towards the inside, unable to hold her hunger any longer. She had to feed..just one bite. Raven bit the little girl in the neck, fangs sinking deeper into warm soft tissue. Raven wanted to pull away but could not. Suddenly, she lost flight, her wings slowly vanishing behind her back, her form going back to normal. Raven crashed into the waterfall, falling past the water and into the shallow cave behind it. The boy flew to one side, the mother to the other. The girl still in Raven's grip. The ten year old breton child was unconsious, the mother, slowly getting up. Raven dropped the girl from her mouth, her body dropping like a limp doll. Raven lunged in the air, shrieking wieldly and finally descending on the breton woman, tearing her throat savagely and draining all blood that flowed through her, pulling her hair back, throat exposed, Revan sunk in again, mouth at the neck, she was lost in bloodlust, enjoying the sound of bloodrushing. Minutes passed and Raven was done feeding on the mother. Raven then grabbed the children and began to feed on the half dead girl, swallowing loads of blood until color began to escape the girl's skin. moments after, the boy shared the same fate.

Revan's pale, bony structure began to change, her pale skin began to vanish, being replaced by normal white tan coloring. Hergaunt face filling out to normal, her waist and visible bone being replaced by muscled athletic body. The face of a older woman being changed into a beautiful face of a young girl. Revan was back in the first stage of vampirism. Now, she was able to blend in with mortals. She still needed to blend in with natives. Raven continued slurping, abate, consume all the blood from three of her prey. Blood dripping from her fangs and lips and armor, then to the ground. The peacefull rushing of the waterfall was soothing, the sound of wildlife in the distant. Revan loved to feed uninterrupted. Both children were drained, the woman dead..pale like Raven was. And Revan had no intention of passing on her vampirism. She grabbed the bodies of the children and threw them past the waterfall, the bodies falling, crashing into the rocks below. Raven grabbed her weapon, ofcourse, decapitating the mother and then throwing her out as well. Revan dismissed any thoughts of pity and sadness, for they were foolish. Raven needed to kill, for survival. Her feeding was not yet done. Only three, or four more, then she would do her mission.

[BlackRose]

Aegnor was sitting down at the table in his small home in the branches of falenisti, drinking tea. Waiting for Camthalion to get back, he went to speak with his father. He looked at his notebook the vegetation was close to what he needed he wondered if he needed to go to Morrowind to get stuff, after all they had a island with a large volcano on it. Might find what he needed there, he loathed to say anything to Camthalion he would want to go with him to Morrowind. Maybe he should, the time away might do Camthalion some good. The slamming of his front door suggested otherwise.

“cousin please reconsider!”

“mankar no! If that over grown child likes to act like my father! Well forget it! the day he returns to normal is the day I will go talk to him again.” Camthalion said as he came into the kitchen with Mankar in tow. Camthalion stopped looking at Aegnor then to the stove specifically to the side were the hot kettle sat the stove off.
“You didn’t burn the tree down?”

“come on Cam even I can make tea…without burning anything…” he said grumbling as
he sipped the tea “So Mankar how are we lately?”

“good actually mother sends her regards” the other hybrid relative to Camthalion his younger cousin said.

“Hmm… yes so what’s with that look Aegnor?” Camthalion said as he sat down at the table Mankar leaned against the counter.

“I don’t think I will find the right ingredients here…” he knew what was going to come next.

“Were do you think you need to go?” Camthalion asked giving a look that broke no argument.

“Morrowind” Aegnor said simply, and Camthalion nodded.

“Good we can pack-”Camthalion started but only to be interrupted.

“No!” both Aegnor and Camthalion looked at Mankar stunned.

“Mankar?” Camthalion asked curious to his cousin’s outburst.

“You can’t go Cam! Your father will flip and send people after you!” Mankar said and there was truth to that.

“But Mankar you heard my father…”

“He will eventually see reason… he has too”

“I will give him a week and if he doesn’t then we leave for Morrowind” Camthalion said with a tone that broke no argument. Aegnor figured that would be enough time, for Camthalion’s father to think and cam sometime to say to the place that has been his home.

[Immortal Swine]

Sheraz Sadim, a notorious Khajiit criminal and sugar dealer Elseweyr has ever known. Unfortenatly, crime stoppers have twarted his plans for a better life. Him and his goons traveled to Valenwood, the savage lands that could help him profit for more. The underworld criminals all envied and feared him. He was better than everyone, smarter than anyone and richer than anyone in Valenwood. No one would and no one could stop him, they could try but they would not. Sheraz sat with his belly full of food, his tail swung back and forth, up and down. He counted his gold coins, smiling widly. Two guards beside him in his special hut he bought with his gold. A Orc and a Nord, the strongest, all his. No one would dare come face to face with him to fight him.

"Hehehe, I love my job. One hundred, two hundred, three hndred, six hundred. You guys are gonna make me rich!" He said, counting the gold and flipping them with his claws. Sheelaia came in the door, the dunmer adviser held a paper scroll in her hand. "Sheeraz, the next shipment will be arriving in about an hour."

"Good..hehe..good. These savages cant get enough of my sugar. I think after im done here, we can take our buisness elsewhere. That island nearby is a good place. Jeah, we can make a short stop there, sell some suga for em bastards and then leave".

"I think that would be good for us. The guards be askin' questions bout the sugar, the local clans are getting a bit upset because the civilians be more hostile..three people were killed already fighting over a sack"

"EY!, get me a fan..its too hot in here.." He said selfishly.

"Relax!.." The cat said, bouncing on the chair. "We got nothin' to worry bout, just a thousand or two more gold pieces and we be flyin' like cliff racers!. There is nothing to worry about."
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The target had everything to worry about. Raven was going to get him first. How hard could it be? to find a sugar dealer in Valenwood? The savages cant keep their mouth shut. Raven had to blend in..or she could do things her way and kill everyone. Then resort to sneaking when after Aegnor. Raven overlooked the waterfall, the water rushing down into the large pool below. Everywhere..miles and miles and miles of green, trees everywhere. No buildings to be seen, no roads. Raven sighed, licking the blood off her lips. She grabbed her sword and placed it in her back sheath. She stretched her arms forth and dived!. The air rushing past her face, the water faling over her. Her short hair dancing as wind picked up; she finally fell into the pool. Avoiding the rocks that her prey had fell on.

Raven swam out, walking over the muddy area. Shaking her boots and her short black hair. Far off, she could see the fire light coming from a small area. A very small village stationed near the water. Revan ran towards the village with speed. It was miles and miles away from the walking tree that held a city. So, she had no problem into slaughtering everyone.

Raven arrived there, people walking about, muttering to themselves. Some carried spears, others had shields; the shieldes armor carrying ones were outsiders, the half dressed idiots were the natives. It made no difference. They were all food to her. Raven emerged from the trees and bushes, alking into the fire light. Everyone looked at her, some turning away, she was just another outsider. However, their attention was kept when they saw the blood in her clothes, the blood that the water did not totally washed away. Raven pulled out her weapon and descended upon them.

[BlackRose]

{{ooc: I figured I’d post something for a few days worth of stalking… and forgive me if I post something against your sensibilities… I think that’s the right word :scratches head: this is to give you all something to go by… there really isn’t much of an opening yet…. }}

Aegnor sat there going threw information he had garnered during his stay in Valenwood. He knew he had books to return, to people he borrowed them from. And that was what he was doing now, while Camthalion played with Sirilion.

The baby giggled and made the typical baby noises, giggling. That giggling was driving him to distraction. Aegnor looked over at the pair, not just the giggling was the babe’s no Camthalion was laughing along with the baby playing a game of peek-a-boo. Aegnor stopped, placed his head in one of his hands and watched Camthalion interact with the baby.

“Just what are you arguing about with your father anyway?” he said curiously and then wished he hadn’t asked as Camthalion’s body language changed drastically.

“I... he wants me to marry…” Camthalion said while playing with the baby not looking at Aegnor.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Aegnor said as he went to sit next to the pair and cooed at the baby who happily let out a happy baby squeal at the new face.

“He arranged one…” Camthalion said as he tickled the baby’s ribs.

“Oh… I can see why you’d argue with him then…Cam you can’t come with me to Morrowind then.” Aegnor said not excepting the response he got.

“So your tired of me is that it?” Camthalion said softly there was a tint of defeat of it in there.

“No I would never be tired of you. You are very dear to me more than anything else… you can’t leave your family” Aegnor said giving the tip of Cam’s ear a kiss.

“You left yours...” Camthalion paused looking up at Aegnor “why can’t I leave mine?”

“your right…but I left to study you, your leaving him behind.” Aegnor said as he poked the baby’s nose.

“He isn’t mine…”

“your father is trying to-”

“I don’t want all that I want you!” Camthalion said it upset the baby just a bit and the two of them worked on soothing the child.

“you can’t shout in front of a baby Cam… they are sensitive to stuff like that for a while…” Aegnor said after a while the baby ended up in his larger lap sleeping more comfortable.

“I know it’s just that…”

“I know I am sorry I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t love you.” Camthalion smiled and not long Mankar came to get the baby.

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…next day…

“Alright Cam you got it?” Aegnor asked he couldn’t really see.

“Yeah, yeah I got it…” Camthalion said as he made another sound‘oof’, as a sack was dropped down and handed to an elderly woman.

“Thank you my dears… you are such good young men.” The old elvin lady said as the woman handed it to an Imga next to her. “Come Kayrn we have work to do.”

“yes ma’m.” The Imga nodded to the two elves and left carrying the few large parcels the old elvin woman got from the two.

Camthalion climbed up the side of the building jumping back into the apartment, form the window. Aegnor chuckling as he pulled leaves and brushed some stuff from Camthalion “you just look like you climbed a tree in the autumn” the high elf said.

“Aegnor?” Camthalion asked, Aegnor looked at him there was something flashing in Camthalion’s eyes.

“What Cam?” he asked curious as what this tricky creature that was his was planning.

“Is there anything else left to do today?” Camthalion asked simply and innocently.

“No why?” Aegnor barely had finished his sentence when Camthalion pounced on him causing Aegnor to fall backwards on the bed…

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…..Next day…..

“Got what you need from the market?” Camthalion called from the other room he was packing stuff into sacks.

“Yeah… did you know almost the entirety of the city knows were leaving?” Aegnor said flabbergasted, Camthalion just laughed “Cam?”

“that would probably be in regards to my Aunt she is a bit of a gossip.” Camthalion said as he tied the draw string on that bag it was filled with scrolls and other such things.

“So you’re seriously leaving with me?” Aegnor said coming to sit next to Camthalion by the fireplace.

“My Aunt said it would be a good idea, as she thinks wondering and learning are good things, she said she’d deal with my father. She told me to take Sirilion can you believe it. I dropped the mug of rothmead she gave me…” Camthalion shook his head his shoulder length hair bouncing with the motion. “Father would kill me… yet it would be something less for him to worry about…”

“Lets bring him” Aegnor said

“what?”

“you said your Aunt told ya’ too. we should bring him though journeying with a infant will be difficult…” Aegnor said as he thought.

“really?”

“yeah…” he said bringing Camthalion close “one day we will come back…”

“I know …” they sat and fell asleep leaning against each other in front of the fireplace. And didn’t wake there till morning…

[Immortal Swine]

Raven dropped the torch on the huts, the area was set aflame, the huts crumbling and falling to the ground. Raven placed her longsword behind her back, walking away as the bodies were creamated. Now, she needs to find the Khajiit. Raven searched, days and days, looking for clues until one day, she found it, the dealer was located in Haven, a major city on the southern coast of Valenwood near the Elsweyr border. The city was farthest from Falinesti. Raven growled, reading the map and walking towards her destination. Running through the thick jungle, cutting vines, squishing large insects..it was too much. Why couldn't this feline be stationed somewhere closer?..because, the shipments came from Elseweyr. It all made sense. Raven doubled her efforts and sprinted across the jungle. By this rate, the Lich would of probably killed Aegnor and Raven would of missed the bonus.

Raven began to walk, after running for miles and miles, she sat down and rested. She sat down on a exposed root of a large tree. Near the cliff side. Below, there were trees..everywhere. The mist covered the air above the trees, the bottom was a deep way down. Raven tossed a piece of stick, just for nothing, the stick fell all the way down and vanished into the thick mist. Raven sighed, arching her head back, the birds flyning over the cliff side, everything quiet but the animals chirping. There was a thick rustling in the bushed, Raven pulled out her sword and looked around. Hissing slightly..nothing..

Raven could smell whatever it was nearby, it was watching her; her looking for it. The birds and insects scattered away in fear from whatever was below. It was large, but it remained silent. Raven could not see it, it blended well with the green foliage. The air grew thicker behind Raven's neck, the hairs in her neck raised a little, something was breathing behind her. Raven spun around to come face to face with a reptlilian creature. Its eyes were yellow, slit like, its head was similar to a snake, its nostrils flaring, its mouth opened wide, drool and saliva thicking down its fearsome jaws and teeth. The creature hissed loudly. Raven swung her sword at it, however, a pain struck on her side, she was unable to deliver her strike. Raven shouted in pain as large needles were pierced on her side. Raven looked to see, another snake head got her, she looked around, the ground was escaping her, she animal had brought Raven to the air, two swallow her whole. Raven looked at its massive body, the creature was enormous, the claws were huge, the hands massive..it had three heads. The twin began to fight each other, bitting savagely for whatever would get a piece of Raven's flesh. The alpha head crushed her with its teeth. Fangs slipping down on her body just as she had fed on her prey almost all the time. Raven knew how it felt, how it felt to be the prey, to be the hunted. Raven beared them no ill will, however. They were just animals, incapable of thought or feeling..why should she feel anything for them?

After all, they needed to eat to survive. The snake bit down at Raven again, crushing and slicing her side. Raven had enough, the sword that was clenched in her hand due to the agonizing pain, flew up. Striking the Hydra in the nose. The snake dropped Raven, who fell down its neck and then slid down to the ground. The Hydra was multicolored, bearing green and brown. Raven's sword fled from her bloody hands. Raven got up, pain striking her back, blood streaming down her body. Her armor ripped along the stomach area and leg part. Raven jumped towards her weapon but one of the snake head lunged at it, biting the ground and the sword before Raven could get her hands on it. Raven rolled to the side, avoiding the Hydra's head. Its large hungry eyes glaring at her. Raven stared back, baring her fangs and lunging at the creature, striking her nails at the animal's eye. The Hydra snarled and lifted its head, the beta head came down upon her, trying to get her but Raven flipped again, landing on her back in a failed attept to utlize a successful acrobatic. Each time Raven tried something, pain struck her. The creature was impatient, it rushed forward with its massive legs and caught Raven with its clawed paw, holding her down to the ground, near the cliff edge. The middle Alpha head coming down to munch on Raven. Raven tried to escape but the claws held her stomach to the ground, sliding beneath her flesh. It was painful. The creature's head was getting closer to her, slober falling down to Raven's hair and face.

Raven growled and shouted in a fury of anger, lightning sprung from her free hands as she pushed them forward, sending a barrage of blue energy at its head. "Ah!!!" Raven shouted, feeling the wonderful power in her fingertips. The lightning flew to its mouth, shocking it with bolts of pain inflicting destruction magic. The animal roared and shoot its head, the two other heads came down upon Raven, opening their mouths and breathing fire from their jaws. The orange yellow flames rushed down to burn Raven to a crisp. Raven used her Immolation Blast to counter the creature's flames. The flames met each other, magic and natural, both hitting each other with powerful force. The air between Vampire and Hydra turned orange, a thick blast and heat of fury evaporated into sparks. The sparks rained down upon Raven, burning her armor and gear. As the creature tried to shake off the effects of her flame. Raven saw her sword and rushed for it. All three of the heads dived to get Raven, the gamma head and the Alpha both smacking into each other while the beta right head went after her. With a powerful swing of the sword, Revan was able to behead the creature. The blade slicing its neck, the head falling to te green lush ground. Waving around and dancing like a headless chicken.

Raven looked at the other Hydra heads. Both of them not showing any concern for the missing head, but their meal. Raven was loosing more blood, her armor now tattered in flames and ripped apart by the creatures massive jaw. Raven looked around, thinking on how to fight back. She began to run, fast, towards the cliff. The creature's hunger was so large, it would reduce its intelligence. Raven waited at the cliff side, the Hydra stomping, hissing, spiting to Raven. The thumps growing larger and larger, it was near her. Raven jumped to the side, tripping over the flat edge, Raven plunged her longsword on the edge again, holding it tightly as the Hydra fell past her, trying to bite her, but could not, its massive body howling down to the abyss, past the mist, crashing into the trees below. Raven chuckled, pulling herself to the elevated ground, where she was safe. Pain struck her again, holes gushing blood on her side and stomach, but Raven remained strong. She continued walking towards her destination, walking over drops and small puddle of blood that was hers and the beheaded head of the Hydra. It began to rain slightly, it falling over her short hair, rushing to her face, refreshing..but not as refreshing as blood. Raven sheated her sword and swung her blue bright necklace around, anticipating her own arrival at Haven.