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Seran, looking over the chaos from his lofty positions slips on his "borrowed" invisibility ring & drops silently down to the ground after climbing down the stone wall. He leans against a wall of a building & watches Fode standing on his prisoner.

Seran recoils as he sees the gigantic explosion. He rushes back down to the town & scales the wall climbing onto the roof. Looking down he observes his two companions walking down the street searching for something. he decides to stay out of view for a while incase they get into some trouble, still climbing roof tops.

Seran steps out of the forest surrounding the small town in which Stinking Barfly Tavern was situated. He had travelled by magical means to the nearest major city but was now forced to travel on foot. He had almost forgotten about the recent occurances & the threat of the Lycan untill he sees the first pin pricks of sunlight escaping over the mountain tops in the distance. The Lycan walks among us now... He thinks to himself before beginning the trek down the mountain & into the tiny village in search of his friends.

Seran, now in Ebonheart by magical means, walks down the main bridge leading to the grand council chambers. He is dressed in a black cloak & has a cloth over both hiseyes. He clutchesa walking cane and hits it on the stone floorofthe bridge. He peaks under his blind fold for a second and looks down over the edge to the vast drop below. Perfect, He thinks to himself popping his blind fold back over hiseyes as he sees an imperial in high templar armour walking towards him. As he nears seran calls outto him. Excuse me kind sir, Would you help out an old soldier what lost his eyes in the service of the empire? Certainly old soldier Says the templar, First of all what be your name? Says Seran I am Captain Sorcella Martinues of the imperial guard. He says, Seran steps closer & holds out his hand to be guided. Before the imperial can ask where Seran would wish to go he is flungover the edge of the bridge into the swirling abyss of the ocean. Seran whipsoff his disguise and throws it offthe side walking casually in the direction of the city.

That i do my frien.... Seran is cut off mid sentance by the sharp TWWAANNG of an arrow lodging itself in the tavern door. Seran spins around, his tanto drawn but the figure is gone. Seran spins around again to see that the arrow has a piece of paper attached to it. Seran rips it off & read to himself.... Sorcella Martinues is the mark. He is a Captain of the Imperial Army, stationed at Ebonhart Council Chambers...Terminate with extreme caution & let none know of your actions. Payment will be as usual 5000 Septims. -Ue Seran produces a flint box and torches the parchment of paper, being especially careful to melt the wax seal bearing a snake on it. He turnes to Dertuin and says, Farewell friend, I will return & with that Seran Ue sprints away into the darkness as quick as a cliffracer on moonsugar. He jumps over Fode who had drunken himself to sleep at the news of the escaped Lycan. With that Seran was gone. OOC: Taking a Break for a bit

The threat is gone is it not? Inquires Seran, Reguardless, I rely on this tavern to recieve my writs, I cannot miss them. You may find other lodgings if you fancy, however I must stay.

Seran drops down from his position & calls out, The beast is gone! It must have sensed out presence. Seran sheathed his tanto & remove the ring, shimmering back into vision. I believe we have discouraged from comming here in the near future & persuite through the forest would be dangerous. I think our job here is dont for the night gentlemen.

OOC: Well it seems that we have had a bit of a mix up :D I think what happened is that while ALl was posting about the werewolf coming face to face with Fode Obsidian Knight posted quicker and made it escape. However All was not aware of this and then psoted so the Werewolf is in two palces at once...i think this needs some compromise. Maybe it could come face to face with fode and obsidian knights character some how interveans and the Were wolf gets away...I dont know it just needs abit of fixing :D I will edit this with my post when the situation is resolved.

Seran darts quickly to an opposing building. He scales the wall with ease and rests himself on the window cill of the first floor. Holding onto the window frame with one hand Seran leans out over the alley at the back of the tavern. He sees fode in his drunken position. All is quiet accept for the soft padding of large feet on the wet alley floor....

Aie cities are certainly different to the wilds my friend, fortunatly I know everything there is to know about cities & possible hiding palces. I believe that the Lycan is hunting at this present point in time, the moon is low in the night sky. He is most likely prowling the streets and alleys near the tavern or places of drinking looking for drunken victims...don't you tend to agree? Seran says in his invisible form...

Seran slips on is ring. He looks at his hlimbs as they recede into the darkness. He & his fellow group members were totally invisible. Just before we embark on our dangerous mission my hunting partners I wish to reveal to you my true identity & occupatuion. For I am no mear Bard unless you havent already guessed. Seran ue Assassin Poet & Master of Disguise at your service. Seran says into the shadows where he guesses his companions are. Now that i have that off my chest, we move as the shadows... Says Seran as he reaches down and pulls his silver tanto out of his ankle shieth and glides it into his hand. It is a magnificent weapon to say the least, completely wrought of silver with various inscriptions in Dunmer on it. The Ue family crest of the snake stands proudly on the hilt. With a quick practise swipe of his blade Seran is ready...

Seran steps out of the gloom.... Civillian Casualties? Surely you jest?!? Seran says, Are we in this for the glory of slaying a Lycan or to save lives you must ask yourself, such taverns are my living and if we begin to explode them, then i will surely be out of a job!!! Hey says with an exasperated look on his face, I prepose a much more subtile and less volitile method of eradication. Seran says with a smile as he kicks the ground with his boot. Nothing hapens. The other members of the group stare at him for a moment before he repeats the process and a small silver blade flicks out the rim of his boot.

Seran drops his drink after hearing the great smash of glass in the room. He kicks the door open to see a smashed window. He rushes to the empty frame and looks out, seing Fode lying on the ground unconcious. Seran climbs out of the windown and scales the brick wall of the tavern for two stories and then drops almost silently next to the unconcious Nord. He drags his sprawled out body with some difficulty to the alley between Stinking Barfly Tavern and the opposing building. After rousing Fode from his uconcious state he quietly asks him, What is it you said about a Werewolf?

Bloody Hell!, The world has gone mad! Crazy Nords, Lycans on the loose and Assassins cramming victims in barrels! Seran says with an exasperated look on his face... I think we all need a drink & then we will discuss out next course of action to sort out this sorry state of affairs Says Seran as he orders a round of drinks for everyone in the tavern.

Well I should let him rest Seran thinks to himself before walking out the back of the tavern to see Armiena helping someone out of a barrel. By the gods! He sayd out loud.

A truely wondeful tale of adventure Skyrim & also so very tradgic, Says Seran as he pulls out his lute. You look as if you need cheering up my friend so i will sing you a rather humourous tale that i first heard of on the travels... eeeerrrhhheeeemmm!!! Seran clears his throat & begins to sing, The Tale of Meed Daric On the Molag Amur where the temples are far, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost, One Vanne Daric had a shanty. Now this Vannee was the dad of a young Breton lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as the best, but poor Vanne had no rest For the youngster had never been christened. And his wife used to cry, "If the darlin' should die Saint Deyln would not recognise him." But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived, Who agreed straightaway to baptise him. Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue, With his ear to the keyhole was listenin', And he muttered in fright while his features turned white, "By the Gods! What is all this christenin'?" He would have to run far! He had seen them brand Guar!, And it seemed to his small understanding, If the man in the frock made him one of his flocks, It must mean something very like branding. So away with a rush he set off for the rocks, While the tears in his eyelids they glistened "Tis outrageous," says he, "To brand youngsters like me, I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!" Like a young native dog he ran into a log, And his father with language uncivil, Never heeding the "priest" cried aloud in his haste, "Come out and be christened, you divil!" But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug, And his parents in vain might reprove him, Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke) "I've a notion," says he, "that'll move him. "Poke a stick up the log; give the fetcher a prod; Poke him easy - don't hurt him or maim him, 'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand, As he rushes out this end I'll name him. "Here he comes, and for shame! Ye’ve forgotten the name - Is it Daric or Feno or Geed?" Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout - "Take your chance, anyhow, with some Mead! As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub Where he knew that pursuit would need speed, The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head That was labelled "Falconius’ Mead" Now Mead Daric, in the temple is an upstanding bloke., And the one thing he hates more than sin is, To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke, How he came to be christened "Mead Daric"! OOC: Please not that I did not write this poem in its entirity. "The tale of Meed Daric" is a Morrowind paraody of a famous bush poem by the famous poet Banjo Paterson.

The bodies are in barrels out the back of this tavern.... The Assassin sobs. Well, my friend, pleasure doing buisness with you! Seran says with a satisfied smile, My work here is done friend, Seran says to Armiena, I shall leave turning this scum over to the proper authoritories to you, I dislike talking to guards at the best of times. By the Gods I need a drink! Seran says as he walks back into the tavern to see a gigantic nord sobbing at the counter. he looks to the side of him & observes treasure! Seran's eyes light up as he walks over to the bar, orders a wiskey & says to the Nord, Why are you so glum my friend?

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Seran observes the Assassin as he falls into a trance & his eyes glaze over. Tell us that which we need to know! Says Seran. The Assasin hesitates for a moment before he begins to reveal his horrendous secret......

That should do the trick now! Said Seran as he re-concealed his tanto. Now that his wits are almost broken give him some of that truth potion & he will tell you that which you wish to know.

Seran strokes his gotae once again. He grins for a moment before starting to reciete a poem to the assassin laying on the bed in the hope of making him break under pressure... Ode to the Dead Assassin: How are you my dear friend? What lies for your around the bend? Perhaps you will live or perhaps you will die, Your life depends on whether or not you lie! Now i ask you this my devious friend, Would a dagger to the back would be a fitting end? A fitting end for someone who has taken life away from this place, This tavern of peace & sarenity, I can tell you are scared by the look on your face, So what say you about Titanius Iglesias friend? Tell me about his grewsome end. And where his body lies, if he is dead at all? Reveal your secret now my friend or you shall surely take the fall! Who has paid you to do this unspeakable dead my friend? I will interrogate you for the rest of your life, infite time i have to spend! So spill the beans & reveal yourself, for surely you will die! IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHERE THIS BODY DOES LIE! FOR I AM NO MERE BARD MY FRIEND! I AM AN ASSASSIN LIKE YOU, AND I WILL BE YOUR END! SO REVEAL YOUR SECRET TO ME, OR YOU SHAL SURELY DIE! I ASK YOU FOR THE LAST TIME WHERE DOES THE BODY LIE??? The assasin begins to become very afraid as Seran continues to rant and rave sending spit flying in his face. His fear is climaxed as Seran pulls a tanto concealed by an ankle strap under his pants and raises it to strike.... TELL ME WHERE THE BODY LIES!!!

Nay, it is fine you may stay! Replied Seran as he popped off the Assasin's bracers. Now I should like to know everything you know about this Assassin, before he wakes up Said Seran as he lay his lute down on the table next to the bed and looked at the assassin's mutelated jaw. He stroked his Gotae as he forumlated his plan.

Well in that case I have nothing to fear then! Seran Ue, Assasin Poet & Master of Disguise at your service, Says Seran Ue with a cheery grin on his face as he lifts his Brandy and drinks. Infact I can help you, I know how an assasin's mind works. Take me to him & I will aid you in your investigation,

I am a Bard Seran says with a grin on my face, I am also a Monk, Nobleman, Commoner, Pawper, Sailor, Guard...But the more leraned of my friends would tell you other wise, Before I reveal my true profession to you I would like to know why you were giving this assasin a thrashing,