Legacy of the Daedra

[thanateros]

Setting:Island of Vvardenfell, District of Morrowind, Suran

Time: Just before dusk

 

Description

Rumors, for several days now, have been pouring out of Suran like the ever flowing Odai River. The gem of Hlaalu has become enshrouded by ill effect and many are weary that a Great House war is brewing on the island.

 

What you know is this, via couriers and merchants that make their rounds through Suran. Several days ago a typical slave trade troupe was brutally murdered along the trail between Suran and Vos. The Telvanni, enflamed by rage, have accused the Hlaalu of murdering the slaves and then committing suicide to mask their crimes. Telvanni believe that Hlaalu wants the Empire to aid in the investigation efforts, eventually bringing to an end the Telvanni Land campaign to establish new settlements outside the decree of the Imperials.

 

Hlaalu has firmly denied all the accusations and stood firm saying that the attacks came from a nearby Daedric Cult known in the region as the Crescent Veil.

 

Adventurers from nearby areas, including Molag Mar, Pelagaid, and even several elite ordinators from Vivec have arrived in the city, being offered a substantial reward for uncovering the foes behind the murders and quashing the Telvanni agression. Though nothing yet has happened to any Hlaalu, clearly they have increased security in their cities. An ordinance released Balmora has forbidden any merchants to travel the the Grazelands and is not receiving any shipments from Telvanni owned or opperated sites.

 

The temple has released a statement indicating they will "lend their support" against any proof of foul play among the two Houses. The Empires' stance is to "enforce the law of the Empire in all its occupancies"; they have a patrol into Suran to strengthen the guard and security efforts being executed by Hlaalu.

 

"The Empire and the Great House Hlaalu share like terms," stated a representative of the Empire, "therefore, it shall be decreed that our affiliation shall remain loyal to the profitability of our relationship."

 

A dark cloud is hovering over Vvardenfell, and now tensions are running high. War is beginning to be whispered among the uneasy populace, and several Imperial colonists have already left the Island for Mournhold and Cyrodiil.

 

Alright, that's it for now, you are all on your own, the only certain thing is that you are in Suran answering the call of promised fortune by Slijhkin Andrano, a Hlaalu Counselor (I'm not going to be using game names). Best of luck (cause you're gonna need it).

[Ashjam]

Nispel walked through the city, seemingly admiring the buidings but at the same time she tried to make a manetal map of the place. Also, she was looking for a place to stay the night, some inn of some sorts. Then she could also check some rumours...

"Well, this looks like a nice place" she said to herself', and she walked into the inn. She ordered a drink, and settled in a corner, watching the people who were already there, and also newcomers. you never know what, or who might show up...

 

OOC: cant remember some inn in Suran right now, but she is NOT the "red light district" :lol:

[Sol'Kanar]

IC:

 

Brock strode quickly into Suran, not wanting to be caught outside when night fell. Fell creatures and brigands roamed Vvardenfell these days, and it was wise to be cautious. Besides, keeping his mind on his pace allowed him to forget the foul deeds he'd had to commit for the thieves guild. At least it kept the money coming. Brock peered in his money pouch, and counted it quickly. Two-hundred-fifty gold. Not bad, but could be better. If what he'd been told was true, his fortunes would soon change. Spotting a youth offering maps of the town to visiters, he prompty paid the 5 gold fee and searched the map for a suitable place to stay. Not in the mood for the "house of earthly delights," Brock set off for the Suran tradehouse. Already sore from his walk, Brock was relieved when he could finally take a seat at the bar. Shaking his head to indicate he didn't need liquor, he placed 5 gold coins on the bar table, and inquired, "I'm looking for a Slijhkin Andrano." (I'm glad I dont have to know how to say that name).

[thanateros]

The Inn is rather busy, you might doubt being able to find a place to stay with all of the travelers and adventurers in the city right now. To your suprise most of the adventurers here look to be well traveled and experienced in your eyes (remember you are all lvl 1). Few even brandishing several pieces of glass and Daedric equipment. Oddly enough you can tell several Nords, obviously hailing from Thirsk are chanting pub songs and clanking their mead mugs together with a hearty and friendly force, spilling some of the contents on the ground.

 

Several others have taken to your presence and look at you, turning away and whispering in the ears' of a companion who then turns around and looks at you nonthreateningly.

 

The two bartenders scamble behind the counter to fill the orders of the impatient customers. Keg flowing and never plugged there is a constant stream of ale flowing from within the wooden barrel.

 

After having examined the crowrd for several moments you can tell this is a rather upscale establishment. The building is constructed in the style of the Hlaalu retainers but is furnished much like an Imperial tavern. Softly lit but not such as to make the atmosphere dim, the walls are accented by various tapestries and knick knacks.

 

A rather burly looking Nord, obviously ontoxicated flops his one free hand on the table and slams the other down with a mug in hand where Nispel is seated. "Don't 'spose yuuu r gunna bee gettin taht rewarde eh m'lahdi? Mi ur (hiccups) ae smill une."

 

His eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses at the head of the table, making a loud thud on the wood floor. Several of the nearby drinkers look at him and laugh while pointing. Over at the bar one of the bartenders looks over and shakes his head, clearly you can tell he's thinking when is this calamity gonna end?

Looking at Brock he offers, "I don't 'spose you could get them all reckless'ins outta here in formal order could'ja? I'd give you and whoever helps ya, couase you're gonna need it, free room and meal for week. Why you wonder, am I a askin' u? Well unlike musta dem you aren't drunk." Apparenlty disregarding your question.

 

Remember to try not to do OOC's, Ash you're fine since it relates to the game but just keep in mind not to post OT OOC's, if you post it then I'll interpret it as something your character thinks and if it's OT then I'm gonna hover over your posts like a hawk. Sol, I posted right after you had and didn't see it, I'll try and keep that from happening but sometimes it just does so please bear with me.

[Sol'Kanar]

Brock nods quickly, and jumps onto a bar table, bashing his mace against his buckler lightly to get everyones attention.

 

"The House of earthly delights is offering free dances and drink to the first 50 customers tonight! What's everyone waiting for?"

 

He rushes out the door as if to be the first one in line, and hides around the corner for the inevitable tide of customers to rush to Suran's other 'inn.'

[Peregrine]

"Ah, its good to be back," Alenee thinks with relief as she gets off the silt strider. A week of travel has left her eager to find even the slightest traces of civilization. Recalling the layout of the city from her previous trips, Alenee walks off in the direction of the Hlaalu council's buildings. On the way, she notices the unusually large number of adventurers and mercenaries, many carrying obvious weapons. "Well isn't this a nice disaster waiting to happen," she whispers to herself, pulling her cloak a bit closer to conceal her own equipment. To an outside observer, she looks little different from the many others here to test their luck in search of fortune. Despite the battered appearance of her equipment and apparent youth, she seems quietly confident in herself, even around the more threatening mercenaries.

 

Arriving at the Hlaalu manor, she knocks several times on the front door, then awaits a response.

[Ashjam]

Amused to see a LOT of the crowd leaving, Nispel smiles. As (if ?) Brock comes back , she nods friendly to him and says " Nice touch there, stranger. Mind if I offer you a drink ?"

[thanateros]

Addressing Alenee

As you cover youself several of the passing travelers greet you warmly, "Welcome to Suran, we're here on common purpose, wouldn't you like to travel with us?" Others mock your attempt to conceal youself, who are greeted with tongue lashings from those who are clearly more honorable and gentlemen like. Several Nord women give you odd looks as they pass you, clearly jealous of the attention you're getting from the men, attention they'd rather have be directed at them.

 

You arrive the Counselor Andrano's Manor, a rather extravagent looking tower in the simple style of the Hlaalu Architecture on a hill beneath a mountain that shadows Suran. Several guards watch you intensely as you march up to the manor door. Two are standing nearby, hands on their sword hilts.

 

After knocking on the door you hear some movement from behind the door. At eye level a sliding panel slides open, two distinctly red-orange Dumner eyes stare at you.

 

Speaking in a soft, mellow, comforting and soothing voice that could tame a Mating Kagouti he lulls your attention and draws you into every word, almost suducing you, "I've not seen your face around here, though I wish I was able to more of you at the moment. I take it you are here none other than to see Lord Andrano on business? Yes well, his lordship is mealing at the moment and would like to retain the evening to hisself. Perhaps you and I could get to know each other however."

 

**Despite his obvious intentions his voice convinces you to abide to his offer**

 

Opening the door and waving off the guards, who have made their way closer to you he unlocks the door and stands before you drapped in majestic yet simple clothes. Something inviting seems to fill the air around him, a very curious figure indeed.

 

Extending his hand he practically sings in poetic form, "Ah such beauty. One who is you is not worthy to walk even the streets of this perfect city."

 

Addressing Brock and Nispel

Though it takes several attempts screaming at the top of your lungs all at once the audience that is the crowd looks at you, as though the greatest thing immaginable has just been felled unto them. Without second thinking 4/5 of the patrons in the Inn pour out in non-orderly fashion, clearly headed in the direction of the House of Earthly Delights. Most of them singing drinking songs and praising whatever their god may be for such a heavenly gift the streets resume to settle to their normal state. Several of the citizens peer out their windows, yelling at the drunkards to pipe down because of how they're disturbing their meals.

 

Once back in the tavern only about 5 remain, either passed out or enjoying a quiet meal. A large Nord is snorring on the floor, at the head of a table where a woman sits, his mead in a puddle next to him.

 

"Me Mi Me, praise be unto thee!!! You have'est done them gone!!! As promised, meal and room for a week, and to any who accompany you. Any friend of yours must be like tempermented, and therefore considerable'good," he continues, but slurrs his words together such you can't understand them.

 

He turns around and leaves, but comes back out several moments later with a plate, on it is a steaming something or other, you don't know what it is but it certainly smells good.

[Sol'Kanar]

Re-entering the inn in the wake of the crowd's departure, Brock replies to nispel, "Quite alright, thank you. I'd rather have my wits about me, although if you'd like to talk that's a different thing entirely."

 

As the barkeep delivers on his promise, he addresses him, "Another for this young lady, as well. And... what of Slijhkin Andrano? Where does he live, and what rumors surround him?"

[thanateros]

Addressing Brock

"Andrano lives up in the large Hlaalu manor on the hill, just beneath the mountain. I wouldn't venture up there this evening though, rumor has it he's not 'cpeting anione. Uf I wuz u Id set here for the 'ning and wait 'til 'morrow to see what ée onts."

 

He returns to the bar and starts gathering the mugs and throws them into a large bin and takes them back to the kitchen. The other bartender comes out and starts mopping the floor. The Tavern is beginning to smell of ale all over, its presence hovering in the air as a thick vapour.