The walk to the Bastion seemed a long one. Out of the Waterfront, through the Temple District, across the Green Emperor Way and through the Market District. Astarill found it difficult to decide which annoyed him more; the filthy weather, the overzealous guards wasting his time if not theirs, or simply the Imperial City in general. Probably the city. Nothing good ever came from it, as far as he was concerned.
He followed the Watch Captain’s lead and ignored the looks they might get from passers-by. He kept his silence for the duration of the journey while he occasionally glanced up at rooftops, down into alleys and behind him. He was convinced the Dark Brotherhood wouldn’t try anything while he was in the company of guards, and he was quite certain they wouldn’t kill him on sight without making sure he had whatever they were after first, but one could never know. If they were as zealous as the city’s guards, they might just get carried away by their enthusiasm and do something silly. Gods know the world was filled with silly people.
When the party of guards and their captives reached the prison, the Watch Captain ordered another guard to take Astarill’s sword and backpack. The Altmer narrowed his eyes and pressed his mouth into a thin, colourless line, but he complied nonetheless. He took his backpack off his shoulder and handed it over, before he detached his scabbard from his belt.
“I’ll be wanting this back in the exact same state I left it in,” Astarill growled, as if it wasn’t obvious already, and pushed the sword into the guard’s hands. He then resigned himself to be taken away to a cell while things were being sorted out.
(((OOC: I skipped some time here. I hope that everyone can work with that. If not, let me know and I’ll gladly edit.)))
He followed the Watch Captain’s lead and ignored the looks they might get from passers-by. He kept his silence for the duration of the journey while he occasionally glanced up at rooftops, down into alleys and behind him. He was convinced the Dark Brotherhood wouldn’t try anything while he was in the company of guards, and he was quite certain they wouldn’t kill him on sight without making sure he had whatever they were after first, but one could never know. If they were as zealous as the city’s guards, they might just get carried away by their enthusiasm and do something silly. Gods know the world was filled with silly people.
When the party of guards and their captives reached the prison, the Watch Captain ordered another guard to take Astarill’s sword and backpack. The Altmer narrowed his eyes and pressed his mouth into a thin, colourless line, but he complied nonetheless. He took his backpack off his shoulder and handed it over, before he detached his scabbard from his belt.
“I’ll be wanting this back in the exact same state I left it in,” Astarill growled, as if it wasn’t obvious already, and pushed the sword into the guard’s hands. He then resigned himself to be taken away to a cell while things were being sorted out.
(((OOC: I skipped some time here. I hope that everyone can work with that. If not, let me know and I’ll gladly edit.)))
With her bag clutched to her chest and a look dripping with a mixture of annoyance and pity, Dust followed the misguided guards, grumbling inside. She had no doubt who was behind there sudden 'criminal tendencies' - she would have to speak to Astarill alone, as soon as she could. Shouldn't be difficult in prison, if we have the same cell…
Dust narrowed her eyes as her bag was confiscated - dammit, my potions, my herbs! - but grudgingly let it be taken before moving along to settle in a cell, next to Astarill's.
She bit her lip, staring out of the cell bars. She had to let Astarill know that the woman who'd sent them here was Dark Brotherhood, but with the guards around…
"Astarill!" Dust spoke, hopefully loud enough for the Altmer on the other side of the stone wall to hear. "The seasick woman is a friend of Miles Gaurrus!"
Dust narrowed her eyes as her bag was confiscated - dammit, my potions, my herbs! - but grudgingly let it be taken before moving along to settle in a cell, next to Astarill's.
She bit her lip, staring out of the cell bars. She had to let Astarill know that the woman who'd sent them here was Dark Brotherhood, but with the guards around…
"Astarill!" Dust spoke, hopefully loud enough for the Altmer on the other side of the stone wall to hear. "The seasick woman is a friend of Miles Gaurrus!"
Ath snorts softly and shakes his head but would give up his bow willingly, his sword still at the weapons shop for the time, and he would give up the other items that they wanted. Ath then glanced to the guards. "No need for chains, i can walk without running you know, i am a big boy." Voice was condescending to say the least. Ath would fall in behind the other two, his arms crossed over his chest as he walked in silent contemplation.
Once they got the prison he would be put in the cell right across from the other two and Ath glanced around. "Well, this is cozy isn't it. A nice homey cell." A chuckle played from his lips before he watched the guard leave out of the cell block and close the door. The bosmer would turn to his cell door and walked to it putting arms through the bars and over at the lock to touch and feel it. He had the lock pick but the question was would it be better to pick the locks and the three escape or wait until they got cleared.
Once they got the prison he would be put in the cell right across from the other two and Ath glanced around. "Well, this is cozy isn't it. A nice homey cell." A chuckle played from his lips before he watched the guard leave out of the cell block and close the door. The bosmer would turn to his cell door and walked to it putting arms through the bars and over at the lock to touch and feel it. He had the lock pick but the question was would it be better to pick the locks and the three escape or wait until they got cleared.
“I don’t see what you’re talking about,” peeped the Bosmer trader while rummaging through his account book. He briefly looked up and grimaced annoyingly at the puddle around the newcomer’s feet. “Thoronir is nothing but a humble merchant whom only wishes to offer to his customers the best prices in town.”
Dakari sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “…don’t you also usually claim you know the right persons?” she asked with a tilt of her head. In answer, the Bosmer flushed and swallowed a few time. “I don’t care about the way you lead your business,” Dak added with a shrug, “but those rights persons of yours could help me with an issue I have.”
“It…depends of the issue” squeaked Thoronir in the tiniest quiver of a voice.
She stared at him without blinking. “I need to find someone. As fast as possible. And its identity is nothing of your concern.”
The Bosmer kneaded his ears for a while then smiled nervously. “I see. Well…maybe they’ll be able to help you then. As long as you can afford their services. Meet me at The Merchants Inn tonight. I’ll lead you to them.”
Dakari suppressed a wince. Waiting until tonight would negate her lead. “…I hope it will be worth my time,” she said grimly. “For both of us sake, I really do.”
Dakari sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “…don’t you also usually claim you know the right persons?” she asked with a tilt of her head. In answer, the Bosmer flushed and swallowed a few time. “I don’t care about the way you lead your business,” Dak added with a shrug, “but those rights persons of yours could help me with an issue I have.”
“It…depends of the issue” squeaked Thoronir in the tiniest quiver of a voice.
She stared at him without blinking. “I need to find someone. As fast as possible. And its identity is nothing of your concern.”
The Bosmer kneaded his ears for a while then smiled nervously. “I see. Well…maybe they’ll be able to help you then. As long as you can afford their services. Meet me at The Merchants Inn tonight. I’ll lead you to them.”
Dakari suppressed a wince. Waiting until tonight would negate her lead. “…I hope it will be worth my time,” she said grimly. “For both of us sake, I really do.”
Astarill turned away from the bars of his cell and had a look around. He had been in worse places. The stones and the air might be damp, but it was still drier than the current weather. The cell was maybe fifteen feet in depth and a bit less than ten feet wide. A strip of daylight came from a narrow window with grating near the ceiling, well beyond his reach. Something that appeared to be fabricated from old sacks, stitched together and filled with straw, made a damp and mouldy bed. All in all, it seemed quite pleasant.
He turned back to the bars when he heard Dust call his name from the cell next to his, and frowned when she had delivered her cryptic message.
He scoffed. “Oh, he has ‘friends’ now, has he?” he said, before he remembered Dust’s connection to the person in question. He could have added “No offense,” after his remark, but he would have failed to sound sincere. If he had truly cared to prevent sounding potentially offensive, he wouldn’t have opened his mouth at all, and the truth was that he had meant to sound every bit as derisive as he had.
He got Dust’s message, regardless. So the Imperial woman with her seasickness and her unhealthy tendency to refer to birds at every opportunity was a member of the Dark Brotherhood as well. He would very much like to think this solved his problem, would like to hope the Brotherhood would now be informed of the fact that he was not the one who did whatever they wanted Lorundil for, but things were rarely that convenient.
“I’m not feeling particularly optimistic. Do you?” he asked of Dust while he frowned and narrowed his eyes at what Ath was doing with the lock in the cell opposite of him.
He turned back to the bars when he heard Dust call his name from the cell next to his, and frowned when she had delivered her cryptic message.
He scoffed. “Oh, he has ‘friends’ now, has he?” he said, before he remembered Dust’s connection to the person in question. He could have added “No offense,” after his remark, but he would have failed to sound sincere. If he had truly cared to prevent sounding potentially offensive, he wouldn’t have opened his mouth at all, and the truth was that he had meant to sound every bit as derisive as he had.
He got Dust’s message, regardless. So the Imperial woman with her seasickness and her unhealthy tendency to refer to birds at every opportunity was a member of the Dark Brotherhood as well. He would very much like to think this solved his problem, would like to hope the Brotherhood would now be informed of the fact that he was not the one who did whatever they wanted Lorundil for, but things were rarely that convenient.
“I’m not feeling particularly optimistic. Do you?” he asked of Dust while he frowned and narrowed his eyes at what Ath was doing with the lock in the cell opposite of him.
Dust sighed, glancing at the dim stream of light the lonely, barred window above her provided before moving to sit on the bedroll. She grimaced as something could be seen twitching under the cloth - mites, no doubt. The floor would do. She growled, sitting on the cold stone, back to the wall. She frowned when she heard Astarill's voice, suppressing a wince at his sarcasm. Well, he has every right to be, after everything. It still hurt, though. Yes, the so called 'Miles' had friends, and lovers, both of which she'd been. She sighed, burying her face in the relative warmth of her lap as she huddled against the wall.
I really hate prisons.
Dust lifted her head slightly as she caught Astarill's voice again. "Not particularly, no. I guess there's not much to do but wait and see what happens." She glanced around with a sigh before her gaze settled on Ath, who seemed to be examining his lock.
I really hate prisons.
Dust lifted her head slightly as she caught Astarill's voice again. "Not particularly, no. I guess there's not much to do but wait and see what happens." She glanced around with a sigh before her gaze settled on Ath, who seemed to be examining his lock.
Ath wasn't really listening to the others at the moment. After he finished checking out the lock upon his cell he would stand up and glance about. He didn't see the guards about, which was good, and he would pull out the hidden lock pic then glance to the others before kneeling again. Ath would then speak. "We have a choice. I can pic these locks and we can escape, the guild will take care of the fines and any trouble that results from it when the guards find out were gone. And i will make sure that everything is cleared for you two, you have my word, or we can wait till were cleared through the regular channels." He looked from one to the other.
"Or we can wait here till were cleared and then go to the waterfront district but you two need to make up your minds quickly." All in all, his next actions were dependent upon what the two of them decided they wanted to do. Oh he could guess to an extent what they might want to do but that didn't mean they would do it. Ath kept watch on the door in case the guards decided to come back to check on them at some point. As he waited for them to decide he would twirl the lock pic between fingers. "I can also get our gear back out of the chest that holds them should you decided the first course, it should be near as well" he murmured.
"Or we can wait here till were cleared and then go to the waterfront district but you two need to make up your minds quickly." All in all, his next actions were dependent upon what the two of them decided they wanted to do. Oh he could guess to an extent what they might want to do but that didn't mean they would do it. Ath kept watch on the door in case the guards decided to come back to check on them at some point. As he waited for them to decide he would twirl the lock pic between fingers. "I can also get our gear back out of the chest that holds them should you decided the first course, it should be near as well" he murmured.
The rain finally stopped to fall shortly after Dak left Thoronir’s shop. Slowly, the return of the sun brought back into the streets a noisy, moving crowd, made of all kinds of people and races from throughout Tamriel. This, Dak thought, was the Market District in its full regalia, the heart of the City as much as the White Gold Tower. Sellers opened their street stalls and smells of baked bread, roasted meats, fresh ink, flowers, leather and many other exotic perfumes filled the alleys.
Dakari melted into the crowd, keeping a hand on her purse for protecting it against potential footpads. She followed the flow of persons heading to the giant gates of the Elven Gardens District and allowed herself to be swept along with the tide.
There were a lot of things she had to plan for tonight. The money, of course, as Thoronir had “kindly” remained to her, but also her weapons. She didn’t trust the Bosmer, and she was convinced his associate was just the same – even worse, who knew? No mention the streets weren’t exactly safe at night, as Primo Lusius had learnt, and being a woman didn’t make things easier. On the other hand, a woman carrying a bow, a hunting knife and ready to use them was immediately more intimidating.
Even if her father, with whom she was actually living, would have prefered to see her with a new wedding dress rather than with an armor.
Dakari melted into the crowd, keeping a hand on her purse for protecting it against potential footpads. She followed the flow of persons heading to the giant gates of the Elven Gardens District and allowed herself to be swept along with the tide.
There were a lot of things she had to plan for tonight. The money, of course, as Thoronir had “kindly” remained to her, but also her weapons. She didn’t trust the Bosmer, and she was convinced his associate was just the same – even worse, who knew? No mention the streets weren’t exactly safe at night, as Primo Lusius had learnt, and being a woman didn’t make things easier. On the other hand, a woman carrying a bow, a hunting knife and ready to use them was immediately more intimidating.
Even if her father, with whom she was actually living, would have prefered to see her with a new wedding dress rather than with an armor.
Astarill stared through the bars of his cell to the Bosmer in the opposite cell. He scoffed once Ath was done talking, finding it rather difficult to take the word of a thief. He was not about to put his life, his name and the retrieval of his sword and backpack in the hands of this Wood Elf he hardly knew.
“Are you entirely out of your tiny tree?” he hissed through gritted teeth, keeping his voice low. “We need go nowhere until nightfall. Let them waste their time. They’ll let us go soon enough.” He paused, then continued, “Unless of course they’ll find something to hold you for.” He narrowed his eyes. “Will they?”
“Are you entirely out of your tiny tree?” he hissed through gritted teeth, keeping his voice low. “We need go nowhere until nightfall. Let them waste their time. They’ll let us go soon enough.” He paused, then continued, “Unless of course they’ll find something to hold you for.” He narrowed his eyes. “Will they?”
Break out? Dust winced at the thought. She held no love for guards, but didn't want to cross them and make things worse than they already were. She spoke softly, hoping the men's elven ears would help them hear her better. "Look, I'm sure you're eager to go, but it's safer to just - " She trailed off when Astarill scoffed and spoke, barely holding back a smile at the remark about 'tiny trees.' "I have to agree with Astarill. There's no point in causing trouble - better to wait, for now."
Ath looked to them both, naturally he wanted to pick the lock and escape, to get to the bottom of all this but he would nod his head and hide the lock pic once more before sitting back against the stone wall and closing his eyes. A chuckle escaped his lips though at the scoffing of Astarill and his tree comment.
"Ah tiny trees, i so did love my cherry tree." He mused as he wanted a cherry right now. The elf would sit and wait. After what seemed like ages, the door to the cells would open and Lex would walk in with several guards. A sour look was upon the guard captains face as he motioned for the guards to open the doors.
"Your free to go, but i got my eye on you, so take care in my fair city." He growled and watched them. Ath stood up and smiled. "Our gear please." One of the guards would take them to the chest that contained all there gear and Ath would grab his stuff then head out of the prison. By this time it was just about night fall and the bosmer would frown. "We should hurry." He muttters. "No clue what that crazy woman got up to while we were here." he said this more to himself.
If the others agreed with him, he would start off heading to the waterfront district to meet up with the people he needed to see, to see if they even knew where his friend was. It would be full dark by the time they reached the place they needed to be. Ath would take them to the garden of Dareloth and then wait. After a bit Armand Christophe would appear with a torch heading to them, but stop walking upon the sight of Ath. "May shadow hide you." Ath would speak walking to him.
Armand would cast a leary glance to Astarill and Dust before speaking. "Who are they?" Ath glanced to them. "They are with me Armand, we have come for information on the location of Lorundil Gladro, and hoped that you may know as he has gotten himself into some hot water." a grimace appears on the bosmers lips at that.
((OOC: sorry for the wait i wasn't exactly sure, and if you need me to change things in edit i will gladly do that! And feel free to have Armand say or do things in your posts as well!
))
"Ah tiny trees, i so did love my cherry tree." He mused as he wanted a cherry right now. The elf would sit and wait. After what seemed like ages, the door to the cells would open and Lex would walk in with several guards. A sour look was upon the guard captains face as he motioned for the guards to open the doors.
"Your free to go, but i got my eye on you, so take care in my fair city." He growled and watched them. Ath stood up and smiled. "Our gear please." One of the guards would take them to the chest that contained all there gear and Ath would grab his stuff then head out of the prison. By this time it was just about night fall and the bosmer would frown. "We should hurry." He muttters. "No clue what that crazy woman got up to while we were here." he said this more to himself.
If the others agreed with him, he would start off heading to the waterfront district to meet up with the people he needed to see, to see if they even knew where his friend was. It would be full dark by the time they reached the place they needed to be. Ath would take them to the garden of Dareloth and then wait. After a bit Armand Christophe would appear with a torch heading to them, but stop walking upon the sight of Ath. "May shadow hide you." Ath would speak walking to him.
Armand would cast a leary glance to Astarill and Dust before speaking. "Who are they?" Ath glanced to them. "They are with me Armand, we have come for information on the location of Lorundil Gladro, and hoped that you may know as he has gotten himself into some hot water." a grimace appears on the bosmers lips at that.
((OOC: sorry for the wait i wasn't exactly sure, and if you need me to change things in edit i will gladly do that! And feel free to have Armand say or do things in your posts as well!
))
Between her search for the money and her father’s insistence for a tea, the afternoon passed quite fast for Dakari. She eventually managed to gather a decent amount of money, a courtesy of her father after she promised to paint a portrait for one of his customers. When dusk fell, she excused herself, slipped on the infamous dark purple armor of the Brotherhood, covered it with a long, old brown cloak, put her trustful hunting knife at her belt, and an elven bow with a quiver filled with ten steel arrows on her back. After what she left Cidius Sohadin’s home silently.
Thoronir was waiting for her at the Merchants Inn. He jumped down his stool when he saw her stepping in, and grabbed Dak’s arm for leading her outside instead. He let her go quickly when he noticed the way she was looking at him though. “Did you really have to bring a weapon?” he complained while heading for the meeting point. “He’s going to be very upset, you know. It already has been difficult to convince him to come; now you’re bringing a weapon…”
“…I don’t care,” answered Dak. “I’m not here for pleasing your friend.”
The Bosmer was right about his “friend’s” displeasure though. He was waiting for them in a garden, a bulky, blond Nord with a nasty expression on his face and dark clothes. He spat on the ground when he noticed them. Thoronir make an attempt of introduction, but the Nord interrupted him. “First the money,” he growled. Dak threw a purse at his feet. The man picked it up and examined its content with a frown. “It’s not enough,” he protested while making a step in Dak’s direction with a snarl. Throromir let out a squeak.
In answer, Dakari put her hand on the hilt of her knife. “…you’ll have the rest later. Once you’ll bring me the informations I want.”
The Nord stopped and examined her. His eyes fell on her bow, and on the weapon he couldn’t see but guess. After a moment, he nodded. “You’re less a fool than I thought. Alright then, we have a deal. What do you want?”
Dak blinked slowly. “I want a man too bold and stupid for his own good. I want Lorundil Glaro.”
Thoronir was waiting for her at the Merchants Inn. He jumped down his stool when he saw her stepping in, and grabbed Dak’s arm for leading her outside instead. He let her go quickly when he noticed the way she was looking at him though. “Did you really have to bring a weapon?” he complained while heading for the meeting point. “He’s going to be very upset, you know. It already has been difficult to convince him to come; now you’re bringing a weapon…”
“…I don’t care,” answered Dak. “I’m not here for pleasing your friend.”
The Bosmer was right about his “friend’s” displeasure though. He was waiting for them in a garden, a bulky, blond Nord with a nasty expression on his face and dark clothes. He spat on the ground when he noticed them. Thoronir make an attempt of introduction, but the Nord interrupted him. “First the money,” he growled. Dak threw a purse at his feet. The man picked it up and examined its content with a frown. “It’s not enough,” he protested while making a step in Dak’s direction with a snarl. Throromir let out a squeak.
In answer, Dakari put her hand on the hilt of her knife. “…you’ll have the rest later. Once you’ll bring me the informations I want.”
The Nord stopped and examined her. His eyes fell on her bow, and on the weapon he couldn’t see but guess. After a moment, he nodded. “You’re less a fool than I thought. Alright then, we have a deal. What do you want?”
Dak blinked slowly. “I want a man too bold and stupid for his own good. I want Lorundil Glaro.”
Astarill rolled his eyes toward the ceiling at the Bosmer’s remark on cherry trees and sat himself down against the wall at the far end of his cell, gazing up into nothingness while he waited for the guards to make up their minds. When they eventually did and released all three of them along with their belongings, Astarill applied the time he spent following Ath back to the Waterfront to check and double-check if the contents of his backpack were left intact and his sword unscathed. Satisfied that vials were left unopened, papers were not missing, and the leather of his scabbard no more damaged than it already was, he turned his attention to his surroundings to see if there were any signs that they were being followed. Apparently, the Altmer valued the integrity of his spellbook over his continued existence.
Once they reached a shack somewhere in the Waterfront District and met up with the ‘people’ Ath had mentioned, Astarill stayed back a bit.
Armand Christophe nodded in response to Ath’s explanation for their presence here, although he appeared to remain suspicious of the two outsiders. “I’ve heard of that,” he said, “What exactly did he do?”
Astarill looked from the Redguard to Ath and back. He was unsure if he was allowed to speak, but he decided there was no law that obliged him to take into account what a bunch of institutionalized thieves thought, and so he spoke, “He did something to anger the Dark Brotherhood.”
Armand turned his head and regarded the Altmer questioningly. “And what exactly are you? His brother?”
Astarill clenched his jaw. “No. I am the one who’s going to get killed because of him.”
“... Yes,” the Redguard muttered thoughtfully, nodding while he seemed to see the resemblance between the subject of the conversation and the Altmer in front of him. He turned his gaze back to Ath’Vesu. “I’ll tell you what I’ve heard, but not with them here.”
Once they reached a shack somewhere in the Waterfront District and met up with the ‘people’ Ath had mentioned, Astarill stayed back a bit.
Armand Christophe nodded in response to Ath’s explanation for their presence here, although he appeared to remain suspicious of the two outsiders. “I’ve heard of that,” he said, “What exactly did he do?”
Astarill looked from the Redguard to Ath and back. He was unsure if he was allowed to speak, but he decided there was no law that obliged him to take into account what a bunch of institutionalized thieves thought, and so he spoke, “He did something to anger the Dark Brotherhood.”
Armand turned his head and regarded the Altmer questioningly. “And what exactly are you? His brother?”
Astarill clenched his jaw. “No. I am the one who’s going to get killed because of him.”
“... Yes,” the Redguard muttered thoughtfully, nodding while he seemed to see the resemblance between the subject of the conversation and the Altmer in front of him. He turned his gaze back to Ath’Vesu. “I’ll tell you what I’ve heard, but not with them here.”
Dust clutched her bag to her chest as the so-called 'thieves' were at last given their freedom. It was dark by the time they were freed and were waiting - for what, precisely? in the waterfront. The Bosmer seemed to know what he was doing - when a man approached, he greeted him calmly. Shadow hide you.
It was secret and separate from her, something she couldn't fully understand, yet was uncomfortably familiar. She shifted, standing behind Astarill and watching as the Mer and Redguard spoke. Like it is with the Dark Brotherhood, all over again.
They seemed to come to some understanding before Dust and Astarill were dismissed by the Redguard, his piercing gaze focused on them until they strode away. Close enough to still see the faint flicker of the Redguard's torch, but too far away to hear. Dust bit her lip and gazed up at Astarill. "I'm not - entirely sure I trust the Bo - Ath'Vesu. And I don't think it's entirely fair they're excluding you from the conversation when it's rather your life at stake." She glanced over at them, able to see their shadowed forms, but little else.
(OOC: I wasn't sure exactly what Armand would tell Ath, so I figured I'd leave it up to him, including whether or not we even see what is said or only hear it secondhand from Ath. If that's not okay, please tell me! C:)
It was secret and separate from her, something she couldn't fully understand, yet was uncomfortably familiar. She shifted, standing behind Astarill and watching as the Mer and Redguard spoke. Like it is with the Dark Brotherhood, all over again.
They seemed to come to some understanding before Dust and Astarill were dismissed by the Redguard, his piercing gaze focused on them until they strode away. Close enough to still see the faint flicker of the Redguard's torch, but too far away to hear. Dust bit her lip and gazed up at Astarill. "I'm not - entirely sure I trust the Bo - Ath'Vesu. And I don't think it's entirely fair they're excluding you from the conversation when it's rather your life at stake." She glanced over at them, able to see their shadowed forms, but little else.
(OOC: I wasn't sure exactly what Armand would tell Ath, so I figured I'd leave it up to him, including whether or not we even see what is said or only hear it secondhand from Ath. If that's not okay, please tell me! C:)
Ath walked off with Armand after casting a glance back at the other two. He would have preferred the other two hear what the male had to say, but they all had there rules to play by right? After a bit of time Ath came back over to them as Armand walked off into the night. The bosmer crossed his arms over his chest and was frowning.
"Armand says that the rumor is an altmer took up residence in ruins northeast of the city, just out from the imperial prison." He sighed softly. "Though it may not be him at all, then again it could be and probably one of the few places someone would look considering." He rubbed his chin gently then shrugged. "I think its worth the look."
Ath then bit his lower lip chewing on it for just a few brief seconds. "The rumor is as well, that what was stolen from the brotherhood was very important and could make things very difficult for the brotherhood to remain hidden as they do." What that item was he could not say but he knew it must of been something very valuable, and hard to steal which spoke of Lorundils skill, but also said just how big a mark Astarill had on his back for looking like the other.
"Armand says that the rumor is an altmer took up residence in ruins northeast of the city, just out from the imperial prison." He sighed softly. "Though it may not be him at all, then again it could be and probably one of the few places someone would look considering." He rubbed his chin gently then shrugged. "I think its worth the look."
Ath then bit his lower lip chewing on it for just a few brief seconds. "The rumor is as well, that what was stolen from the brotherhood was very important and could make things very difficult for the brotherhood to remain hidden as they do." What that item was he could not say but he knew it must of been something very valuable, and hard to steal which spoke of Lorundils skill, but also said just how big a mark Astarill had on his back for looking like the other.
Dak still wasn’t sure if the Bosmer and his Nord friend were worth the wait and the money. She had no idea where the “thieves” were now, but she was quite sure they weren’t in jail anymore – unless the Bosmer was stupid enough for having some dirty laundry hidden. Which, considering the other thief she was looking for, was very possible. She had to hurry now.
The Nord rubbed his chin with a nasty glint in his eyes. “You’re looking for an Altmer, eh? I think I know the fellow you’re speaking about. He’s hidden himself somewhere, in a place worth a swollen, heavy purse.” In answer, Dakari threw him a another purse, barely missing his face. “Aye, milady. There are ruins northeast of the city, just out from the imperial prison. Last time I heard of Lorundil Glaro, he was heading here.”
“…I hope for you he’s still here,” said Dak with a tilt of her head and no blink of her eyes. “Because if he isn’t, I’ll find you again, and I’ll get my money back. And it will not be pleasant at all.”
“Is that a threat, missy?” spat the men while making a step in her direction. Thoronir turned white and attempted to grab his arm for preventing an accident to happen. Dakari wasn’t impressed though. Or, more exactly, she didn’t care anymore. The man was no more of use for her.
“Consider it a promise,” she answered. Without a look behind, she started running. The ruins weren’t really far, but if the Altmer and his clique already knew, she had no time to lose anymore. The prison was too close of the ruins for her liking.
The Nord rubbed his chin with a nasty glint in his eyes. “You’re looking for an Altmer, eh? I think I know the fellow you’re speaking about. He’s hidden himself somewhere, in a place worth a swollen, heavy purse.” In answer, Dakari threw him a another purse, barely missing his face. “Aye, milady. There are ruins northeast of the city, just out from the imperial prison. Last time I heard of Lorundil Glaro, he was heading here.”
“…I hope for you he’s still here,” said Dak with a tilt of her head and no blink of her eyes. “Because if he isn’t, I’ll find you again, and I’ll get my money back. And it will not be pleasant at all.”
“Is that a threat, missy?” spat the men while making a step in her direction. Thoronir turned white and attempted to grab his arm for preventing an accident to happen. Dakari wasn’t impressed though. Or, more exactly, she didn’t care anymore. The man was no more of use for her.
“Consider it a promise,” she answered. Without a look behind, she started running. The ruins weren’t really far, but if the Altmer and his clique already knew, she had no time to lose anymore. The prison was too close of the ruins for her liking.
Astarill looked briefly at Dust and shrugged. “Trust is hardly required,” he said, and turned his gaze on the waters of Lake Rumare. “And if there’s anything relevant he neglects to tell us, we’ll know sooner or later.”
Possibly while dying in excruciating agony, he added in thought and snorted quietly to himself, finding the idea oddly entertaining. The key was to expect the worst and prepare for it, so that when the first signs of it began to show, you could recognize it in time and try your damnedest to avoid it. And he always expected the worst.
He frowned then, thinking back on what he had said. We will know sooner or later. We? He looked at Dust again, this time with an expression such as one might have while trying to solve a difficult mathematical problem. He opened his mouth to ask why in Oblivion she was even here, but at that moment Ath returned to relate to them what Armand had told him.
Astarill listened, and raised one skeptical eyebrow. What kind of an idiot would hide in a remote place like that, without witnesses, where the Dark Brotherhood could torture him for days without ever getting found out? He was either stark raving mad, or very, very good. Neither was convenient, from Astarill’s perspective.
“I find that unlikely,” he said, a bit sourly. “But if that’s the best your people can come up with, we have little else to go on, haven't we?”
Possibly while dying in excruciating agony, he added in thought and snorted quietly to himself, finding the idea oddly entertaining. The key was to expect the worst and prepare for it, so that when the first signs of it began to show, you could recognize it in time and try your damnedest to avoid it. And he always expected the worst.
He frowned then, thinking back on what he had said. We will know sooner or later. We? He looked at Dust again, this time with an expression such as one might have while trying to solve a difficult mathematical problem. He opened his mouth to ask why in Oblivion she was even here, but at that moment Ath returned to relate to them what Armand had told him.
Astarill listened, and raised one skeptical eyebrow. What kind of an idiot would hide in a remote place like that, without witnesses, where the Dark Brotherhood could torture him for days without ever getting found out? He was either stark raving mad, or very, very good. Neither was convenient, from Astarill’s perspective.
“I find that unlikely,” he said, a bit sourly. “But if that’s the best your people can come up with, we have little else to go on, haven't we?”
Dust nodded as Astarill spoke, giving a quiet, half-hearted laugh. True - trust really didn't factor into this, since they really didn't have much of a choice one way or another. She drifted off for a moment before feeling eyes on her and glancing back at the Altmer who looked at her quizzically She frowned and raised a brow as he was about to speak before they were interrupted by Ath.
"Well - maybe that makes things easier for us. I mean, easier to find someone somewhere remote and isolated than in a crowd, yes?" Dust fiddled with the strap of her bag. And Astarill was right, as he often was - they had nothing else to go on, anyway." She glanced between Ath'vesu and Astarill, biting her lip. "What now?"
"Well - maybe that makes things easier for us. I mean, easier to find someone somewhere remote and isolated than in a crowd, yes?" Dust fiddled with the strap of her bag. And Astarill was right, as he often was - they had nothing else to go on, anyway." She glanced between Ath'vesu and Astarill, biting her lip. "What now?"
(((OOC: Since there hasn’t been word from anyone for 6 days, I’m going to assume me and Quillweave will continue this on our own or declare the RP dead. Unless there’s a reason why there hasn’t been any posting, in which case I apologize thoroughly! Kept my post short and neutral without really going anywhere or introducing new things, in case people still wish to continue.)))
“Now? We make our way to the opposite side of the bloody island,” Astarill grumbled in reply to Dust’s question. “Again,” he added, annoyed.
He briefly pulled up a shoulder to readjust his backpack, then started back to the Temple District and the Green Emperor Way, headed once more for the Imperial Prison. Without an escort of the City Watch this time, though. And this time he kept his eyes on alleys and rooftops almost continuously.
“Now? We make our way to the opposite side of the bloody island,” Astarill grumbled in reply to Dust’s question. “Again,” he added, annoyed.
He briefly pulled up a shoulder to readjust his backpack, then started back to the Temple District and the Green Emperor Way, headed once more for the Imperial Prison. Without an escort of the City Watch this time, though. And this time he kept his eyes on alleys and rooftops almost continuously.
(OOC: I apologize for the delay, I was waithing for Ath's post, but since he aparently can't post anything for the coming week, well, here comes my post)
In the darkness of the night, the bridge leading to the Bastion was far more sinister than it was during the day. The two, huge braziers that lighted the way also casted moving, grotesque shadows on the cobblestones and there were horrible screams coming from the jails. Dakari wondered for a brief moment if the unfortunate prisoner was a friend of the Bosmer – or, for that matter, the Bosmer himself. But she quickly pushed the idea away and ran. Near the prisons’ gates, there was a passage large enough for someone to edge his way into. Dak went along the walls carefully until she noticed a fire camp in the distance, the light coming from the approximate direction of the ruins. A curse escaped her lips. Bandits were using the ruins as a hideout from time to time. Guards (and wannabe adventurers) often “cleaned” the place, but there were always bold or stupid people for pretending it was a safe place. And if that Altmer thief wasn’t stupid…well, her name wasn’t khajiiti. Of the last, she was sure. The first wasn’t difficult to decide either.
Slowly, carefully, Dak followed the path leading to the shore. She knew it well, since painting the ruins in the morning sun had been a pleasure of her before her “death”. It was one of the few places of the island that the City hadn’t totally overwhelmed yet – if you were able to ignore the exit of the sewers near the water. And, from time to time, a fisherman left his boat at the boarding in front of the sewers. Why fishermen were fishing in those waters, Dak wasn’t sure, but maybe it was because of the rumors of gigantic fishes…?
It was one of this boats she was hoping to find. She hated boats, yes, but in this situation, she was willing to forget about this burning – and sickening – hatred. It actually would be an interesting way to kill the thief, if he was unwilling to cooperate: to put him in a boat on the middle of the Rumare, and to wait for a gigantic slaughterfish to devour him. But first she needed a boat. And the gods were looking upon her, because there were two little boats waiting for someone to use them. She would take one, and for the other…she took her knife and cut the rope. It took some time, but eventually, the boat drifted away slowly. After what she climbed carefully on the boat and cut the second rope. Using the only oar she food in the boat, she slowly rowed in direction of the ruins. And puked halway.
In the darkness of the night, the bridge leading to the Bastion was far more sinister than it was during the day. The two, huge braziers that lighted the way also casted moving, grotesque shadows on the cobblestones and there were horrible screams coming from the jails. Dakari wondered for a brief moment if the unfortunate prisoner was a friend of the Bosmer – or, for that matter, the Bosmer himself. But she quickly pushed the idea away and ran. Near the prisons’ gates, there was a passage large enough for someone to edge his way into. Dak went along the walls carefully until she noticed a fire camp in the distance, the light coming from the approximate direction of the ruins. A curse escaped her lips. Bandits were using the ruins as a hideout from time to time. Guards (and wannabe adventurers) often “cleaned” the place, but there were always bold or stupid people for pretending it was a safe place. And if that Altmer thief wasn’t stupid…well, her name wasn’t khajiiti. Of the last, she was sure. The first wasn’t difficult to decide either.
Slowly, carefully, Dak followed the path leading to the shore. She knew it well, since painting the ruins in the morning sun had been a pleasure of her before her “death”. It was one of the few places of the island that the City hadn’t totally overwhelmed yet – if you were able to ignore the exit of the sewers near the water. And, from time to time, a fisherman left his boat at the boarding in front of the sewers. Why fishermen were fishing in those waters, Dak wasn’t sure, but maybe it was because of the rumors of gigantic fishes…?
It was one of this boats she was hoping to find. She hated boats, yes, but in this situation, she was willing to forget about this burning – and sickening – hatred. It actually would be an interesting way to kill the thief, if he was unwilling to cooperate: to put him in a boat on the middle of the Rumare, and to wait for a gigantic slaughterfish to devour him. But first she needed a boat. And the gods were looking upon her, because there were two little boats waiting for someone to use them. She would take one, and for the other…she took her knife and cut the rope. It took some time, but eventually, the boat drifted away slowly. After what she climbed carefully on the boat and cut the second rope. Using the only oar she food in the boat, she slowly rowed in direction of the ruins. And puked halway.
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