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[Lestat De'vire]

Upon the balcony Dante is unhappy, he's sat for hours waiting for his target and still he has not shown, he reaches into his cloak to check the writ once more. It is wet, the ink smudged acros the parchment and what looked an hour ago like the stinking barfly tavern could actually have read the twinkleing stirfry takeaway. tucking the writ back into his robe he looks out of the window at the bosmer fast food joint across the street. So thats where the target is? Dante walks to the door. It flys open knocking him off his feet, as a man that looks like he slept the night in the gutter barges in and shouts for a drink. His temper finally snapping he leaps to his feet and draws his dagger determined to make the Native pay, then stops through the open doorway he can see the target exiting the bosmer takeaway, cursing Dante leaves the bar and follows close behind.

[Evil shadow beast]

A 16 year old boy walks in he has short straghit hair that is black he is wearing a black tanktop black baggypants and black halffinger gloves and black leather boots and a red torn up cape that covers the bottom of his neck to the halfway mark on his nose he says the morag tong will pay then unsethes his sword.

 

 

 

Name nightmare

Race imperieal

Class Swordsmen

Age 16

Wepaon greatsword

[CrazyGilbert]

Right after nightmare walked through the door an imperial officer obviously of high rank because of the insignia on his armour and his cape. The imperial found an abandoned table near the door that had a chair near it so he walked over to the chair and sat in it. he eyed nightmare suspiciously.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Gilbert Deltian

 

Age: 25 years old

 

Race: Imperial legion officer

 

Rank: General of fort sleetmoth in cyrodiil

 

Birthplace: cyrodiil city

 

Appearance: has short redish hair (imperial style) and wears imperial steel armour at all times but to show his high rank he wears a red cape. he is very tall for an imperial

 

weopons: imperial broadsword and hidden dagger strapped in left boot (is left handed)

[caldera_modshop]

Torquemada, who has been sat in the corner for a few minutes, sees the man's sword and reacts. Only being a 19 year old Balmora U student, and amateur arena fighter, he knows that he doesn't stand a chance, even though he is a good swordsman. He picks up the chair next to him and throws it at the assassin, striking him firmly in the back, the chair shattering.

 

INTRODUCTION: here

[CrazyGilbert]

Deltian who had been about to react to nightmare pulling out his sword, he unsheathes his broadsword from his back then Deltian pointed his sword at Torquemada and barks out: drop the broken chair and put your hands up now! the one in the cape move back emmideatly

[caldera_modshop]

Throwing the shattered chairleg remnants away behind him, he puts his hands behind his head, temporarily using one to push the sword down away from his nose...

[CrazyGilbert]

Deltian puts the sword back to where it was before Torquemada pushed it down

 

you, sit over there, *deltian points to the back of the bar near a table* keep your hands up while walking

[caldera_modshop]

Reaching into his pocket, Torquemada unsheathes a small kearne, using it to cut a slither of cloth from the sleeve of his robe. He then drinks up a potion and disappears, nowhere to be found

 

(Divine Intervention)

[CrazyGilbert]

hah, the idiot tries to get away from a legionare by going to a legion fort *deltian usies a scroll to get to the exact place torqmada was 20 seconds ago*

[caldera_modshop]

At the fort, none of the soldiers know what the legionnaire is talking about.

 

"What Dark Elf?" they say. "No Dark Elf's been through here!"

 

Little do they know that whilst they all, including the commander, were searching the fort, the closest Imperial Shrine was on the street corner down the road, where monks were healing the poor and the sick.

 

By the time they realise this (which is never cause Imperial's are dumb), Torquemada is long gone.