War of the Grand Council: The Lost Documents

[Harver]

:: Harver stared down at his worn hands. He knew that the assassinations were wrong but the danger. The danger. When a great sum of money was offered as a reward, Harver let out a deep, internal sigh and said aloud...::

 

I'm in.

 

::He really didn't care if people heard him or not. He wandered back to his room and returned with his few items and a pitchfork. A modest weapon but a weapon, none-the-less::

[tyjet3]

Daric looked over at Isaac, "I'll be right back..." Daric ran up the stairs as Vallrey ran down. He was now covered in armor, it looked pretty beaten up but he didn't seem bothered about it. Daric reached his room. He paused as he went to open the chest at the foot of his bed.

Dust covered the top of the chest. He hadn't open this chest since the day he had came her. He lifted the lid, light shined down on the ebony mace in the chest. One of the bolts gave a shimmer as he opened the chest further. With the chest open, he lifted the mace and crossbow and placed them on the bed. He placed the 35 bolts in his pack and went to the bottom drawers of this closet.

His armour awaited to be worn again. The leather armour was a gift for one of his birthdays. He had always had it, but used it rarely. He took off his robe and started putting on his armour, then his robe again. He placed the mace in the holter on his back and straped the crossbow around his shoulder. Once he was done, he grabbed Isaac's book and headed down stairs.

It looked as if almost everyone was ready. He walked over to Isaac and gave him the journal. "Great research, maybe we can team up and continue your research once you are done with this?" Daric looked around the room, "We had best be on our way... We don't have much time."

[Eiade]

Tylen now went up to his personal bedroom. He promptly took of his night-clothing, and put on his nice red shirt and toughly-sewn khaki-colored pants. He then went over to a medium-sized table upon which sat his bonemold armor. He had always taken pride in his armor. Comfortable and reliable. He began the familiar process of donning on the armor, which he had done so many times that it now felt almost natural. He had had the same bonemold suit ever since he was appointed as a guard years ago, and it had been worn in to fit his body perfectly. It had never lost its effectiveness as protection, though. He sheathed his Dwemer longsword at his side, then packed a satchel with food, repair prongs, water, and some other assorted necessities.

 

Tylen opened a small chest on his desk, and revealed an amulet, glowing pinkish-purple, sitting on the inner velvet lining of the chest. He picked it up, looked at it for a moment, then put it on and tucked it under his cuirass. It was his good luck charm. It had helped him whenever he was in a fix.

 

Tylen locked his room, briskly walked down the hallway, and flew down the stairs (going down those stairs was also something he had done a lot, so he was quite good at it), his jet-black hair slightly flailing out behind him. He came before the party, put a barely perceptible grin on his face, and spoke.

 

"What we are about to do is dangerous. It is risky, and if we are captured, who knows what will happen. But such terroristic acts cannot be allow to unfold, and I believe that this is an extremely capable party."

 

He surveyed each member, and his eyes came across Harver and his pitchfork. Tylen's eyes softened.

"I am afraid Imperial," he said. "That such tool designed for work in the fields will not do well against an armored and capable foe. Here, let me get you something better."

Tylen went into the other room and from a cabinet in the wall procured a Dwemer spear, then walked back into the foyer.

"This will still be to your liking," he told Harver. "A thrusting weapon. But this one was made by the Dwemer, who are the finest craftsmen to ever live. Dwemer weapons are durable, reliable, and sturdy, and the blades stay sharp longer than other ordinary weapons."

Harver was much obliged to having a brand new spear given to him.

 

"Now, are we ready?" The party unanimously agreed, and the six newly-met companions left Ules Manor at 5 in the morning on 20th Second Seed. They were headed for Suran to the east, to take a boat to the west coast of Vvardenfell.

 

"We must make haste and run," Tylen told the party, and everyone took off at a steady jog. They would make it to Suran in 15 minutes.

[Harver]

:: Harver was running at a very good pace. His feet thumped into the ground. A dull echo of that reverberated in his chest. His long brown ponytail knocked up and down on his shoulders. His bag moved with the flow of his stride. His left arm tightly gripped his new spear as it laid over his shoulder.:

 

:: The weight of the new spear was odd to Harver. He had been to use to travelling with his pitchfork, made of oak and iron, that this new thing seemed feather-light to him. The hand gripping the spear readjusted itself. The shaft had not yet become familiar to his hands compared to the worn oak shaft of its predecessor. ::

 

:: He turned his head around to see that his comrades were trailing a bit. No doubt due to the armor they wore. Harver slowed his pace to stay with his new found travelling partners. ::

 

:: By being immersed within this group of warriors, Harver could only think of one thing. That was how he would fair in combat compared to them. Sure, he could use a "thrusting weapon" better than most but his actual combat experience was lacking. He decided that he would have to count on using his guile to make up for it::

 

:: Harver continued to run::

[FlightlessBird]

Isaac liked the idea of continuing his research with Daric. He seemed trustworthy and he knew a little about what Isaac was researching. He would comment to Daric about this but he decided not to waste breath as he ran. The Imperial was obviously very physically sound, judging by the pace and speed with which he ran.

Isaac smiled at the thought of how efficient his armour was. It was light, so it didnt slow him down, which was good considering Isaac did not run much, but it was efficent enough to defend agaisnt arrows and bots and swords.

 

Time was passing and Isaac was running out of breath. He reached into his largest satchel on his belt, and pulled out a bottle marked ''energy.'' He took a drink from it and placed it back into the satchel. His strength returned, and he continued to run closer and closer to his destination.

[Crim, The Red Thunder]

Wren ran, her feet hitting the ground at a good consistent rythym, her steel armor clunking as it vibrated with every step.

*Im glad i spent so much time training some athletic skill... I cant keep this up forever... i gotta stop using silt striders...*

Panting, she brings her pace up a bit to match the guy in front of her... and silently gives thanks that she isnt wearing daedric armor.

[Fishystick]

Being a fairly good athlete amd wearing practically no armor at all, Vallréy had nothing about running for a long time, it was just that he was used to running in forests, jumping over rocks and dead trees and such, the roads were nothing like that and it took him a few minutes to get used to not jumping over things all the time. While he ran, Vallréy was mumbling the words to a song he had learned from an argonian he had traveled with a year ago.

 

After a while, Vallréy realised that the weird feeling in his left leg was the shards of his glass armor cutting it's way through his skin. "Damnit..", he whispered to himself and started pulling and stretching the glass so it wouldn't slash his leg completely. The elf noticd that everyone else was getting pretty far ahead of him, where he now was, almost not moving at all.

 

As he sprinted to catch up with them all, he simply pulled of the glass pieces and hanged them over his belt underneath the cape. "Please tell me about this plan just once more, I didn't get it all back there", he told Tylen when he came up next to him.

[tyjet3]

Daric jogged along with most of the group. Vallery had fallen behind but was now back with them. "Please tell me about this plan just once more, I didn't get it all back there" Vallery said as he ran back up with the group. "Well, there are going to be direct attacks on the Hlaalu House. We hope to stop these. One of them is an attack on a ship. We hope to board the ship and prevent the siege from happening. We were going to be in disiguises, but there is no point. They will just think we are commoners asking for a ride anyway."

The group was now at the entrance of Suran. It's architecture breathed Hlaalu. The town it's self was very quiet. It was still quite early in the day. Judging by the sky, it was about 5am. The sun would rise soon. Orc guards walked around the town dressed in Hlaalu armour. One glared at the group and then continued it's pacing.

The team was very lucky, a boat had just finished droping it's cargo... slaves. Daric took a personally offense to slavery. Before he was adopted by the Imperial Cult, he lived in an orphanage. He had been great friends with this argonian named Han-Tulm. Daric had always called him Han. Daric had learned his first spell from Han. Han had always told him to cast that spell if he was ever in pain... Daric cared for him a lot. Han was killed a few days before he left the orphange, for trying to escape. Daric has hated slavery ever since. It disgusts him. seeing these slaves just fed fuel to the fire. Daric looked away as the slaves walked by, chained together by bracers.

[Eiade]

A few guards glared at the party, but some recognized Tylen from when he had trained them, and the guards and Tylen acknowledged eachother by a nod or a wave.

 

The party walked to the dock and found the slave skimmer, and asked a guard to point out the captian of the small ship. He pointed to a Redguard man, who was on the dock being handed a bag of gold by a Dunmer slave trader for allowing him to use his ship as slave transport. When he was walking back to the ship counting his gold, Tylen flagged him.

 

"Excuse me Redguard," he said politely. "Would you be willing to take us swiftly to a place near Hla Oad? I know you just got done with a shipment, but we're willing to pay you generously."

 

The man looked at Tylen with a side glance, and sighed.

 

"Okay," said the captain. "Instead of the normal 17 septims, for transport to Hla Oad, I want 50." The price was quite high, but even higher was the party's need to get to that Hlaalu shipment. They split the price up between the six of them, and they boarded the skimmer. The captain's name was Waylas, and his first mate was his wife, also Redguard, by the name of Jaline. They had been sailors for years.

 

The party boarded the boat, which was the perfect size for how many people were on it. Everyone either sat on benches built right into the floor, or they stood on the sides or at the front. Tylen leaned against the cabin in the back, having been on ships many times, most all of them having been guard jobs. Waylas and Jaline worked quickly and efficiently together, and in about 10 minutes the boat was parting with the dock. The skimmer caught the wind in its sails and moved quickly through the water. They were off.

[FlightlessBird]

The sun was rising now and the party seemed quite content with the boat. Isaac could tell Daric was most displeased by the captains occupation, and he understood why. Isaac opened his journal, glanced at it for a minute then let out a sigh. He knew this was more important than his research but he had been anticipating his research for many days now. Alas, he put the journal away to cheer himself up and stood up to look over the railing.

***

The sun began to beat down on Isaac, but there was no shelter from its rays but under the deck of the ship. Isaac contemplated ways to cool himself off. He saw a bucket by the edge of the cabin wall. He walked over and signaled the captain.

"Excuse me Captain, but is this bucket in use?" Isaac asked.

"No." The captain replied bluntly.

"May I use it?" Isaac asked. The Captain was oviously used to his passengers keeping their silence on the trip because the look frustrated with answering Isaacs simple questions.

"Yar, but dont loose it. *unintellegable mubleing*"

"My gratitude." Isaac finished. He picked up the bucket and brought it too the side of the ship. Slowly, the bucket gained a very dim white aura, almost unseeable in the daylight, and moved towards the water below, finally stopping when it hit. Water poured into it, and Isaac strugled with the new weight. He brought it up and placed it on the ground. He splashed some on his face, and seemed very happy with the cool refreshment.