A little way outside Kvatch, in a ruined abbey of some grandeur, the Altmer mage Esquisite has found her laboratory a similar collection point. She has not chosen this. She is by nature a loner and extremely arrogant but like it or not fate has chosen her and she must help such magic users who come her way and of course any others who end up there by chance.

Once you have made your first post please interact with others who join up until you are advised of your departure time to the front. This will not be for a day or two as each leader will want to teleport a group rather than individuals. Teleporting forces one by one could be too dangerous. Who knows what they will be facing? If you are there alone, have a look round and describe (as you see it) the tavern, the abbey ruin or the mountain scenery.

The story picks up from where it was left in the original thread.

An hour had nearly passed, the shadows of the ruins imperceptibly changing their size. Then the near-silence was broken by the footsteps of someone approaching. They were casual footsteps, not those of someone trying to sneak around. This person approached, and then stopped. Fadril sighed softly to get their attention.

A man walked to where he could see Fadril. "Greetings traveler I am Trebbits of Kaldravndal. Might I ask if you are just passing through or have come to meet with the great Esquisite?"

Fadril opened his eyes and stood. "I am Fadril Indala, honorable swordsman of House Redoran. I seek to join the group that will travel to Cryodiil. I was told I could meet this group here." The other man wore simple, earth-colored clothing under a cloak.

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Fadril of Kragenmoor followed Trebbits of Kaldravndal through a few crumbling stone hallways. At one point, Trebbits' foot passed directly through a shattered stone. This was very alarming. Fadril thought it meant that either Trebbits or the stone was an illusion of magic. This was tested easily enough by Fadril, who found that his own Chitin-clad foot also passed through.

They came upon a decently-sized room, and Fadril dropped into a crouch, his hand jumping to the hilt of his katana. There were two atronachs standing in front of a group of people. Nobody was moving, so Fadril figured that these were summoned by someone in the group. Then a man who was obviously a wizard shot bolts of flame at one atronach, and a Kajiit threw a dagger at the other.

Fadril leapt at the latter, a flame atronach, and severed its weapon-bearing arm half way between its elbow and shoulder, stepping quickly away to defend from a counter-attack. Which never came, as it was immediately hit and killed by a bottle that contained, judging by the smell, some powerful poison. The other atronach, emitting clouds of wispy gray mist, suffered and fell under a barrage of fire.

A few moments after the melee, Fadril addressed the group: "My name is Fadril Indala. I seek to join you in your journey to Cryodiil."

Trebbits gladly led Fadril back into the Abbey after having taken a moment to relieve himself in a different shadow. Fadril spoke as peacefully as he looked and Trebbits could not help but wonder if this man really had any kind of 'fight' in him. He didn't have to wonder very long though. When they entered the hall that led back toward the chamber in which Trebbits had left Marissa and Semink, they heard some commotion coming from one of the other side chambers. Fadril had quickly moved into position and crouched as he rounded the corner into the room, almost immediately after which he leapt into the fight going on.

Trebbits, being as he was took a bit more time to adjust to the new events and was trying to take in all of what was happening at once. This of course caused him delay in responding to anything which anyone noticing might mistake as hesitation of what to do, when all it really was, was trying to figure out positions and where best he could go to be of service. The trouble was that by the time he figured all this out the fight had come to a close. In the aftermath Trebbits also realized that Semink had indeed been correct once again as Bradas was standing over by one of the fallen atronachs that still had smoke coming off of it's corpse.

Spotting Semink and Marissa near Bradas, Trebbits moved over to stand by them and ask what had happened to bring two atronachs into the chamber, since it was obvious they were not illusions. As he approached the three he knew he heard Fadril introduce himself to everyone else and it was then he fully realized that indeed there had been others in the Abby, seven aside from himself, so eight total had found there way here, with possibly more on their way still. Trebbits continued over to Semink and the others to get the full story.

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*Abbey Summary Post*
Compiled Abbey posts from original thread

Without any major attack magic Marissa was forced to retreat to the other end of the lab. She wished now more than ever she still had some arrows left. She'll have to remember later to get some from the camp up above Semink was quick to attack the atriachs, and tackled one of them. The other was still confused but he would turning on Semink soon. She began forming the yellow strands of magic around her, she finished the paralysis incantation as the 2nd monster was leaping towards Semink. The bolt hit the beast off center, marissa was certainly out of practice. The Atriach was paralized instantly and his momentum continued his jump and he landed againstly a tablecorner. His stiff figure fell againstly the floor hard, and the look of rage frozen on his face. She began pulling together additional strands of magic for a strength buff to Semink. She was sure that her paralysis would wear off quickly.

After enjoying a conversation of wizardry with Bradas in the study, and meeting the healer Marissa, Tiramir rose from his seat to return to his room, as he saw Bradas and Marissa depart for the main laboratory. However, after working on his scrolls in his room for a time, he began to hear a large commotion - the sounds of a battle. The sudden crack of an arcane bolt from the laboratory confirmed his beliefs, and racing through the halls, he found his way to the center room. There, lying on the floor, the carcasses of two Atronachs sat, while to his right, the majority of the heroes were discussing amongst each other, obviously finding out just what had happened. Stepping over the smoldering remains of the Daedra, Tiramir made his way to the group, and joined the debate.

Please see update 5 in the relevant thread

OOC: I wasn't intending for Semink to actually kill one of the atronachs, but no matter. Edit: actually this wasn't the outcome because of update 5.
Please see this thread for an overview: http://forum.gamingsource.net/index.php?sh...58&#entry129158
This was written before update 5, but edited afterwards.

After the atronachs had disappeared and Esquisite had made her speach and disappeared, Semink introduced himself to Fadril.

Semink realised he needed a bow and some arrows, since that would be his best method of fighting when he didn't have the advantage of surprise. A few throwing knives could be quite useful too, especially if poisoned. He had been thinking of going to search for these weapons himself, until Esquisite had reappeared.

To the others, Semink said, "I can't explain what just happened. I'm no expert in teleportation afterall, but if Bradas was caught off guard with all of his magical skills, then I doubt any of us can explain it. I suggest we concentrate first on preparing ourselves for combat; I myself need a bow and arrows. Our efforts may well have defeated those atronachs, but I think some of us need to better prepare ourselves before engaging more atronachs. I suggest most of us have a method of fighting both at range and close combat, although Marissa might be more useful with support spells." [OOC: this is my character's guess, which could be wrong.]

Turning to Shawm, Semink asks if Esquisite could provide him with a bow and arrows and some throwing knives. Then turning back to his companions he says, "Would any of you kindly find me some good poison potions for use against the daedra? I ask simply because it would take me hours to guess at what potions in the chest do what. I intend to use them more in traps or for poisoning weapons than to throw at atronachs like that last one, which I must admit was probably not best used."

OOC: This has been rewritten quite a bit over several edits. If you read it earlier you might want to re-read it. I appologise for doing this, but since I had made the assumption that the atronachs were killed and Esquisite might not be back for a while when first writing this, it needed some corrections to make sense.

It happened all of a sudden.
Darak was loitering with other people in the waiting lounge when the "new guests" arrived.
But, when Esquisite appeared and confronted them, they turned out to be no ordinary people at all. In fact the leader rensembled the creatures Darak had seen in his nightmare just a few hours before.
During the ensuing battle Darak was utterly paralyzed, just as his companions appeared to be. Then both the monster and Esquisite disappeared and that impending immobility wore off... for eveybody except Darak, or so it seemed. Two atronachs had been left behind by their masters and the other adventurers quickly acted against them with every means at their disposal.

But not Darak.
He just stood there, uncertain about what to do, pondering the different options but unable to decide what to do. In the meanwhile, the enemies had been disposed of, but a moment later the atronachs were standing again, unharmed, and disappeared.

Darak was filled with shame. In front of others he could pretend that, for some uncanny reason, the paralysis had lasted longer for him, but he couldn't lie to himself: it was not fear of death or confrontation, but he had lost his combat reflexes.
Decades of imprisonment and idleness had seriously mined his skills and now he was embarking in an adventure that would put him on the edge... not the best situation to face at his present conditions.

Moreover, now they all were without a leader (even if self appointed as Esquisite) and they needed to find one as soon as they could. Darak had to sort out his problems and he would not propose himself for a leadership role: he just hoped one of the others would.

These thoughts were crossing his mind when Esquisite reappeared.

[OOC: I edited this post with some minor changes to fit with the rest. As I previously mentioned, I doubt I will have time to post tomorrow (Wednesday) so if you decide to form groups, feel free to put Darak where you see fit. Just bear in mind that he is not very "social" in this moment of his life, and he is skilled with blades and illusion magic; actually he hasn't shown any of his skills yet... he has his reasons, though ]

<OOC> Sorry for killing the atronach, it's fixed right here </OOC>

Suddenly the Atronach of which he thought it was dead, stood up, undamaged. Then it dissapeared. At the same moment Esquisite reappeared. She held a short speech. The throwing stars she was holding were obviously enchanted.

Bradas sat down, shocked. He noticed how unobservant that was. The atronach could've stood up and killed him, since he didn't keep his guard up anymore. Bradas decided to never turn his back on a creature again, no matter how dead it seemed.

Trebbits came to him and asked him what happened, so Bradas gave a quick explanation about Esquisite, the monster and the two atronachs.
Then he went to another group to get more detailed information.

Apparently they were leaving in two days. But with who to travel? It didn't take him long to think of that. He saw Trebbits talking to others, trying to figure out what happened. Bradas thought he would be a good companion. A different mind, still young. Two different minds, together great ideas could be thought of.

But travelling in groups of two isn't wise. Trebbits and Semink seemed to be "friends" so Semink would be a good idea too. Then he could also help him explaining the poisons.

Four people should be enough, so that last one should just come to him then. One wizard, one bowman, one.... What is Trebbits speciality? It would be smart to ask. And then another person, maybe Trebbits or Semink know someone.

Bradas stood up, and while hoping that Trebbits and Semink would join him, he walked to them, to and explain his ideas of a group.

After hearing Bradas' ideas of forming a group, Semink gave his own thoughts.

"I would gladly travel with you Bradas, since you seem to have plenty of knowledge of the magical arts, and certainly know some powerful offensive magic. May I ask why you studied offensive magic, since I thought you said earlier you preffered to avoid combat? It would be useful to know exactly which schools of magic you are proficient in, and to what extent.
"As for who else should be invited into this group, I am not sure. Darak has as yet not shown what his skills are, apart from startling us with his sword. Fadril clearly has plenty of skill with his blades, and so could be quite useful, but maybe he'd be better off in a separate party with more people capable of close-combat, perhaps with Darak. Marissa could probably then be of most use to their group, if they group themselves so, since close-range fighters are more likely to get hurt. Tirimir I currently know little about. Perhaps we should see who else is about?
"Trebbits, would you please tell us what areas of magic you are skilled in? If you or Bradas know some healing magics it would be useful, since I am sure we would on some occaisions have need of it."

Trebbits listened to the two men while they spoke of the events at hand and of their thoughts on things they should do. As happened to him often, but usually not at the right time, he had a thought, "I know this is not your question to me, but I fear if I don't mention it now it may be forgotten. I didn't have a lot of chance to speak with Fadril but I think that perhaps each group should have a close range, a distant range, a healer, and well, one that can bounce between the various things to be where the need best suits. So I would humbly submit that we get to know a bit more about Fadril and hope for his being a part of our threesome."

Trebbits felt very ill at ease making statements that seemed to come from nowhere in his brain and never liked trying to tell others what was best, simply because it would leave him in the position of being responsible should his thought be wrong. That was something Trebbits always fought and it kept him from being any kind of leader at all. His wandering revelry snapped back to reality on the last thought, "I also think it may be best to choose one among us to lead our chosen party, and my immediate thought is to choose the one that bounces between the three other members, you Semink I see as fit to fight in either close or ranged combat, plus you have senses that work at FAR greater distances then I know mine do which could prove very useful in whatever position we find ourselves, your quick of mind and yet your thoughts are focused and logical, I would choose to follow your commands in the fight ahead if you would lead with them."

Not wanting to give Semink time to respond right away but instead force him to think it over for but a brief second so the logic of it made sense to him even though Trebbits was not at all aware of what the logic would be, Trebbits turned to Bradas, "You Bradas I too would be honored to travel with as a companion. Your obvious skill with ranged magic is a good one and if we combine it with Seminks senses I would bet attacks could be made on things we have yet to see with our own eyes. As for myself I offer the only skill I know I have and that is a gifted ability to enchant things. I would be happy to perform any enchantments on any article you have but would strongly suggest good defensive and good healing enchantments over any other, defensive ones that fill holes you may have in your own skills of defending yourselves or against magic since that is one thing we are sure to face from the hordes."

Trebbits took but a moment to shift his weight as he continued, "I am also fairly skilled with illusion and can assuredly shift the impression we make on some of the creature we are bound to face, BUT I fear that my illusion affects everyone as I have not been able to perfect only targeted illusions. This means if I make our bodies appear to be three feet away from where they actually are each of us will see the other person as the creatures we fight see them and we will see the creatures we fight in the same manner. However us knowing to strike at what appears to be nothing can be advantageous for at least a little while. The last thing I have to offer the group is an enchanted pack which actually allows me to carry an unusually high amount of objects by both making the pack larger inside then out as well as lighter then if it were empty. I could carry for example 60 bottles of potions along with what I already have, so healing potions and such things could be my role."

Trebbits was trying as hard to listen to his own statements as to say them. He was not sure what all he was actually saying as he had once again simply let his brain run away with his tongue and left himself to try and keep up with his own ears. After thinking over what he heard himself saying though he was sure it made sense so he finished up with, "That leaves us seeking one of close range combat and I think Fadril would best serve us in that purpose." His flustered look and out of breath sigh at the end clearly showed to the others and Trebbits was certain they would see it for what it was, relief that what he had let his brain ramble about made sense and that he was glad to be done talking. Trebbits now simply looked back to Semink and Bradas to see if they agreed or if they had other thoughts on the matter that made more sense then his blurted out ones.

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Semink replied, "I am honoured that you should chose me as a leader, however I am not willing to take the role without a unanimous agreement between all members of this party. Whether or not I will prove a worthy leader I cannot say and so do not make your decision on this too quickly, and certainly not before we have a forth member in our party.
"As for who to include as the forth member of our party, my initial thoughts on this would be that perhaps it would be best if we could have a party which could eliminate our enemies before reaching close range, save myself when I attempt a stealthy strike which necessitates reaching a close range. However, I realise that while that would be my choice of tactics in an ideal situation, we may sometimes be surprised ourselves or simply up against too many enemies to defeat before they reach us, thus I think Trebbits is correct in that a close-combat fighter would be of benefit to our party. This decision doesn't lie with me alone though, so I would like to hear Bradas's thoughts on this. Also we must make sure any remaining volunteers are not left in a disadvantaged state because our party had first pick, and of course we still haven't heard Fadril's or any other's comments on which party they would like to join."
Turning to Trebbits, Semink said, "Trebbits, only now have you revealed your skills and possessions which could be of great use. Wouldn't you have been more easily accepted on this mission had you spoken earlier?
"I am, however, glad to have someone with such powers in our party. Assuming Esquisite can supply us with enough equipment, would you be able to fit some extra arrows in your pack in addition to some potions? If I do not have to carry a heavy load of arrows I should be able to sneak more effectively, although having had plenty of heavy farm work recently I would be quite capable of carrying a moderate load when not scouting or fighting. I suggest you don't fill your pack fully with potions and arrows though for several reasons: we do not want to take more than our share of equipment leaving others with less, we shall need plenty of food and water, and we may sometimes come across useful items we wish to take with us.
"If you have time before we leave, would you be able to enchant an amulet or similar with a sanctuary spell of a short duration, or an invisibility spell of unlimited duration (i.e. constant effect)? I don't know if you'll have time for both, so if not make whichever you could do best. As I see it these could be extremely useful: the sanctuary enchantment for a close-range fighter while keeping enemies off the rest of us, or an invisibility enchantment for myself since I suspect there may be little cover to aid in sneaking while in oblivion."
To Bradas: "As seen earlier, you are quite capable of making potions. However, I do not wish to suggest how you prepare for our journey to oblivion, since I am sure you know much better than me what you are capable of."
To both of them, "As for myself, I am unsure what to do. I cannot prepare any magical item of benefit, nor have much skill in crafting armour or weapons or other useful items beyond something quite basic. I could go hunting, but then I wouldn't be able to discuss our party with you, and might not be back till you would have gone. Thus if any of you can suggest what I could do to prepare our party, I will be able to make some use of myself."

After this, before continuing the discussion with Bradas and Trebbits, Semink went to speak to the other adventurers nearby. "Have you decided to form a party yet? We still have a space for another in our party, but since there are only four of you are here, one of our parties must seek for another volunteer if we wish to have a forth member. Thus before inviting any of you to join the party which I am in I will wait for you to decide how to form a party yourselves.

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Trebbits got a faint smile on his face and turned to Bradas, "You see why I would choose to follow him, even saying he would not put himself as our leader he leads us. Humble, and born to lead in every way, he simply does it without even thinking he is. Surely you could agree to that, yes?" Trebbits was fully smiling now as he looked at Bradas. "I should be off to see if I can find some quality amulets in which to enchant what our 'leader' has requested. Do you have anything of specific interest that you would like to have? If they do not have it here perhaps our friend Semink would be able to help us prepare by venturing to Kvatch to purchase, or otherwise aquire, quality rings and amulets, if you speak to him before I do let him know of that."

Trebbits waited for Bradas reply, and as soon as he got it he headed off to look for the various items requested by the two men. As he left the room he nodded briefly to Fadril simply in recognition of his being there. Semink hadn't left time for Trebbits to respond with why he had not told them earlier of his skill and even now he wondered if it was such a good idea. He had not mentioned it for a reason just as he had not mentioned everything he was carrying already. It wasn't distrust at all, but rather self doubt that kept him silent of his own usefulness. He set in his mind to make this clear with Semink if they ever got a moment alone before their adventure began. His mind then wandered off thinking that it sure would be nice to have more then four in our party, as his memories went back over the average maybe, but still fetching looks of Marissa.

Rhyll had sat back through the whole terrifying event, spared the rain of guts by the large table behind which he had croutched. He’d been watching the gathering group and listening to the conversations, practicing the “wisdom” his father had passed on. He'd learned to not enter a situation without knowing what the score was, but this was a bit beyond him.

He'd been on the road, and after a few "adventures", as his dad would have called them, he stopped by a brook. The day had been hot and he felt like cleaning the grime away. As he sat and looked into the running water, it seemed to reach up at him in the most seductive way. Before he could react, he felt as if he'd been grabbed and thrown in, yet landed on his seat in the Esquisite's lab. He thanked his God that he'd landed in shadows, then did his best to get under cover.

After Esquisite’s momentary return, however, he made up his mind to go down and join the fight.

“But who should I take up with”, mumbled Rhyll to himself. No one had said much of substance about themselves, other than how impressed they were with themselves. Stifling some bitter memories and muscling up some courage, Rhyll began to quietly walk out of the shadows. Approaching (so and so) he stopped walking stealthily, slipping easily into an easy, confident gait. A lopsided grin slowly forms on his face as he comes to stand near the small group that is forming.

At this point the one called Semink moved over to that group and inquired them on their plans. Rhyll, seeing this possible openning, stepped up and said, “That was pretty intense, for a second there I thought I’d have to find my way out of here alone. My name is Rhyll Ob’Jhaerlyn and I think I'd like to join you and what ever group is following you. I'm only a beginner when it comes to using my magic, but I'm a fairly good scrapper in pinch." He pats the sword at his side as he adds, "I'm alive and well, 'cuz of this and ..." points at his head, " this, too." Rhyll chuckled to himself a bit as he looked to Semink for a response.

[ooc - edited - is that better?]

(sorry for any misspellings I'm dutch and english isn't my native langage)

Mordred heard a group of people by a abbey and descided to play it safe.
he chameleoned himself just as he did a thousand times and headed to the group.
as he came closer he saw a guy (later knowing it was trebit) walking in to the abbey.
Mordred followd him and listned to the conversation following up
after a while he decided to make his entrance and stopped to sustain his chameleon.
"I'm sorry I overheard your conversation but I would be interested to join your group."
Mordred said to Bradas.
A dark voice said from the shadows. Slowly a dark elve appeared in the middel of the room.
He had a black cloak wrapped around his skinny body and a cap pulled over his head so that you could only see his mouth.

His corner theeth where long but broken and as he spoke a wave of cold air flooded the room.
he took a gulp of a red liqued that was in a glass bottle on his belt, next to his deadric dagger.
"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself I'm Mordred Kaides, and don't be afraid I won't bite." A cold laughter filled the room and mordred displayed his broken theeth "A present from the gaurds in Balmora, how tortured me after my cursed tutor cursed me ,because I found out about his secret, and turned me in to the Imperials"

"You may be wondering where I come from or what qualitys I have exept for the ability to hide myself in open sight. There for I will tell you guys a story, a story of my past." M ordred takes another gulp of the red liqued. "When my tutor betraided me and left me in the prison cursed as I was, I began to discover new skils, witch I first as a redoran noble's son never needed. I began to hear better and overheard the conversations that where held in the nearby mages guild. I begon to learn restoration just by experimenting and easdropping. after a while I discovered that I had developed a natural reflex to chameleon my self everytime the guard came but I couldn't sustain it, so when I tryed my first escape the cought me and broke my theeth. the second time I pickpocketed a guard and found a deadric dagger, just tokken from a corpse, and I murderd all the guard's in a frenzy of pain. since then I've been wandering the lands living of rats and sneaking in to ships after a while i met Arya a dark elve how felt sorry for me and took me in without telling her husband, how was hitting her alot, I helpt her on my turn by healing her. One night my thirst was burning and I couldn't find any rats and Killed Arya in a frenzy of thirst. That was 3 years ago and since then I'm wondering throug the country side trying to find redemption for my actions."

Mordred hopefully reaches out his hand to the group
"So, can I join thee on thou quest?"

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DarkOne: I think this post has served it's purpose, so could you please delete it?

So now Jhaerlyn wanted to join the group. He looked like someone reliable to Bradas, but he still asked Semink about his opinion.


Semink said to Bradas:

"As seen earlier, you are quite capable of making potions. However, I do not wish to suggest how you prepare for our journey to oblivion, since I am sure you know much better than me what you are capable of."

Bradas smiled, as he heared exactly what he wanted to. Somebody organising stuff, but not in an ordering way, he still had his own free will.


A few minutes later, Trebbits said to Bradas:

"I should be off to see if I can find some quality amulets in which to enchant what our 'leader' has requested. Do you have anything of specific interest that you would like to have? If they do not have it here perhaps our friend Semink would be able to help us prepare by venturing to Kvatch to purchase, or otherwise aquire, quality rings and amulets, if you speak to him before I do let him know of that."

I'm going out of the Abbey myself as well, going to get my own supplies, so i don't think i can tell him, but could you get me a ruby? I could put some good use to it, Bradas said.

Rather surprised by the sudden arrival of the two newcomers, Semink was about to introduce himself to both, but then decides better of it. Instead of directing introductions, he simply welcomes Rhyll (to the large group, not his group) and decides to give the newcomers time to properly introduce themselves. [Assume that, if/when Mordred or Rhyll ask who he is, Semink gives a brief introduction of himself based on this].

After the introductions were over, Semink says to Bradas; "While I used rather indirect routes on my way to first finding this place, I still don't think I could reach Kvatch and return within a day on foot. Thus if you would like me to travel to Kvatch to buy such items may I borrow your horse? Besides that I have no money, so you'll have to pay me in advance.

[OOC: If you want Semink to do this, then he'll go. I won't be around to send him myself though.]

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Trebbits was looking around the room and saw two new people arrive, one from the shadows and another seemed to form from thin air. He wasn't sure which illusion had been used but was glad to see another such skilled person around. This also reminded him of the Stone Bradas had made them and why he had made it, so thinking it might be a good idea he reapproached Bradas to mention his thoughts on it. As he approached he heard the two new comers lightly introduce themselves to Bradas.

"Pardon me Rhyll and Mordred I just remembered something and wanted to remind Bradas of it." He didn't usually interupt people like this but for some reason he found himself doing it more and more lately. Maybe it was a sign of aging, he was going to be 20 after all. Turning to Bradas he said, "I know the stone you made for our stories to Esquisite was a special thing but perhaps it would bennifit everyone if they all had use of it or one like it in which to tell their tales of justification to Esquisite?" Trebbits wasn't sure what all was needed for such a stone but figured that would be up to Bradas and if it were to much trouble then perhaps the others would simply be able to share their tales with the Ghosts Esquisite had mentioned before she left them.

"It is only a thought Bradas to encourage the new comers to tell their tales as we all had to so that Esquisite may judge them worthy of the fight ahead. Anyway I will be off to snoop around, perhaps the ghosts will know where I can find your ruby." As Trebbits left to look around some more he saw Bradas speak briefly to the two new comers as well as Semink who had come back to speak with him as well, and then Bradas made his way toward the exit of the under ground chambers they were all in.

Fadril heard the Kajiit (they called him Semink?) speak of forming a group. He also heard his own name spoken, and took this opportunity. He approached the trio.

"I would like to join you Semink, Trebbits, and Bradas. I believe that my skills would help round out our group. I can immediatly think of four ways I can contribute to you: First, I can eliminate the smaller monsters by myself, allowing the mages to save their magicka for more dire encounters. Secondly, if we are ambushed, I can hold off the attackers until they can ready their spells. Another function I will serve very well is being a sentry when we stop for the night. I have fine senses that I have developed through battle, and I also have a ring which detects all but the most powerful Illusions. Lastly, considering my differences from you all, I can offer solutions to problems that you may otherwise overlook," Fadril looked directly into the eyes of the group as he spoke, looking at first at Semink, then Bradas, and ending with Trebbits. There was no sign of aggression in his eyes, rather, he seemed to politely demand attention as he spoke.

Fadril retreated a step, bowed his head slightly, and waited to be for his proposal to be accepted or declined.

Marissa pulled several strands of hair back behind her ear, a tiny gem glinted on her earlobe. "When do you believe that Esquisite will be back. I doubt that we will find these Oblivion Gates without her help." She had taken to playing with a string of her hair again during the conversation. She turned from her conversation with Trebbits, Bradas, Semink to see the two ghosts announce there presence.

The suggestion of organizing into a party came up, she was surprised that her name came up with the pool. "Of course i will join you all. This simple cleric of Cydill do her best to ensure that every returns home. Before i join allow me to tell you my tale, it is not a happy tale or a brave one; but it is all that i have."

Some of the occupants in the lab wander off disinterested in her tale, but she continued.

It was in Vivec that nearly all clerics started with when they went to Marrowind. Marissa was no exception, she was ecleptic with all the sights and sounds. She spend several days there visiting the first temple, and talking with the clergy. It was also there she met him, another pilgram that had come during her stay. He was so dark his skin looked like blackness in itself, but his eyes where what attrached her most. They were so green, like an emerald stright from the mines of Crydil. Hoya was his name, she never learned the last of it. They decided to travel together next to balmora and then moving north and around red mountain.

She paused her to clutched at her robe, at a pocket just above her breast. Marissa sniffled slightly but after a moments continued.

It had been months since Vivec, they were well on there way towards the end of there journey. They had taken venturing into other historic sights. Hoya was very good with a sword, and they frequently were forced for fend for themselves against ridgeracers, and orc bandits. Marissa had gotten better with a bow, taking down enemies before they could get within melee range. The temples they came took gladly trainer her further in Restoration, and Alchemy making. It was near Sadrith Mora he had asked her to marry him. His gravelly voice shaking for once since they had met. The ring was simple, they where in Sadrith Mora afterall. The city of highelves and magic, but they were both poor. Poor but happy. They spent several weeks, enjoying life together.

They came upon a daedric temple one evening, Marissa wanted nothing to do with these vile daedra. Hoya was curious about one of the greatest arch rivals of the church. "Know thee Enemies." He kept saying. But he was like that, nothing could diswade him when he got into something like this.

The smell of burning assaulted them as they entered the temple. It was like they had been burning hair, that high putrid stink. Hoya had his sword drawn as they progress further into the temple. Everything felt evil, like the very building itself was aware clergy had dared entered the premisis. It was not long before they entered the main antechamber. Nothing had accosted them on the way in, everything was earily quiet. Hoya's sword was now sheathed and he was inspecting the giant grostesque statue in the center of the room. Marissa had walked around the back and many things where laid out on footing of the statue. She great care not to touch anything. But.

She was on the verge of tears by now. "I couldn't help myself, it was the exact same color of his eyes. I picked it up just admire it, was wasn't even going to take it."

A small emerald was in her hands, and it wasn't but a few moments later when the room was filled with a angry orange light. "How dare you enter here Priests" It was upon Hoya in moments, gleaming daedric axe in hand. He hadn't a chance, the axe buried itself in his torso as he turned. His sword halfway from its scabbard when he slumped to the floor. Marissa screamed, the shrill sound that filled the chamber. She pulled the bow from her back and started launching death at it. It began stepping around the oblisk, round on her. She moved backwards, trying to keep the statue between her and that which had just slain her. Anger filled the eyes of the slow moving Lord, it stopped momentarily and began casting a fireball at her. It was a meager spell for it, but the fireball slammed into the leg of statue. It blacked the stone, and waves of heat pasted over Marissa's head. Her arrows where almost gone, she just couldn't get past his armor. She knew it would be only a matter of time. She swung the bow behind her, and began casting a spell she hadn't mastered yet. The wisps of yellow magic began coalesing around her palms. She couldn't move, she knew it had to work. The daedric lord came at her, rounding the last side of the statue. It was close now, so close she could see the portals behind its eyes. The flaming place that he belonged too swam behind his rune encrusted helmet. That smell assaulted her now, the smell of burning hair. It was him... His axe was comming down now, it must have been blind fortune. Maybe Navareen had pity on her and helped, but the paralysis hit him. The Daedric Lord stopped instantly and the hatred in his eyes flared. She didn't have any time to waste, she ran to Hoya. He was still breathing raggedly, she pulled one arm around her neck. He must have had some energy left, his legs held him up;barely. She ran with him, stumbling down the hallway. From behind them the storming sound of feet, and a yell passed over them like a shockwave. Her eyes were blury with tears, the door just a little more. She pulled the door open with one hand, struggled Hoya through and followed. She wasn't sure if it could follow them out here, but they moved as far away as possible. Hiding within the ruins outside. The sky was cloudless, and moon was shinning brightly. She cried, the tears falling onto him as she bent her will to healing his wounds. The blood was clearing, and the open gaps closing, but something was wrong. His eyes were close, his breathing had stopped. She cried again, for hours. Holding his dark skinned head in her lap and looking into his emerald green eyes.

She buried him near there, a hill that faced the rising sun.

Her jouney was over, she traveled back to the port and booked passage. It was coincidence that the boat was leaving the next day. It would take a long time to reach Crydill. Somewhere in the middle of that ocean she looked back. The island she had come from had long since vanished against the horizon.

Quiet now, she sits down. Marissa hadn't thought of what happened for so long, the wound ripped open again. "At first i didn't want to come. To let those with more skill do this, to let those braver than me handle the gates. It selfish to say, and how could i call myself a cleric. I want revenge, i know its impossible to know which one did it. But i want to see that demon destroyed."

The young woman watched, her amusement growing by the second, as the man named Fadril took a step backward and bowed his head in well-managed patience. This was going better - much better - than she had expected, and her face spread into a faint smile as she realized how successfully her plan was turning out. She had been standing right there, only feet away from the group, and yet no one had noticed her; indeed, she was rather skilled in both stealth and magic, but she never thought that her scheme, simple as it was, would bring her such great entertainment. Many might have thought her to be a spy - after all, that was what she appeared to look like, crouching in the shadows, her chameleon potion making her nearly invisible - but it was not so. She was an adventuress - a seeker of danger, excitement, and exploration; a roamer of the deserts, the mountains, and the forests; a traveler of lands largely inhabited, rarely visited, and unknown to all. She did what she felt like when she felt like it - stole from the rich, gave to the poor, destroyed the evil, aided the good, joined the outlaws, betrayed the government, and much, much more. And now her adventures had brought her here, to the meeting spot where Semink, Trebbits, Bradas, and Fadril had gathered, and her heart beat faster and faster as she observed them.

But things were not so for long. Her thoughts spun with endless opportunities for more fun - at least, what she considered fun - and she couldn't help but wonder what sorts of magnificent events would take place if she did this, did that, did this and that... And so she gathered herself together, took a deep breath, and blurted out, "Hellow, fellow citizens! My name is Yuliya." And she stepped out of her hiding place, rose to her full Imperial height, and let herself be seen.

The Altmer was traveling through a forest, elven armor shining in the moonlight. His long, aburn hair spilling out from his helmet on to his long, olive green cape that was billowing in the wind. He was a tall and mildly thin.

Then, out from behind a rock, a huge, muscle-bound Orc leaped behind the Altmer and roared:


"I WILL CRUSH YOU, WEAKLING ELF!"


And charged, battle-ax held high.

The Altmer quickly drew his elven sword, and in the same motion raised his shield to block a blow from the Orc's brutal wepon. The shock of the blow jolted through him, but sent the Orc staggering. The Altmer saw his chance. He slashed upward with his blade and cut deep into the Orc's leather-covered chest. When the monster bent over from the wound, the Altmer waisted no time and hurled a fireball at the Orc.

It struck home. The Orc erupted in flames and screamed in pain and horror as the fire consumed him. The Flames cast freak shadows on the Altmer's chisled elven features, as a smirk could be seen on his face.

He had never liked Orcs, too stupid, although he did enjoy watching them burn. He never really did enjoy the company of anyone other than an Altmer.

After a few minutes, when the flames died away, the Altmer had the impulse to check the ashes for useful belongings. Other than some repair tools and health potions, he found one thing. It was a sealed envelope that had, miraculously survived the flames. When he opened it the letter read:


Hello, Ulandur the Battlemage:


If you are reading this letter then you have bested my Orcish Warrior Urgluk Big-Toof. As you probably know, gates of Oblivion have been opened and daedra are pouring out into the land of Cyrodiil and causing chaos. If you wish to end this, meet me in the ruined abbey outside of Kvatch.


Ulandur folded up the letter and set off to find this abbey the letter spoke of.

After three days travel, he came upon the ruined abbey, with a single candel light in one of the windows. He thought he could make out more than one figure in this room, although he could not be sure.

Ulandur opened the door and entered...

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after hearing Trebits suggestion mordred walks to one of the ghosts, sits down and takes a gulp of blood.
he looks at the ghost and begins his story of horror.
" Three and a half years ago when I was still with Arya we decided to pick mushrooms in a nearby cave.
there was no moon and the night was dark so I didn't need to hide myself from sight we walked through the open field and enterd the cavern it was dark so we lit a torch the mushrooms in the first part of the cave where all eten by wild boares so we moved deeper into the darkness after about ten minuets we felt the ground under our feet began to grow mossy and we ventured on.
a few yards deeper and we suddenly heard a sound of old wood breaking under a heavy burden.
we fel for a few seconds and we lost the torch. by pure luck I landed on my feet but arya wasn't as luky, she broke her wrist and bruised her shoulder. after making sure there was no live threat I quikly moved in and healed her although broken bones weren't my speciality I did the best I could at the time.
after we recovered we went out to search for an exit of some sort and we entered a large open room with a big illumating crystal in the middle.we heared an angry voice and I quickly used chameleon and scouted for the angry person. as I walked around the person the voice stopped. as I moved on now almost a complete circle around the crystal I discoverd to my horror that the angry person was a telvanni mage and that he to had walked around the crystal finding and captering Arya he looked straight at me and said I could better reapear or the women would die. I did what he told me and he locked us up in a small closed of part of the cavern after a while, I think it must be about 10 hours, Arya found a hidden passage from our prison.
we climbed throug it and ran but the mage spotted us and was right behind us. I heared a fireball coming our way so I jumped on Arya and the fire missed us by an inch it blew open a wall and revealed a part of the field with a bright sun shining throug the hole in the wall.
I saw that it was Impossible for me to escape this way and I turned to face the mage.
By confronting him I hoped to get the time neccicary for Arya to run.
I drew my deadric dagger and made my stand.
the mage stoped at about 3 meter before me.
he drawed his glass staf and catch his breath, I knew that he would be easyer if I attecked him stil worn from the run. So I charged at him and about a meter before him I used chameleon and jumped to the right.
he braced himself for impact but when that didn't came he lowerd his defences a bit walked by me and the I stroke, puncturing his body with my dagger and with my other hand keeping his mouth shut.
but he still used a spell and the whole cave started to shake he said if I'll die I'll atleast save the world from a monster like you. I panicked and ran through the hole in the wall and as I did that I felt a burning sensation crawling over every inch of my body, as smoke was comming from my skin I jumped in a nearby well and waited for nightfall after that I returned to Arya deciding I would never let anyone behind again." With that said mordred took one last gulp of his bottle of blood and crawled into a dark corner of the abby.
"If you have anything to say to me or if anything happens please wake me up."
and soon a large snore came from the dark corner as mordred lay to rest.

leaving a smal note at his feet.
witch read
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current inventory
-deadric dagger
-black cloak and clothing
-one full vail of blood(quarter gallon)
-one almost empty vail of blood
-a ring of medium fortify jump
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Being to much concentrated on his own things, Bradas forgot that Mordred also was in the Abbey. He really had no idea of how many people were around here, maybe he should look around and talk more, rather than being busy with himself. So from that moment he would watch if anyone else would come to the Abbey and then tell him to either tell their story to the ghosts or to the stone, something that he had said before to people, but could've done more. Mordred was talking to one of the ghosts.

Fadril came to the group, asking if he could join. Bradas thought he would be a nice addition, however, Jhaerlyn asked to join first. Not knowing which of the two would be the most useful, he wanted to ask Semink about it to hear his opinion about it.


Just a bit later, Semink asked if he could borrow Bradas his horse.
Bradas, forgotting to ask about Fadril and Jhaerlyn, said:
I was about to use my horse, but the distance I am going to travel is not that long, so I can do it by foot.

After letting Semink borrow his horse, Bradas walked out of the abbey, to the beautiful forest.

Bradas walked through the forest. It was hot in the sun, so every now and then he rested in the shadows. Not long after he left he found a river, where he refilled his bottle of water. After collecting ingredients on the way, he got to an apple tree. With a simple telekinesis spell Bradas took around 10 apples from the tree and placed them in his bag.

He walked on five more minutes, until he got to something that looked like a dead end. But it wasn’t a dead end. After pushing the bush aside a cave was revealed, which was full of magical goodies. Bradas walked through the cave, thinking what items would be useful to take with him except for his staff. He took both an amulet with a good shield, and a minor fire resistance effect and an amulet without any enchantment on it. After taking a few restore magicka and chameleon potions, he went out of the cave, made sure the bush was in front of the cave and did a small illusion spell on it and started going back to the abbey.
When he got back to the river, he took all the water he could carry, using a combination of strength and a feather effect.

Back at the abbey, he was told that they were leaving tomorrow and had to specify what items they want and will take with them. The group limit was four, which was fine. Perhaps Merissa or someone else could join. Then his “group leader” could make the group clear. As soon as he saw Trebbits again, Bradas asked him if he could enchant the amulet with a healing spell.

Then he turned to Esquisite, to explain what items he would take. I will take two enchanted amulets, one for protecting and one for healing. I will also bring my staff, the robe I am wearing now and hopefully a ruby, if Trebbits could get me one. I brought some water which is in buckets standing at the laboratory entrance and apples which I got in this bag. I’m sure you also took care of some food, but I just wanted to make sure we had enough, considering the groups are still growing.

When Semink was back, assuming that he went away as well, Bradas remembered him about the fact that Fadril would like to join the group. Bradas also told him that his specialities are Destruction, Alteration and Mysticism, although he has been practising a special illusion spell as well, but he didn't want to talk about it. From the other schools of magic, he could only do minor spells, he said.

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[OOC] Making this post from school [/OOC]

Trebbits, Bradas, and Semink had gone their seperate ways, so Fadril took this time to present himself to Esquisite. Not being able to find her, he settled for talking to one of her ghostly assistants.

"Shawm, you will carry my message to Esquisite?" The specter said nothing, but didn't leave. Fadril told his tale, which was mostly about the last time he had seen the Master (which he had been thinking about just before finding the Abbey), but also included the following tale.



Far to the north of Fadril's home, the Redoran city of Ald Khos had been under attack from a very unusual number of beasts. Many young warriors and adventurers had gone to the town's aid, and managed to successfully defend the town. But more of the creatures came every night. Fadril had gone to lend his sword to them.

He soon met a pair of Dunmer from the Mage's Guild. They thought that they had discovered the source of the trouble. Fadril joined them, and with the company of one other man (who was simply an expert at picking locks, most definitely not a theif), they left early one morning heading north-east. The mages used their arcane powers to guide the group and eventually came upon a Dwemer ruin.

The not-theif, Relam Mandas, was indeed adept at picking locks, and he demonstrated this by allowing the team enterance. There immediatly an interior door, which was also locked. Relam once again showed his skill, but he apparently wasn't as good at disarming traps, for upon throwing open the door, an explosion pounded the walls of the small, dingy room and threw him against the wall. The mage more skilled in Restoration, Nidali Hleray, couldn't heal him. She said that Relam had probably died the moment he had hit the metal.

Wary, the reduced group crept through the halls. Nidali and the other mage (Fadril could not remember his name now) agreed that whoever or whatever was summoning the monsters attacking Ald Khos was in the chambers below. Fadril had persuaded them to first search the towers above, so that they wouldn't be attacked from behind and trapped underground at a critical moment.

The towers were mostly clear, except for a few artifacts and trinkets that the mages found interesting and took. One room had most of a wall missing, offering a wonderful view of the countryside. There was also a pair of bonewalkers in another room, but those were easily killed. They had been guarding a small bit of treasure, which the group split evenly amongst themselves. Then they continued underground.

They immediatly found trouble, in form of a Clannfear. The group proved stronger than the monster, and continued. The second room they entered contained a wizard and a number of creatures. Fadril forced the group to retreat back to a joining hallway. From this better position, they killed the creatures as they came, one at a time. There was left only the evil wizard, who proved surprisingly easy to kill once the male mage had silenced him with a spell. The only resistance the wizard could give was a weak, clumsy swing of his staff, which Fadril dodged all the same, not wanting to risk the staff being enchanted.

The mages took a few things fom his body: his staff (which was enchanted), a few scrolls, a pair of soulgems, a diary, an enchanted ring, and a glowing amulet. The amulet had especially interested the mages. Fadril took a ruby the wizard was carrying. Free now to explore the rooms, the group searched for more items to plunder. There was another, slightly larger chest full of gold and gems, which the group shared. In one room, amongst a bunch of clattering dwemer machinations, was an elaborate pedistal upon which was a ring. It was decided that the ring would fall to Fadril. Once he removed the ring, a few of ancient machines immediatly fell apart, and those that didn't creaked and groaned increasingly louder until they stopped moving.

Fadril asked the mages what this meant as they left the ruins. They had no idea, but they did recommend taking the ring to a certain Telvani that was an expert in Dwemer artifacts. Fadril could no longer clearly remember the name, it might have been something like Davath Fyr. Fadril left to see the Telvani, who willingly examined the ring. After a time of study (Fadril spent this time inspecting the mushroom-tower, which he found mildly disturbing but oddly interesting), the Telvani told Fadril that the ring held a power that was exclusive the Dwemer; that it had the effect of slowing decay and atrophy. The Telvani offered to purchase the ring, but after some consideration (and further discussion of the ring's effects), Fadril decided to keep it, thinking that its would be useful to have a ring that stopped his weapons and armor from wearing out as quickly as they should.



Nearing the end of this tale, Fadril took off the ring and held it for the ghost to see. It was made of clean iron, with strange symbols dancing around the band, and was coated on the inside and edges with bronze.

Fadril donned the Dwemer ring again and thought a moment. "Tell Esquisite that I will bring what I am carrying, no more, except for food, water, and a small, inexpensive item which I will go into town and purchase. Also, please ask her if she could find or make me an amulet with a Sanctuary or healing effect on it."

Done speaking to the ghost, Fadril walked backwards three steps, bowed, then turned and left the abbey, wanting to buy a certain thing in town. With a small enchantment, it could be very useful.

Finally hoping to share his tale of strife with those around him, Tiramir viewed the apparitions' appearances as a great opportunity, and without pause, began to tell his tale...

Since his days of apprenticeship under the tutelage of his master Kloonus, Tiramir dreamt of power untold, of weaving armies of Daedra with the flick of his hand. Since his ambitions were born, he has learnt much of the art of Conjuration, but his powers are far from that of his childhood fancies. Shortly after his "release" from his master, he heard of the great Dwemer artifacts on the island of Vvanderfell, and of the discovery of the godlike Dwemer construct - Akulakhan. An avid student of Dwemer technologies and the wonders it gave birth to, he prepared to leave. However, his old master, in a show of envy for his growing pupil, attempted to stop the young mage from leaving High Rock. What followed was an epic battle in the depths of Kloonus' tower. Forked lightning sheared chunks of stone from the spire, and monstrous forms woven of sorcery and shadow did battle in the chaos. Clutching for the strands of magic that wove around him, Tiramir drank the power like a starving child, the result when it joined with Kloonus' castings, a cataclysmic spell that shook the keep to its core. Stones were ripped from the screaming earth, and the surrounding forest was reduced to splinters. But when the dust settled, Tiramir stood triumphant.

Wounded as he was in both body and soul, Tiramir was determined to continue to the province of Morrowind. However, disaster struck again, when on his way through the ports of Camlorn, a patrol of guards accompanied by one of Kloonus' old cronies (a wizard as well), caught Tiramir off guard and arrested him. To this day, Tiramir still smiles at the fortune that the aging sorcerer deemed the punishment for his "treachery" should be banishment to Morrowind for two Imperial years. Feigning his objection, he was whisked away. Two years later, after rising through the Mages Guild, and earning the privilege to sit amongst the Telvanni councilors, Tiramir felt his research was at last done. Having perused On Oblivion during his studies, as well as The Egg of Time, and Divine Metaphysics, Tiramir's infant ambitions began to take shape once more. It was then after hearing of the rifts between the mortal and Daedra plane, that Tiramir could not help but feel a twinge of delight. Casting reason to the winds, he made for Cyrodil, where he now resides in preparation for his greatest "experiment" yet...

Turning from the specter, Shawm, Tiramir spoke, each in turn, to Darak, Marissa, Fadril, Adanorcil, Rhyll, and Mordred.

"It appears that Trebbits, Bradas, and Semink, have formed a group - an excellent idea. It also seems likely that either Marissa or Fadril will become their fourth member. As for the rest of us, we too need to form a group and begin preparations. Two spell casters, a warrior, and any other form of miscellaneous class such as a thief or healer should give us a well rounded group. Please, if any of you are interested, speak to each other or to myself. I can be found in my room where I shall be preparing for the journey ahead."

mordred gets up and yawns he walks to Tiramir and accidently burns his hand on a ray of sun in the roof.
After he inspects the new discoverd person, mordred takes a gulp of blood.
"I am willing to forme a group with you young conjurer. I'm not unfamilier with the arts of stealth and daggers, and I trained myself fairly well in the magic schools of restoration, of myself and others, and illusion. but don't expect me to be very active in the broaddaylight my cloak protects me a bit but I cannot fight with it wrapped around me like a cocune.""
then mordred turned to the ghost and asked.
"Could you please ask your master if there are any magicka restoration potions and a pair of gloves for me."
Mordred then sat down against the wall waitng for a reply of Tiramir

[ooc sorry it seems out of sink, but I wrote this up in word while I waited for the site to come back up./ooc]

After some initial pleasantries were exchanged, Rhyll thought about what he would tell the ghostly messengers. Semink had to rush off for some things, as did Baradas, and so group membership with in the lab was still something of a question mark. Rhyll rubbed his eyes a moment, and then passed his hand through his hair as he thought more on the issue of merit. He didn’t have anything to say to match what the others said. Rhyll was worried about what Esquisite was looking for in her “heroes.”

Rhyll backed up onto one of the tables and sat on it for a moment, listening distractedly to the vampire’s tale, as well as that of the Dunmer girl. His thoughts were interrupted by the nearly simultaneous entrance of a “gallant” Altmer and of a loud Imperial, who seemed to materialize, rather than enter. Rhyll eyed them cautiously, unconsciously weighing the situation, checking escape routes and possible threats. At this point he had an epiphany: I’m Cautious!

Rhyll slides off the table and heads toward Mordred, going slowly so as not to interrupt Mordred’s story. “I might as well wait in line,” he mumbled. He made it an issue to ignore both the Altmer and the Imperial, not out of any disdain for either, but rather to keep up the “front” for the sake of the other Dunmer here. Having lived among so many as a “mixed” child, he’d learned to put on “masks” to blend in, and so learned to use others’ prejudices to his advantage. Letting the others believe he was just another arrogant Dunmer would allow him to not have to be interrupted by small talk and so miss a turn with the ghost.

After Mordred’s odd tale, Rhyll addressed the ghost, “Sir? Umm, are you Sackbutt or Shawm?” Rhyll stifles a chuckle as he says the names, but is brought up short by the curt, chilling response, “What do you need?”


“I’m supposed to give you the story that justifies my participation in this task to your Mistress. May I?”

“Proceed,” replied the ghost with the boredom ringing through his voice in a way that only the dead can truly convey.

“Well, as I am young, I have few feats of wonder or prowess to relate, nor is there value in mentioning the great things my father has done. I am my own person and that is actually what brought me here: to prove to him and myself that I am.

“Why should I be permitted to participate in this dangerous but imperative task? It took me a while to think of an answer, but I have it now. It is the fact that I have few feats of wonder or prowess to relate that makes me a prime candidate. I am both skilled at non-violent conflict resolution and survival, as well as rather lucky. Or a form of luck that has allowed me to be in the right place at the right time.

“I was born in Daggerfall, shortly after my parents took their relationship serious and made their bond in Mara’s Temple there. My parents took up residence in Telune. Only a few years past, when we moved to Caldera in Morrowind. We found out later that the winter after we left was plagued with storms and a strange sickness fell on many of the children and they died.

“Morrowind isn't the safest of places, but Caldera wasn't too bad. Don’t really know why my father picked this town of all the places. I think, though, that it was the mix of people there, all trying to get themselves established; from all over the empire. I noticed the difference first, when I was seven and we visited Bal Mora. I went off to explore while my dad took care of some business with someone he knew there. I was soon cornered by a group of boys who called me "Outlander" and asked why I was here. I don’t remember what I said to them, but two of them started to laugh at what I said, easing the tension in the “leader” and they let me go. Unfortunately, my later visit to the same town didn’t have the same result. I ended up having to fight my way out, but even there, the fight was quickly broken up by a brawl that erupted in a near by pub, where some guy was carried and thrown in to the river. The distraction gave me a chance to escape.

“And that has been a sampling of what has gone on most of my life. Even when we relocated to Cyrodil, despite picking a rural area—my dad wanted to try his hand at farming—we weren’t able to avoid the odd behavior people had toward my father and me. Actually, I think I was even more disconcerting because of my odd blue eyes and quiet demeanor. Whatever it is, despite people’s feelings or ideas about me, I’ve managed to not only maintain my life and dignity, I have been well educated and have learned to read peoples attitudes and maybe even, at a surface level, their thoughts.

“I am an able and useful member to this group because I will be able to work well with everyone, won’t cause division in the group with inappropriate thoughtless comments, and being a constant “Outlander” I know how to help smooth tensions between the races. And I’m not too shabby with a sword or spell, and I learn quickly.


“… Now… Sackbutt…or Shawn, if you could please ask Her Ladyship if she would please enchant my Sword to be more effective against Daedra and their kind. I’m sure that would go along way to help. Also my leathers need a little repair. But she must be careful, they were charmed in Morrowind to defend me against the undead. Oh and could I have some food? I’m a bit hungry. … thank you.” Rhyll ends his seeming monologue to the impassive ghost with a lopsided grin and shrugs. With a slight nod the ghost turns and attends to someone else.

Looking around, Rhyll wonders what he should do next, or who he should talk to.

Hearing Tiramir comment, Rhyll decides that it's worth discussing how things work out.

Stepping towards Tiramir, he asks, "What do you think our main task shall be?" He watches Tiramir for a moment then turns to the others, to see what their expressions can tell him of their thoughts and feelings.

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Bradas took a piece of paper and wrote down:

Name: Bradas Sorethi
Race: Dark Elf (male)
Age: 512
Weapons: Staff (enchanted)
Armour: None
Potions: Healing, chameleon
Scrolls: Massive healing (on self and others)
Enchanted Items: healing amulet, fire resisstance/shield amulet
Other: A ruby


He also wrote another note to Semink:

"We are almost going to leave. At the moment we are with three: Me, Trebbits and you. We COULD take a fourth member, but we don't have to. Two have applied: Jhaerlyn and Fadril. They both got something that could be of use to us, but we have a limit of four. So who are we going to take? Jhaerlyn, or Fadril? Or neither. As for replying, Semink, simply leave another note here or tell me if you see me, i won't be going out of the Abbey again, since we are leaving so soon.
Don't forget to fill in "the form",

Bradas Sorethi.


He placed both notes and where Semink ussualy walked around, because he thought Semink would hand in all the information, when the group was complete.

Rhyll filled out the parchement that appeared:

Name: Rhyll
Race: Dunmer-Altmer (male)
Age: 19
Weapons: Silver Katana (requested enchantment)
Armour: Netch Leather
Potions: Fortify Speed, Fortify Magika
Scrolls: none
Enchanted Items: (the sword)

Looking to the others filling out their forms, "Does anyone know if we're supposed to just ...hand it back? She said something about giving it to the "group" but we really haven't picked one yet. Seems as we should do this all together ... I honestly don't care who I'm with. I don't know any of you better than anyone else, so I feel my chances are the same, regardless. Who here actually wants to lead a group, other than Semink?" He continues to watch the adventurers wondering who will respond.

"Who here actually wants to lead a group, other than Semink?" Rhyll asked. "I don't know" Bradas said. "You say you don't care who you are with, but i suggest you choose a group, different from ours, ours is full, or you will end up alone, which isn't a nice thing when going to Oblivion. I know there still are a bunch of people who haven't formed a group yet, or are still under the four member limit. Search and ask around, perhaps you find someone who is willing to become a leader."

After telling the last few arrived people, who's names Bradas did not hear, to tell their stories to the ghosts or the stone, Bradas once again started practising his spell, in a corner. Although he would need the ruby to succeed with the spell, practising was necissary, even without it. When it came to the point he would need it, he did not have the luxury of failing several times. And so, he went casting.. Over and over..

Trebbits was getting nervous, he had snooped around enough to find a few things of use and was still doing so when he heard the newest of what to him had become musical interludes of Esqisite's voice ringing in his mind. Things were moving much faster then he had thought they would at first and he had not even had time to discuss his uniquities with either the ghosts or Esquisite herself. Perhaps she already knew his tale? Looking around a bit to see what the others were up to he saw Bradas filling out a piece of paper and went to where he was.

"Things are moving quickly," he stated as he approached. Obviously Bradas agreed as he only took the time to nod before going over to Esquisite and handing her one of the papers he had filled out and setting the other on a small bench where they had spoken before. Going over to where Bradas left the other paper Trebbits looked it over and then sat and added his list to it as well.

After leaving his addition to Bradas list for Semink he decided to stay by the bench in order to await the return of Semink and maybe get a word with Bradas and Semink before they decided on what their next move would be. His excitement was growing but also in the back of his mind something else grew...

Fadril returned from the town, his shopping done (he also had stopped for a meal), and went immediatly to Bradas.

"If I am to join your group, then I would ask you to enchant this for me, as you seem to be the most skilled mage here, besides Esquisite," Fadril handed a small magetic compass to Bradas. "I want it to point towards the group whenever I, and only I, hold it. That way, I can find you if I lose you for any reason, but our enemies won't be able to find the group. Can you do this?"

Fadril listened to the mage's response, and then went to Trebbits. "I am to fill one out, too? May I please borrow your quill? Thank you."

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Edit: Info is here.
Moderators, please tell me if any of my stuff isn't good.
Edit: Just remembered that elves live long lives... Changed my age. Sorry for any confusion.
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Fadril then spoke to anyone in the room: "I suppose that I can offer some training until I leave. I can teach Long Blade, Short Blade, and Light Armor. The only payment I want is your word that you won't become my enemy once we leave this Abbey."

[OOC: This starts back in time a bit since I haven't been able to post lately, but shouldn't affect anyone else.]

Since Bradas had leant Semink his horse [and presumably some money], Semink was able to make fast progress along the forest tracks and roads into Kvatch. He no longer feared his old "master" after his recent experiences; besides, he now had a horse if escape was necessary, and a dagger.

On the journey to Kvatch, he realised that he hadn't eaten since arriving at the Abbey. He couldn't remember exactly how long this was since a lot had happened during the intervening time, but he would certainly like some food when he returned. He was also glad that Esquisite's magic had aleviated the normal necessity for sleep, so that he was now rather less tired than when he'd arrived at the Abbey.

When he entered Kvatch, Semink dismounted but did not leave Bradas's horse tied anywhere. Instead he led the horse through the streets to the normal markets he had seen many times since starting his farm "job", but had rarely bought anything beyond cheap food from before. Going past the food stools, Semink went to the general traders of any items, figuring that since he could ride back he had the time to search among these stools for a ruby at a cheaper price than the alchemists or jewelers would have them. After a bit of searching, he found a nice-looking ruby (not being a mage or alchemist, Semink could not judge it by more than it's appearence) available from one of these traders, and bought it with a bit less money than that which Bradas had given him. Hoping that Bradas wouldn't mind him using the rest for other equipment, Semink decided to see what bows were available, in case Esquisite was unable to provide one.
OOC: at this point Semink hasn't been told what equipment was available, not being at the abbey.

Before long, after visiting a few stalls selling bows and other ranged weapons, Semink realised that the little money he had left after purchasing the ruby certainly wouldn't buy him a good enough bow to be of much use for more than hunting rabits (or similar small animals without thick skins). So, he decided to change tactics and buy a more affordable weapon instead. He had been thinking earlier that some throwing knives would be useful, but while browsing the marksmans' stalls, he had noticed some throwing stars, which would be more useful than knives since knives would only stick in a target if correctly aimed and thrown to hit their target with the point, while throwing stars had many points. Some of these were enchanted, but while making them more effective, this made them more expensive, thereby not allowing him to get so many. With all the wizards at Abbey, especially Trebbits who had told Semink he could enchant items, Semink decided to get unenchanted throwing stars. He bought twelve reasonably cheap steel stars with the remaining money he had.

On his way out of Kvatch, Semink saw one of the sons of his recent "master". Still feeling a lot of hatred towards his old employer, Semink was very tempted to throw one of his new stars at the boy and flee. He should be able to escape through the gates and then ride off... but no, he must not. The guards would have horses nearby and would follow him to the Abbey, which could cause a lot of trouble for Esquisite. Besides, he didn't know the boy, and certainly didn't know if he was like his father. Killing a boy for his father's crimes didn't seem like good justice to Semink. He would leave the man (his old "master") to the law, and the better justice that would offer.

Thus Semink walked out through the gates, leading the horse. Because of this, he had his eyes on the ground, and noticed a ring at the edge of the road, obviously dropped by some passer-by. Picking it up, it was clearly just a simple ring, but Semink decided to take it anyway, since it could be enchanted. He then mounted the horse and headed back to the Abbey.

Trebbits had practiced with his dagger quite often and had even found chance to use it on many occasions but Fadril's offer was something he would definitely accept so he approached him. "Greetings again Fadril, I would be honored to see if there are tricks or maneuvers you could teach me with my small dagger. It is an enchanted one so perhaps we could find some practice daggers around or something to stand in for them so no accidents occur." Trebbits was very interested in learning but did not wish to have his frequent accident prone life cause trouble with anyone in this gathering. He hoped that his asking to find something other then his real dagger would help to avoid something with out him actually having to explain why.

He was still uncertain about letting anyone know about his life and how things happened around him. He did not want them to be fearful of what having him along may do but yet he did not want them to go into anything unknowing either. How could he tell them about his family curse? His great great grandfather had been the first to have the cursed blessing and since then a few of the descendants had, had it as well. They were born with an innate power that kept them safe from magical harm. The trouble was that it did this only through accidental mishaps such as tripping on a rock right before a spell was cast at them, so the spell may miss but if they tripped into another enemy or down a cliff it did not matter as long as the spell missed them.

He had sought after help to bring his power under control and a kind enchanter had given him boots of absorb magic. For a long time this seemed to help Trebbits but he could not tell because strange things still happened to him. His mind was flashing through all this even as Fadril was replying to him and he hoped that it did not show to much in his face that he had concerns such as these, or at least did not show on his face that he was hiding a reason for not wanting to use the magical dagger he had. He shifted his weight a little and waited for Fadril to reply.

After arriving back at the Abbey, Semink noticed Trebbits waiting for him. After being filled in on the recent occurences and anouncements, Semink gave Bradas his ruby and appologised for using the rest of the money. He then added his details to the list, and then took the list.

When he had finished writing this in his scruffy handwriting, Semink wanted to share his views on who should join the party.
"As we previously discussed, a fighter capable of short-ranged combat would probably be most beneficial to our party. Since Fadril has asked to join, and appears to have some skill with his blades from his (unfortunately unsuccesful) attack on the atronach, I suggest we let him become the forth member of our party. Marissa has also been suggested as a candidate, and while she is resourseful with support spells and can provide plenty of healing, I think she'd be of more use to another party, since with her in our party we'd have no real short-ranged fighters needing healing. Rhyll [OOC: has been refered to as Jhaerlyn] has also asked to join our group, but as he says he has more skill in solving social problems than using his weapons, and so appears to me to be most useful as a leader. Perhaps this is something he should consider; I don't think he'd be at his most use in our group. The other character I might perhaps consider for inclusion is Darak. He hasn't yet proven himself, but appears to have plenty of experience with his weapons.
"So, I ask you Bradas and Trebbits: should we ask Fadril or Darak to join our party? I believe we would do better with one of these than without. Fadril certainly is keen to be of use in offering training to others, and since Trebbits you have already started getting to know him, would he now be the better candidate?"

Pausing to think, Semink realised that the equipment Esquisite had said she was able to provide did not include a bow. Thus, he would have to do without unless he was able to take one off an enemy within oblivion. However, from what Semink had heard, most daedra rarely left any of their equipment after dying, thus this might not be possible. To go without a bow would be a disadvantage, but one he would have to cope with. He still had other skills, and hoped his inventiveness would cover until he managed to obtain a bow, if that would be ever.

[OOC: in my previous posts I did not specify the exact type of sword Darak carried on purpose: since I reckon a daedric dai-katana could be considered a powerful object, I take this chance to let the masters decide about it]

Darak approached one of the ghosts floating around, voicing his request: "Heed my words and report them to your mistress."
Slowly he unsheated his daedric dai-katana and continued: "This sword I carry means so much to me: it has seen many a fight and for me is more valued than a family heirloom. But now time has taken its toll: the tip is blunted, and so is the edge. It badly needs sharpening, but it's not something that can be done easily. If you manage to fix it by means of your magic, I will need nothing else. Otherwise I ask you a couple of scrolls of "bound weapon", preferably sword type, to defend myself against the powerful enemies we might stumble upon."
Darak wasn't very skilled in conjuration magic, and if he could not use his faithful blade, those scrolls would really come in handy.
He put his sword on a shelf: he was sure that, if Esquisite could fulfil his request, she would send one of her servants to pick it up.

Then he grabbed a parchment, a quill and some ink and scribbled what he had been asked for:
Name Darak Shadowblade
Race Dunmer
Age 146
Weapons (Daedric Dai-Katana), Dwarven Tanto (hidden in one of his boots)
Armour None
Potions (2 potions of healing, if available in the Abbey)
Scrolls (2 scroll of bound weapon, if his dai-katana is not repaired)
Enchanted Items None
Other None

This task accomplished, he left the note on the table and had some quick words with other people and, taking leave of them, he told he was going to another room to practice his illusion spells and they could find him there, should they need him.
Actually he hoped they could NOT find him, and he would reveal himself to them instead, coming out from the shadows.

He felt like a blundering novice: he hardly remembered the basics.
He started his training: the arcane words and gestures came to his mind, slowly: he had to try, try and try again.
He would continue to practice, even if he fell to the ground exhausted.

Before Trebbits could get a response from Fadril he saw Semink return and waved him over to fill him in on what had happened. After doing this he listened to what Seminks thoughts were on a fourth for their group, and though he had a strange attraction to Marissa he couldn't argue the fact that another healer in their group was just not good planning and there was just something about Fadril that made Trebbits curious, that calm peacefulness he had seen in Fadril when they were outside just stuck with him. "I think Fadril would be my choice. I do not doubt at all the skills of Darak for certain but something in my gut says to go with Fadril and that Darak would be a bennifit to any other group which will have him."

"So if Bradas is in agreement we are set then to announce our group to Esquistie and I will leave that to you Semink since I have asked Fadril to train me a bit more for close combat with the dagger. Never hurts to learn anything one can when about to undertake the unknown." Having spoken his mind of the group matter he excused himself and apologized to Fadril for making him wait as they went to find an unoccupied room in which to pratice.

Fadril agreed to train Trebbits and left the room, wondering why he was afraid of the training. Even so, Fadril led him to a nearby unoccupied room, handed him a rather shoddy dagger that was found within, and asked him to wield it. What followed was a brief session of Trebits demonstrating his skill (or lack thereof, as Fadril made a small joke about).

Then Fadril stated, "Your body becomes unbalanced when you attack; you lean forward." The swordsman took a moment to look for something, and ended up with his Chitin helmet , which he placed upside-down upon Trebbits' head. "Now, try again, but do not make the helmet fall..."

It took time, but Trebbits eventually managed to slash and stab without losing the helmet. Fadril removed the helmet and said, "Now that you can keep your balance, use your legs to take a step forward as you thrust."

The training wasn't very exciting, but Fadril came away thinking that Trebbits had gained from it.

OOC - Malchik please read

Trebbits was very grateful for the training and had never thought about using an object on ones head to train for combat before. An interesting notion to be sure and he would make note of that for those times in the future when he was practicing. "Many thanx Fadril, a most useful lesson." Trebbits was taking a breath and came very close to stating that he wished to ask Fadril about the calmness he had seen in him and still saw even now, but thought better of it at the last second and instead simply said, "I think we should go back and at least let Semink and Bradas know where they can find us should Semink wish to report our groups readiness. I have a couple things to do first however so could you let them both know that I will be in this room for a brief time but will join them shortly?"

Fadril said that was not a problem and left the room apparently to go do exactly that. Trebbits was glad to have some time alone and was beginning to think he had some understanding to Esquisites desires of solitude. To many people at one time could become a mind exhausting thing. He sat down on the floor where he found the cold stone actually refreshing and began to sort through his pack to retrieve his writing materials. After sorting them out he began to journal all that he had seen and done thus far in his usual story line manner. Using poetic license to it's fullest to describe the rich details of the ruined Abbey as some ghostly form that haunted the shadows of the blackest forest on moonless nights and so forth.

As he wrote one of the ghosts drifted through and looking at him said, "Your story has not been given, though your plea and confession are known to her Esquisite has asked specifically for a story of deed that grants you rights to the task at hand, I have come to collect it"

Trebbits took a breath and put down his quill, "Then I shall give it to you," he said without much excitement. "My story is not of a deed as much as it is an explanation of what makes me suitable to the task at hand so I hope this will be considered. My youth has not granted me much chance for extreme adventure as times have been rather peaceful until the recent troubles with the rift. But my family has passed down to me what some of them have called a curse and yet others of them have called a gift or blessing. You see my family line beginning with my Great Great Grandfather Bink has been protected from being harmed by any magic. We do not know if it is a godly given power or if it is some quirk of natural magic and such but the fact remains that magical attacks can not harm us. This is not to say we are not harmed by attempts however. You see our power hides itself through the use of accidental mishaps."

Trebbits stood up and began to pace the room from side to side, "You see if you were to try and strike me with a fire ball right now several things could happen, I could trip on a loose stone in the floor, or perhaps I would sneeze and strike my head on this low hanging candle holder, any of these things could happen even as drastic as a stone falling from the ceiling and striking me unconscious since you would not intend further harm. But your fireball would miss me. So for me this can be a blessing, however if a member of my group is standing behind me when I am moved out of the way of your fireball they will indeed be hit by it rather then me."

Trebbits took a moment and stopped his pacing to look back to the ghost, "I have tried to stop this from happening and have actually spent a great deal of time trying to find anyone who can fix this or at least give me some control of it but the most powerful of magicians I have ever met has not been able to do so because even the spells they have tried to use to counter it have gone a wry. What's worse is that even my ability to enchant seems to come from this base power of my family, but you see it too has a problem. Whatever I enchant also takes some of this power and so the enchanted object protects itself from any harm of magical attack. This has proven to be very troublesome for some people because if they are using a magic weapon on a creature that has a magic defense the weapon tends to slip from their hands before it hits an enemy, or if a spell is coming at the wielder or user of one of my enchanted items they too can find they will trip or stumble or worse and it does not matter if harm comes to them from anywhere else as long as the enchanted item is safe from the magic attack."

"I have tried all I can to have some control over it but have never been able to find a way nor has anyone I have ever dealt with, My power simply decides how best to protect me from harm of magic through whatever wild or random thing it can so that those attacking me simply think me a bumbling fool rather then a protected mage. If they knew my power they would simply be able to stop using magic against me and would revert to normal attacks so my power has determined the best way to protect itself is to not let anyone know what it is doing, and I suffer for that in more ways then one."

Trebbits was not sure what the ghost thought of all this nor even if the ghost believed a word of it but it was all the truth and he had tons of scars and bruises to prove just how often it had been tested. Several of the magicians he had asked to 'fix' him had scoffed and said what is to fix I would love that power, but after convincing them to try they began very quickly to understand how truly devastating this 'gift' was. They would try their spell and Trebbits would fall down the stairs due to a water spill on the floor, or he would be struck in the head knocking him from the chair that sat in front of a bookcase. Yes blessing to some maybe but those who had seen what it did to the one who had it could do nothing but agree it was a curse. "So that is why I am here and that is why I think I am good for this task, if for nothing else I will be able to return from the rift to tell others of the magic they will face there so they may be better protected should they go." Trebbits sighed and sat back down by his writing utensils hoping that this was enough to please Esquisite and allow him to take the journey. If it was not then he would vow to himself to seek out the rift on his own and do what he could himself.

Rhyll was taken aback by Semink's suggestion. Who'd follow a 19 year-old elf?
He smiled at Semink as he said, "Well, I don't know about leading a group... maybe I'll help coordinate one, though. Thank you for your insightfulness. I would speak with you again, when you get a chance. I would like some training in the magic arts." After waiting for Semink's response he turned and looked at the group, weighing his options and thier professed abilities ... after a bit he checks of with his fingers his first list. " Well, here we go..." he whispers as he heads toward Marissa and hails her.

"Excuse me, Priestess, but it was suggested that I should try and help organize those of us with out a group into groups. I would dearly appreciate your assistance and wisdom in doing this. Would you?" Rhyll bowed slightly, both arms open, palms up in a mild supplication. And so he awaits a reply.

Okay, it seems update 7 was not quite clear. Please see my addition.

After speaking to Trebbits and Bradas, Semink had remembered his hunger. Thus, Semink goes in search of food, remembering Esquisite's promise to provide this. Asking one of the mage-ghosts where he might be able to find some food, Semink goes to get some. He finds a small bag and takes some dried meat and biscuits and other food in this, attaching the bag tightly to his belt at both ends at his side, so that it cannot move about. He then takes some food for his group to eat now in a convenient container, since he has not seen any of them eat recently.

Also remembering the possibility of having items repaired and enchanted, he decides to get this sorted out now rather than wait for Esquisite to do so, since he realises she probably has too much to do herself. Going up to one of the ghosts who has (likely through his ability to be in several places at once) been watching him, Semink asks where he can get his dagger repaired and items enchanted. Firstly going to get his dagger repaired, he hands his dagger over and asks for this to be repaired. Instead of waiting, he then heads off to get his throwing stars enchanted. He also remembers the ring he found, but decides to get Trebbits to enchant that instead. When the enchanter finishes with the item he is currently working on, Semink goes and asks him to enchant his steel throwing stars; "Could you enchant these with a poison effect please?" After his throwing stars have been enchanted, Semink returns to collect his dagger, then goes back to find the others.

Firstly going to Bradas, Semink asks, "Since both Trebbits and I agree that Fadril would make a good addition to the party, I must now ask you, do you agree with this? If so, I will go and invite him to join our party."

Semink does not give any of them the food he brought yet, instead wanting them to come together to discuss their plans while eating.

His thoughts still on the prospect of joining a group, and delighted that Darak was interested, Tiramir sat down before his desk to begin studying his next volume, when before him materialized a crumpled scrap of paper. On it, was what appeared to be an inventory account for the journey. With his brisk strokes he noted the following...

Name: Tiramir
Race: Breton
Age: 22
Weapons: Wizard's Staff (Ebony, Levitate 1 point for 180 seconds), and a Silver Dagger (drain Magicka for 10 seconds).
Armour: Studded leather cuirass, cuisse, and greaves; a black, silver adorned robe, with matching gloves.
Potions: 5 standard restore Magicka, 3 standard restore Health, 3 Invisibility for 30 seconds, 2 reflect 30% for 30 seconds, 2 damage health 20-40, 1 potion of Night Vision 80 points for 60 seconds.
Scrolls: 4 scrolls of summon Dremora, 3 scrolls of summon Daedroth, and 2 scrolls of summon Ogrim.
Enchanted Items: An enchanted amulet with a constant effect 50 radius of detect creature and detect enchantment (should the Altmer mistress find this to be to powerful to be “teleported" please inform me).
Other: A Dwemer artifact found long ago my Tiramir, it warns the bearer of coming climatic changes such as storms (again if unbalancing I will remove).

Setting down his quill once more, Tiramir reclined in his chair, and propping up Darkest Darkness began to happily read away.

Semink returned and gave Bradas the ruby he requested. "Great!" Bradas said. "I don't care about the money, money won't help me during the upcoming battles."

Semink also told him that both he and Trebbits thought that Fadril would be the best person to join the group. Or Darak. But Bradas agreed with Fadril. "I'm sure he will make a great companion" he said.

Bradas agreed to the idea of making Fadril the fourth member. So it was decided. The group would be Semink, Trebbits, Bradas and Fadril.
"Remember, if you are hungry, you can always take some of the apples i brought when i went to the forest. I got around 10, i can't eat all of the myself. They are at one of the campfires outside, in a bag.

Feeling hungry, Bradas walked to the campfire and took an apple from the bag. At that moment Fadril approached him. He asked Bradas to enchant a compass for him. "It will take some time, but i think i can do it. And in case Semink or Trebbits haven't told you yet, you are in the group now. Welcome. When we are all together again, i will give you the compass back, enchanted the way you just described."

With the compass just received and the apple he just took, Bradas walked down the stairs of the laboratory. Somewhere in the back stood a large bookshelf with books related to magic. Taking both a book about Mysticism and Enchanting, Bradas sat down at a table near by and started reading, chewing on a piece of the apple.

mordred became a bit agitated after twice not being turned down from a group but just ignored he had enough of it. He grabbed a table and pushed it to the middle of the room. he jumped on it.
and shouted so anyone could hear

"Ok everyone listen up." he waited a moment before continuing
"if every one that doesn't have a group please gather here. I have enough of everytime that I want to join a group that I'm just being ignored. I sugest we just quickly form a group, and started our adventure"
Mordred calmed down a bit and drank the remainig blood in his vail on his belt in one gulp.

"sorry, I just got a bit carried a way, but this has taken to long for my feeling.
but stil, I meant what I said, so if everyone just lays down a note on the table with his form and with who he would like to be in a group with then we can get this over with."

Mordred took a gulp of blood from the vail hanging behind his back on his belt. his blood was boiling but he supressed his insticts and jumped of the table. He layed a pile of empty forms down and a quil and ink pot.
then he wrote his own note and looked to the other people who joined him around the table

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Name Mordred Kaides
Race Dunmer/vampire
Age 122
weapon/s Deadric dagger
armour some sturdy black clothes and a black cloak
Potions standerd magicka restoration(6)
scrolls none
enchanted items A black cloak enchanted to protect against the sun
other a quarter gallon vail of blood(2)
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