ObsidianKnight

Armiena quickly casts a spell of slowfall, then dives through the window. Shards of glass fly everywhere. Pedestrians run for cover. As the Ordinators try to restore order and arrest her, Armiena practically runs them over.

"S***." Armiena tries to open the door. It's locked. Cursing again, she tries to kick the door in, but it holds firm. She takes out a worn set of lockpicks, and finally manages to unlock it. She mutters an incantation under her breath. "It's clean. No enchantment traps." She walks in. She gingerly touches the puddle of blood. "It's fresh.... they can't be far off." She walks over to the window, and sees a cloaked man running for the sewers.

"Something to wake me up quick" The bartender slides Armiena a thick, syrup-like restore fatigue potion. She chugs it quickly. "Ahh... now to business" Armiena readies a small hand-axe, and a long throwing knife. "Jouko, you see anything?"

As the conversation continues, Titanius moves to leave his room. As he approaches the stairs, a door swings open right in his face. "ARGH!!" he staggers back a little, clutching a broken nose, when an armored fist knocks him out and drags him inside the room. A moment later, Armiena leaves her room, and approaches the bar, shaking sleep away. "What was that?" Her hand drifts over to a truth potion on her belt, simply to make sure its still there.

Titanius looks up from his mug of sujamma. "Yeah. This is not a good time to be in this tavern. There's an assassin here.... and we don't know who...." Titanius stands up, and wavers a little, slightly drunk. "Ugh... I feel bad... I'd better sleep this off." He struggles up the steps to his room.

"Right... I can tell I've mixed this properly" Armiena smiles at Naull. "It's good for quite a while, more than a few weeks I think. If no one has any suggestions, I am going to bed." She gives the bartender a few coins in return for a room key, then walks upstairs. Titanius walks to the bar. "I REALLY need a stiff drink." The bartender presents him with a mug of foaming sujamma a second later. "What is she?"

Armiena doesn't even look up. She again peers into her mortar and pestle, and apparently satisfied, pours it into a flask. She adds some more water into her flask, puts a glass cork in it, and walks toward the fire. She grabs a set of tongs from her pack, and heats the mixture on the fire. She waits a moment, then takes it out, watching it simmer for a moment. She pours it into another flask. "Done."

Armiena peers into her mortar and pestle. Apparently satisfied, she asks for a small glass of water. She pours a bit of it into the mortar and pestle, and continues mashing it into a thick glue.

"Truth potions?" Armiena perks up. "I think I might.... yes, I can make one, but it will take time." Without waiting for a reply, she sits back in her shadowy corner. She pulls out a mortar and pestle, and begins mashing together some fine powders, leaves, and flowers.

"Right. Fill me in on the details... murder weapon, any descriptions... et cetera..." Armiena says. WOOHOO: 100th post!

Titanius turns toward Racius. "Yeah, I keep my mind when I'm a werewolf.... most of the time. Comes in handy to turn into a werewolf. I've got a few stories to tell... but later." He unsheathes his sword, checks the blade for any damage, and cuts his finger on it. "Da**."

Titanius and Armiena suddenly stand up at the same time, walking towards the group. "All right, Titanius here has told me about your insane uprising, and well... never could pass up an impossible fight. Who's with me?" Armiena lifts her staff over head and shakes it, clearly ready to bash some heads.

the woman continues to watch the crowd. Titanius starts to get extremely nervous, and starts to finger the grip of his sword. After a quick gulp of flin, he gets up, and walks toward the mysterious woman. "All right. Who and what are you?" he demands. The woman leans out of the shadow, and says "Take your hand off your sword, werewolf, you have nothing to fear from me." "Who are you?" "Sit down, and then we'll talk." the woman says. Definitely an order. Still Titanius sits in the woman's booth, and suddenly their conversation becomes hushed. The woman apparently is a skilled mage, as she must have cast a spell to keep their conversation silent.

A mysterious woman dressed in a white robe walks into the bar, soaked from the storm. She approaches the bar, asks for a room, and leaves a couple of coins on the bar. She enters a shadowy corner, hunches up against the wall, and orders some shein. She says nothing, only observing the crowd getting ready for an insurrection, and puffing on a long pipe.

Sounds good to me. "who do we kill first?"

Titanius stumbles back into the bar, looking extremely weary, with his face full of scratches, cuts, and a couple new scars. "Something to numb my face," he mumbles to the bartender, who throws a bottle of restore health potion and some matze. "Thanks." He pours the potion over his face, watching in the mirror as his cuts melt together. "Ah.... that's better." "Well, I can tell you were just talking about risiing up against the temple. You wanna do it, I want in." he says to the Argonian.

"Thanks man. Sell the armor or something, loot him, whatever." He tosses a few coins to the bartender. "For the window." Again, he walks out of the tavern, into a violent storm.

Titanius leaves the inn, and starts walking down the street. A second later, a yell of "OH S***!!!!!" is heard. Titanius jumps through the window, shattering it. A second later, a man clad in silver armor steps through the door, searching the tavern. A drunk throws a bottle at him, getting his attention. As he's turned, a longsword flies through the air, striking him squarely in the back. He dies with a shocked expression on his face. Titanius steps forward, and mutters "Werewolf hunter. Can someone help me with this?"

Titanius sips a glass of wine and mutters, "Good god, Argonians....." He approaches Tommy and says, "a vampire? Huh, we're kinda in the same boat, vampire and werewolf..."

A few minutes later, Titanius staggers out of his room, looking very disheveled. "Ok, what have I missed?"

"My point is, that the murderer knocked me out to shut me up. He also must have taken my dagger when I was down, hoping that I wouldn't notice that it had disappeared." Titanius sighs and walks toward the window. He notices that a full moon has just started to peak over the horizon. "OH S***!!! Bartender! A ROOM! QUICK!!!!!" He tosses a handful of gold at the bartender, catches a key, and runs toward his room. As he runs down the hallway, a yelp of pain and a moan of "just.... one more second..." is heard as the door slams and the lock clicks. A howl is heard a second later.

Titanius wakes up again, shakes his head. "Who's buying the Cyrodilic Brandy? I want some!" He feels a massive bump on his head. "Or, maybe I shouldn't. I think I've concussed. Probably shouldn't have anything thatll make me fall asleep." Titanius checks his equipment. "hey, that's weird. I usually carry a silver hunting knife! It's enchanted, so if you see one, that person will be the murderer!"

The bartender wakes Titanius up with a hangover cure. "Ooohh... my head..." Titanius tries to get up. "What have I missed? Uh... who took my dagger when I was asleep? It's just a plain silver dagger... so if you see one, that'll be the murderer, probly-hic!-." The hangover cure wears off and Titanius faints again.

Titanius examines his claymore a little more, and notices a shard has been broken off near the hilt. "Hm.... I guess the murderer could make a crude club by sticking a shard of glass into a wood club.... and he could use that as a knife too. Has anyone noticed a guy carrying a wood club?" A gust of wind blows through the door, the lights go out. When they are relit, Titanius has been knocked out with a empty bottle.

Titanius recovers from his bottle of flin. "What? Glass weapons? Oh, yeah, I have this cool claymore here" he unsheathes his sword. "but i'm useless with clubs." He looks at his claymore. He notices a few drops of blood on it. "D***ed vampires. Their blood never washes off."