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Aye, I agree. Zephyr, what's your steam name? I'll add you and we can discuss it. :) Also, I added the bit about Adrynn losing his sword because I figured Adrynn would see Baltis as attacking Azura's Shrine. That's where I thought they may battle.

Adrynn, Faeryn, Sienna, Svarn, Felix, Sandhya, Ra'Qassar, so yeah, seven. XD Didn't leave anyone out did I? o.o

Well, our main goal for that RP had always been to route the Mythic Dawn from Mournhold. It made perfect sense to have them follow the cult back to Cyrodiil. But the reason it's blank... Well, honestly I wouldn't know what would happen exactly. I know what Adrynn would have done, and I could guess as to what the others might do, but beyond that, it's all speculation. But that's a good thing. :) After 200 years, you'd figure there would be many different, conflicting accounts of what really happened. Only they know the truth. ^^ (And as for the Champion of Cyrodiil, the group may have met him/her and closed a gate or two, but I don't think they would travel extensively with him/her. Especially with Caius probably keeping the group close to Cloud Ruler temple and Bruma/Cheydinhal. But that's just my ideas, what're some of y'all's?)

Adrynn sat back, resting his hands against his armored thighs. Kriak... He had not heard that name in a long, long time. And it had been just as long since be had seen the mysterious huntsman. He felt grateful that the Sarosian had spoken so highly of him, but then he remembered the many battles they had fought through and smiled grimly. "Azura showed me three locations, a ruined complex of ancient Nordic buildings in a pass between two mountains, a temple set on a mountain surrounded by a river, and a city on a great stone arch, overlooking the sea. She followed this with a vision of three people. The first, Velanya, my cousin, the second,".... Suddenly the mournful face and gold fleck red eyes registered for the Redoran. "The second was Indoril Iodiria, and the last... I cannot recall whom the last is. An evil looking Dunmer with missing eyes..." That was unecessary, Azura. Why such pain over so small a vision? Adrynn shot at his patron, who he felt was watching the proceedings with an amused detachment. Be still, my child. You have long been defiant and unmanageable. This was simply my way of getting your attention so you would know the gravity of your situation... Adrynn mentally snorted. You've always had an interesting way in showing how you care. Why not send a Winged Twilight with a message for me instead of such... unpleasant measures?" Azura didn't respond, but Adrynn could feel her silent amusement. He gritted his teeth to hold back his anger as he stood up, sliding his gauntlet back on.

Looks good!

Sorry about throwing you off there Zeph. I wanted to follow up on Mythics post. >.<

Chrys! About time you came back. :D good to see you RPing again. @mythic: I was waiting for Zephyr to reply... But since Sienna and Faeryn are both there, maybe you or Auri could fill the gap?

As Adrynn waited for Ra'Qassar answer his question, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He shook his head and tried to will it away. Now was not the time. But it stayed, and Adrynn covered his face with his gauntleted hand as the world around him began to spin. He took a small step back to widen his stance in case he felt as if he would fall. Then, just as it came, the dizziness passed. He shook his head and glanced up. He could feel Faeryn's silent worry, but smiled at his old friend. It was nothing he couldn't handle. Suddenly, a pain so great shot from Adrynn's brand up his arm and through his body, he was on his knees before he realized it, clawing to remove his gauntlet. Finally, the offending piece of armor hit the ground before him, and he could see the cause of his pain. The dark crescent moon and six pointed star seared into the flesh of his left palm by Azura long before was throbbing and burning so much, Adrynn was trembling. He gripped his left wrist with his right hand to stop his arm from shaking so violently. It was excruciating. As he felt the others gather around him in concern, his eyes blurred and his vision disappeared. Instead of seeing his hand and the ground before him, he saw a tall magnificent statue on top of a mountain holding aloft a Moon and Star. Azura! He felt her approval at his recognition, and then the pain disappeared and was replaced with a mild comfort. The scent of a thousand roses filled his nose as the vision shifted, showing him three places. The first was a sprawling complex of ancient stone ruins in between two mountains. The second was a lone temple atop a mountain, surrounded by a raging river. The last was a city rising above the sea on a great stone arch, it's tall towers stalwart against the cold sea winds. Finally, three faces were shown to him. The first he recognized instantly as his cousin Velanya, the second, a hauntingly beautiful face of pale gold skin filled with sad red eyes speckled with gold. The last was a grim Dunmer'a face, his eyes sunken into his head and gone, and a sinister smile was on his lips. At last, the vision faded. Adrynn gasped, as if he had been struck with cold water. He was soaked in sweat. He leaned back on his haunches, his body still trembling with the force of the vision. He glanced up to find Faeryn directly before him, a grim expression on his face. "It... It was Azura. She showed me a vision," he said, angered to find his voice shaky.

Adrynn thought upon the Khajiit's question as he helped drag the last of the Thalmor bodies to the pile. With his leg as it was, he wasnt able to outright carry them, so he did the best he could to help. At last, he limped over to stand beside Ra'Qassar. "The name you mention is familiar to me, yet I cannot place where or when I have met such a man," Adrynn said, a bit annoyed he could not properly answer the Khajiit's question. "But I am not surprised you have heard of me, sera. I have lived a long time, and accomplished much in those years. I only wonder which of my deeds has reached your ears," Adrynn said with a small smile. "Hopefully it is one of the good ones."

Adrynn smiled and nodded to Ra'Qassar's request. The glance he exchanged with Faeryn spoke of their unified thoughts. It was tempting for sure. But there was the matter of Velanya's urgent request for their help. The Redoran was torn between helping these new found comrades and helping his cousin. He was spared his thoughts momentarily as the Khajiit female he had noticed earlier stepped close to him and introduced herself. He nodded. "A pleasure to meet you, Sandhya. Since it appears we will be traveling together, I have no problem sharing my stories with you, or anyone else who wishes to hear," the Redoran said. There was something infectious about the Khajiit's toothy smile, and he smiled in return. He had always held a soft spot for the feline race, partly due to his guilt at their enslavement to his race over the millennia, and partly because he just found them adorable. Though he never mentioned this to their face, of course. He couldn't imagine the insult it would be to a Khajiit to be called "adorable". Especially by a Dunmer. He sighed mentally. Some prejudices couldn't be broken. He turned as the carriage he and Faeryn had rented lumbered up beside them, the driver hailing him. "Dunmer! I told you you might earn your trip with your blade! I was right, aye?" The old Nord took a long drag on his pipe and grinned, smoke escaping from his mouth. "Aye, that you were," the Redoran said, pointing to the driver with his sword. "Do you think I can have my money back now?" He grinned, showing that he jested. "Unfortunately, my sword slinging passenger, no refunds," the Nord said again, blowing a smoke ring at Adrynn. The Redoran smiled and climbed into the back of the wagon, laying his shield on a bench and grabbing his scabbard and sheathing his sword. He buckled the ebony longsword around his waist and slung his cloak around his armor, glad to feel the fur's warmth against the cold cloudy sky. He tucked his pack under the bench and slung his shield over his cloak by its long strap. With himself re-equipped, he stepped down off the carriage and limped over to Faeryn, silently cursing his leg. "Blasted thing will never heal properly," he muttered, stopping at his previous spot. The carnage around him registered slowly. He nudged a fallen Thalmor's body with the toe of his boot. "Well, before we depart, we must at least do something with these bodies," he said, glancing to the tall Knight of the Nine. "Even though they are our enemies, they must be disposed of properly. Would not your god Arkay agree?" He asked softly, his deeply red eyes holding his question.

Adrynn smiled as the tall Imperial woman introduced herself. As he shook her hand, his eyes caught the blade at her side, and his brand flared with such pain Adrynn had to clench his fist and grit his teeth to stop a hiss of annoyance. Her sword was Daedric in origin, that much was certain, by both its appearance and Azura's warning. "Heroes, did you say? And books? I would like to hear what this fanciful author has said about me," the Redoran said with a smile. "And there is no need to thank us for our assistance, we merely were helping even an unfair fight." Adrynn almost mentioned the irony of a Knight of the Nine carrying a Daedric weapon, but held his tongue, as he did not want to insult this fine warrior. He noticed Sienna eyeing the carriage behind them. "If you are to backtrack upon yourselves, then let us accompany you as far as Whiterun," Adrynn proposed. "We are heading that direction anyways, and I think we all would be safer if we traveled together. What do you say?" He smiled, hoping they would agree, as this strange mix of adventurers intrigued him, and he would like to get to know more about them.

As the body of the convulsing Thalmor hit the ground, missing the greater portion of his upper body, Adrynn stopped and glanced around. The fighting was at an end, the last few falling to Faeryn it seemed. The Redoran glanced up as a lithe Khajiit stepped forward, extending his hand in greeting. Adrynn shook it and nodded, now noticing the Nord with the wolfhound. "Aye, we expected trouble in our journey, but not quite so soon or with such... bothersome foes," Adrynn said, gesturing to the broken bodies of the Thalmor around the pair. "I am Adrynn Indarys, of House Redoran," Adrynn said, introducing himself by crossing his right hand over his breast and bowing. He nodded again and noticed the dark shine of his ebony hilt still standing where it had been pulled from him. He made his way to the body of the Thalmor he had felled earlier and pulled his sword free, gritting his teeth as the body resisted. Remembering his scabbard lay in the bottom of the carriage, Adrynn stuck the tip in the ground and leaned on it, now feeling the throbbing in his left leg. He wasn't as young as he used to be. He nodded to the Nord Battlemage. "Sorry about the mess, sera. I didn't mean to dirty your clothes with such proudly vain blood." He smiled, hoping the Nord caught his joke. The Redoran glanced around once more, noticing everyone at last. Even the crumpled body of the fallen Argonian. He turned to his companion. "Come Faeryn, meet our comrades."

Ok, had to edit Adrynn's sheet after reading the Lore section on uesp.net. Seems the Red Year was in 4E 5, which is only five years after the Oblivion Crisis. So, had to make a few changes to reflect that. XD

As soon as the sound of clashing arms reached his ears, Adrynn awoke from his light slumber and stood, his eyes pinpointing the sound. A large Thalmor patrol was battling with a group of adventurers. Faeryn was already in the fray, his golden armor distinct amongst the thrashing bodies. Adrynn unclasped his cloak, letting it fall away, and snatched up his heavy Bonemold shield, before unsheathing his glittering ebony blade and leaping from the cart. He was there in a few long strides, his blade descending on a hapless Thalmor who's attention was elsewhere. Blood sprayed and the poor elf never knew what hit him. Adrynn was already taking on another warrior before the body hit the hard dirt. The elf he battled was tall, and was swinging away with a large bladed Elven Battleaxe, but all strikes met with the Redoran's shield. Adrynn deflected one savage downward blow with his shield, sidestepping as the axe buried in the dirt, before countering with a deadly upper cut that left the elf missing half of his head. Adrynn felt amazing. It had been many months since he taken up his sword and he felt the years melt away as he pressed forward into the battle. Faeryn was off to his left, engaged in his own deadly game of death, a tall Imperial woman was ahead of him, savagely fighting anyone she could lay her blade on, a Khajiiti woman was working the flanks, picking off archers and mages, another Khajiit moved on the other side, mirroring the female, and a Nord was locked in a power struggle with a tall Altmer. Adrynn took this all in with a single sweeping glance. He was closest to the Nord, so fought his way there, his dark ebony blade parting the way there. Adrynn took two short running steps and drove his blade through the elf, unfortunately spraying the Nord with blood. But his blade caught in the heaving body of the elf as he fell and was wrenched from the Redoran's grasp. Cursing, Adrynn rolled away from the body and his sword, dodging a deadly arc of an Elven Greatsword. He rolled to his knees, blocking the incoming strikes with his shield, grunting from the impact. With his right hand free, Adrynn calmly gathered his magick to him, gathering it into a crackling ball of electricity. When the elf stood up tall and reached overhead to deliver an arm breaking blow, Adrynn drove the edge of his heavy shield into the ribs of the elf, catching the Thalmor by the throat as he doubled over. "This day, you rue your birth, Thalmor," Adrynn cursed, unleashing the lightning.

Hey, I just mentioned Baltis in my post! ;D hahaha. I said he was the reason Adrynn no longer has his Daeric Katana. I didn't give specifics, but considering Adrynn's temper, I'm sure two and two can be put together. XD Its good to see him again Zephyr. (Also, I know this last post was a bit more melencholy than most, but I think its good to show multiple sides of a character.)

Adrynn nodded, his dark crimson eyes glancing skyward. The clouds were rolling in from the Sea of Ghosts, heavy and thick. More snow, it seemed. He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, glad it had been made with the cold weather of Skyrim in mind. The thick black fur draped around him, obscuring most of the dull golden brown Bonemold. He had unstrapped his sword before he sat down, as it was uncomfortable to sit with the hilt digging into his side for hours. It now rested in his lap, the dark belt wrapped loosely around the scabbard. He rested his hand on the leather and wire wrapped hilt, admiring the craftmanship. Bols Indalen had forged it for him when he had traveled to Mournhold hunting the Mythic Dawn. The Daedric Katana he had carried before that had been shattered in a battle at Azura's Shrine with a powerful mage seeking power. Sometimes he still wished he had it. But this longsword had served the Redoran well for over two centuries. It was worth the price he had paid for it. He glanced at Faeryn sitting across from him, glad to have a true friend close by. Faeryn was one of the few companions who had traveled with him before who still lived. A frown crossed his face as he thought back to those days spent hunting and then protecting the Nerevarine. Kriak, Lecuaro, Caius, Ayra, Iodiria, Garila... He had not seen them in so long he barely remembered their faces. A deep sadness came across Adrynn as he realized he would never see them again. Not in this life, anyways. The Redoran pulled his cloak tighter against the cold wind and let the swaying and creaking of the wagon lull him into a light, fitful doze, his hand still gripping the hilt of his sword.

Adrynn nodded, thoughtfully stroking his beard. In the years he had exiled himself from Morrowind, he had traveled through Skyrim a few times. Enough to know where the cities lay. He frowned, leaning on his right leg almost unconsciously. Markarth was on the other side of the province, in a craggy and mountainous area called by the locals, "The Reach". And ever since the Stormcloak rebellion, it had been infested with wild savages called Forsworn. It would be a long and dangerous journey, but not without adventure. He smiled. "Very well Faeryn, I hope you don't mind cart rides," the Redoran said, smirking as he strode up to the carriage driver, who stood by his cart, smoking a pipe. "Grettings, sera. How much is the fare for two old warriors to Markarth?" Adrynn asked, lowering his hood and trying not to scowl. The carriage driver puffed his pipe while looking over Adrynn and Faeryn behind him. He seemed mildly amused. He took another long pull before speaking, the smoke wisping out of the corners of his mouth. "And what would a Dunmer and..." he glanced at Faeryn, "whoever that is have business in Markarth? Looking for silver are you?" The old Nord's eyes crinkled with a hidden smile. Adrynn grinned slightly, guessing well the old mans intent. "Nay, we seek no silver. Though how much gold it will take to reach Markarth has yet to be answered." The old man took another drag on his pipe. "The normal fare for such a long trip is usually 200 gold, mostly for food for my horses than the actual cost of taking you there. But," he added, seeing the slight frown that creased Adrynn's forehead. "Seeing how you two are quite... unusual, that should deter any bandits from attacking us. At the very least, you may earn your trip with that," he said, pointing to Adrynn's ebony hilt peeking from under his cloak. "The fare is 100 gold, stranger." Adrynn nodded and opened his pack, pulling out a sack of gold and carefully counting out 100 pieces for the driver. The old Nord nodded and scooped up the money, stashing it in another sack under his seat. "Climb in back and we'll be off," he said, taking another puff on his pipe. Adrynn nodded, slung his pack and shield in the back and climbed up. "Come along, my flashy friend," Adrynn called to Faeryn.

Adrynn chuckled at Faeryn's intimidating phrase to the guards. It had been many years since he had heard that phrase, though never had it been directed at him. Nevertheless, it was still good to see Faeryn falling into his old habits again. When they reached the end of the bridge, Adrynn stopped and looked at the golden armored Indoril beside him. He still couldn't stop the small smile that twitched under his beard. He clapped Faeryn on his fluted pauldron and grinned. "Well old friend, I have to say that as much as I would love to see Velanya again, I happen to have no idea where this Sky Haven Temple is. Seeing as how my dear cousin sent the letter to you, it might be best to give me an idea as to where we will be going." He glanced at the stables nearby. "And whether we will need extra transportation to get there." He stopped for a moment, wondering if Faeryn even knew how to ride a horse. In their long years as being friends, the Redoran didn't think he had ever seen the Ordinator do it. Then again, most Dunmer prefered feasting on horses than riding them. He chuckled, surprised he never thought to ask before.

Aye true... Message me on steam, and we can chat about it. :3

;D so when are you going to introduce Iodiria to us, mythic? Also, do I have you as a friend on steam? O.o

;D I love being able to RP as Adrynn again. It's so much fun. ^^ especially since he's still as lovably quick to anger as always. XD Though its tempered a bit by knowing he's not as fast as he used to be. :ohdear:

A small, knowing smile tugged at Adrynn's lips as he watched Faeryn descend the steps of the Cornerclub in his ornate Indoril armor. He felt years upon years fall away from his aged body as he saw his companion and brother-in-arms step forward. Adrynn stood up to his full height, looking through the glass eyes in the Indoril helm to his friend behind them. He nodded. "Yes, I know you are." There was more than one meaning behind his words, but he left Faeryn to discover them as he opened the door to the Cornerclub and stepped through. He glanced back one last time at the shocked faces in the bar and threw back his head and laughed. He had never seen such a mix of awe, fear, and excitement on such grim faces before. It was as if he and Faeryn had stepped right out of the pages of history to stand before these simple mer. It wasn't entirely off the mark either. He chuckled again as he led Faeryn through the streets of Windhelm. Everyone they passed, be it Nord, Dunmer, or Argonian, stopped whatever they were doing and just stared. Most of them had to remember to close their mouths. It was quite amusing to behold. They had no trouble till they reached the gates. The two Stormcloaks who guarded them crossed their spears and ordered a halt. Adrynn stopped, his dark ruby eyes piercing from the depths of his fur hood. He could tell that most of the guards attention were on Faeryn behind him. He resisted the urge to chuckle again and leaned on his right leg, taking most of the weight off of his still tender left leg. "Is there any reason you stop us, guardsman, other than to gawk at my companion here?" The Redoran asked in a low, calm voice. That snapped the guard closest to him out of his wide eyed stare. "Uh-um, yes, yes there is Dunmer." His accent was thick and harsh on Adrynn's ears. "You must pay a visitor's tax before you may leave the city, under order of the Jarl." The guard said it calmly, but Adrynn could detect the hint of nervousness in his voice. Adrynn simply stood there, his previously good spirits vanished. The guard stared back, through dropped his gaze to Adrynn's sword after a moment. "Are you going to pay the tax?" the other guard asked nervously. Adrynn simply stared. The guard dropped his gaze too. "No, I will not pay your silly tax, Nord," Adrynn said, his voice calm, but it had taken on a dangerous edge. "I have not come so far just to be stopped by two poor guards looking for a handout. Now, either stand aside and let us pass, or I think my Ordinator friend here will have a word with you. And he will not be as polite as I have..." The guards took one long look at Faeryn and opened the gates.

Oh, I keep forgetting to say thanks, mythic. XD It will be so cool to see Iodiria again, this time in person. I wonder what she'll think of the grizzled old warriors Adrynn and Faeryn have become. ;D

Adrynn sighed and drained the last of his ale, feeling it burn as it settled into his stomach. He knew that Faeryn was right. The Blades had, in their prime, been the best at what they had done, which was, for the most part, gathering information. The Nerevarine himself had been a Blade, and under the tutelage of Caius Cosades, had gathered what information he needed to fulfill the Prophecies and slay Dagoth Ur. Adrynn missed that cantankerous old Spymaster. No matter how dire their situation had been, he had always thought of some solution. The Redoran made a mental note to visit the old Blade's grave. "How much, indeed," Adrynn replied. He stared at his empty mug while his mind went over the Ordinator's words. Morrowind was already seperate from the Empire, once again a nation of its own. It would be so easy to just disappear back into the wastes and never be heard from again. But Adrynn knew that was not his course. For if the Empire lost this war, then there would be no stopping the onslaught of the Thalmor. Morrowind was fragile. Still weak and rebuilding from the Red Year and the Argonian invasian. If the remnants of this diminished Empire did not stand together and fight back, then they would all be doomed. They needed theBlades. "Very well, Faeryn. Let us go to Velanya. I would hear her plan, though I fear before this is all over, it will likely have us killed," he said with a laugh before standing and strapping his ebony sword to his belt. He reached beside his chair next to the wall and retrieved his pack, cloak, and shield. He slung his cloak over his shoulders and pulled up his hood before slinging his pack over one shoulder and his shield the other. "I am as ready as I ever will be. Come, don your shiny armor and lets be off," Adrynn said with another laugh.

Adrynn took a drink of his ale after Faeryn posed his question. So, Velanya had sent for him. It wasn't entirely surprising, though in some ways it was. He had not seen or spoken to his cousin since he had asked her to return with him to Blacklight after the signing of the White-Gold Concordat over forty years before. She had, quite naturally, refused. She was too tied to the Empire to retreat to Morrowind and didn't wish to part from her duty as a Legionnaire. Adrynn had understood, though he dearly missed his cousin. "It is good to know that Velanya lives, but I know little of this Sky Haven Temple save that it is where a few old Blades had taken refuge during the Stormcloak Rebellion. It is said that the Dovah'kiin is the one who allowed them to enter and apparently they found some wall depicting Alduin's demise. But that is all I know, Faeryn. It means little to me, for I do not wished to be reminded of my time as a Blade." Adrynn took another drink of his ale before looking Faeryn square in the eyes. "We are going there, aren't we." It was a statement, not a question.