"How fortunate for an adventurer like myself. No profit in the easy jobs anyway," he replies. He looks over the form, then walks over to a nearby table to fill it out. He returns, the requested information given, if a bit briefly.

Name: Aseir Mristar
Contact Information: Right here.
Who to tell if you die? I'll explain it to my gods myself.

"As for weapons and uniform, I need niether. My own weapons are all I need, and your uniforms would do nothing but make me a target."

He takes a plate of food and picks a quiet corner of the room to eat. Though he doesn't speak to anyone, his eyes constantly search the room, studying each of his comrades... or competition...

Morgoth eyes the nord strangely.....

(from his Pack* Morgoth writes an entry in his journal of today


OOC: I get it,peregrine

-sludgewort,this time

Karath watches the newcomer and the others from a seperated corner of the room.

Soon one of the sergeants enters a room. He has a while checking his list he looks around. He knods to the guards as he sees that they're all in the room.

Another guard that accompagnied him steps forward and shouts

"Allright ladies, we have a big day tomorrow! I suggest you all get some rest and enjoy it. It will be one of the few times you'll be able to sleep feeling secure..."

Some of the men and women mumble something but then take of to their barracks. You decide to do the same. As you pass by the two sergeants you hear them whispering.

"Things arent going well in Asgard, the Mista-line is being hit with everything they have..."
"What? I just can't believe a nomad people is causing all of this..."

ooc> I thought I was already in the barracks?

Torvild rises from where he thought he had been meant to sleep and staggers to where he is meant to sleep. He says nothing to anyone. He notices that there is another Nord or half-Nord. Fortunately it is unlikely he knows of Torvild's role in Skyrim. If he does...

Tolvild just has to hope he didn't assassinate anyone the new arrival cared about.

Karath, being uneducated in milatry doings, sits still for a while then follows the Wood-Elf out to the barracks. He spends the night curled up in a guards bed skaking as his phobia takes hold.

Morgoth soon after notices Karath`s Strange actions and runs over to him:

my god,...whats happening...

*starts shacking him.

Quck get a medic or something,quick!

"I'm fine....I....I just...I don't like guards.....They make me really scared" Karath sputters out.

What..the guards?,you mean the imperial guards?

"A....any guards.....I'm sleeping in a barracks.........." karath stutters.

you do not need to, Imperial guards are just legion Guards!!

The only guards that should scare you are the ordinators!!

come on,lets get you out of here

As Karath gets up and moves his phobia dimishies. and he explains, "All my live I've lived on the streets hiding from guards I've seen the be cruel, I probably have little to fear from theswe but I can't help it...."

Aseir laughs at the overheard comments about "harmless Imperial guards." He turns to address the man who said them. "I wouldn't trust them so blindly... Imperials are just as capable and willing to put a sword in your back as any other guards..."

He picks a bed and lays down to sleep, weapons set within easy reach.

As you all go to sleep, the waves of the night roll over Morrowind. All what was noisy and alive now went to silence and sleep. While the moon and stars look over Morrowind the night passes calmly with only a drunk here and there to break the silence.

You dream of the coming adventures, mistery's and any pleasures you might encounter but suddenly your dreams are shattered by the horn of a trompet. The door of your barrack slams open and a dril-sergeant enters.

<Rise and Shine, boys and girls! You have 40 minutes to get yourself washed up and get your pack ready. After 40 minutes I want to see everybody packed and ready in the cantina. There you can have your breakfast and you shall also receive a package of food for on the boat. Lose it and you'll be sailing on an empty stomach!>

You mumble and cleary have troubles waking up. You hear severals yawns around you. Some men stand up and go wash themselves, others ignore the warning and stay in bed for another 5 minutes.. You decide get yourself up rather fast so you'll be the first ones to arrive in the cantina. Afteral, everybody hates long waiting-lines.

Karath rises, skips washing, as hygine isn't too imprtant on the streets. And heads down for breakfast.

*Morgoth jumps up and starts madly putting his armour on* then walks over to where breakfast is being served

Torvild takes his time, bathing and shaving with great care. He can be patient when there is no alternative. Provided these 'sandflies' he has teamed up with have not devoured all there is on offer, he will take the morning as it comes. While no one is looking he spills a little flin into his hands and wipes it around his face. Image - always remember to maintain the image.

To Karath he says: "Child, if something bothers you, learn not to show it. There's plenty of less than honourable people in this world who'll use your weaknesses for their own advantage. Don't let them find out."

He moves on to get some food.

Rather the free food than the treath gives Metthaï the sign of a new day...'if they are gonna feed us that much..i've no need for this merchandice.' and he trows the armor and sword in the corner. He trows some water over his face and starts looking for the food.

looks at the armour and weopon being hurtled into the corner then mutters under his voice "no way to treat armour aand weopons"

Karath glares at Torvild and mutters, "If I coulds top I would....I can't help it" Then looks around eagerly for the food.

(OOC: Remember it is a phobia.....It is really hard to get over that kinda' fear)

Aseir half sits up and looks around, obviously not fully awake yet. The early morning wake up demand is a major change from his usual schedule, and he doesn't seem too willing to leave his bed. Finally, deciding the thought of a missed breakfast is worse than a little missed sleep, he collects his weapons from the floor beside him and heads for the food.

As you men enjoy a quiete decent breakfast, at least better then what you've heard, some troopers carry around packages and divide it among the men and women.

You take the package and put it away safely in your bag. Not much later one of the sergeants steps forward.

<Listen up! Yesterday you were divided into 4 groups! You were also told what ship you would be sailing on. Squad one shall be sailing onto the Defender, second squad on the Noc'Ta, squad three on the Holy Seagull and squad four on the Euthopia! Squad one, gather up on the courtyard!>

You watch how the recruits of the first squad take up their gear and head for the courtyard. After 10 minutes second squad is called to the yard, followed by the thirth and at last the fourth where you are among.

<Allright, ladies! Get in formation! This aint some barnfestival!>

As you march to the docks you find a rather great surprise. Appearantly the Imperials were about to use four battleschips instead of four carriers to bring you men to Asgard. You are quiete impressed by the size and appearance of the ships.

While admiring the ships you walk on the plank to the Euthopia's deck.

Torvild walks onto the ship with the occasional theatrical lurch to suggest early inebriation. Not that the Imperials seem either to notice or care. He wonders what desperate plight the fighting is in that they will take callow boys and drunkards for their forces.

At least he will have no problem with the sea. Nords stand in the teeth of gales and sing hearty songs of yo ho ho and rum tum tum. And the more the ship rolls the more fervent the singing.

Torvild hasn't had much to sing about of late. It would be nice to want to sing again.

While admiring the ships you walk on the plank to ..Sliip.."oho"..plens..
You see Metthaï slip from the plank and falling in to the water..

Those who look will see a blue shine where he hit the water, a couple small waves later there is nothing to see anymore.

'So.. that made the day, now just have to look for a quiet place to get out of the water'. And those impdogs realy tougth i was going over the great waters..
so far..no chance'.
Metthaï starts looking underwater for a safe place along shore...

To Mettax: As you crawl out of the water you find three pairs of Imperial boots in front of you. You curse yourself for not paying more attention.

Soon you're back on the ship with your squademate's.

*smothers a laugh at Methiia*..hehe...

Shakes his head at the escape attempt and goes aboard, staying as far from any officers as possible.

As the wind gets caught in the sails of the ships, anker is lifted and the voyage to Sofia, trough the Sea of the Damned, to Asgard begins, where you shall meet either victory or death.

Luckely, you dont have much to do on board but to sit, play a deck of cards or enjoy the calmness of the ocean.
Altough you noticed that there are more soldiers aboard this ship than on the others.

As you sit down to enjoy the shining of the sun on your face, one of the crew sits down next to you.

<Going to Asgard, eh mate's? Well good luck to ya... As much as I've heard things aint pretty around there. The Mista-line is taking one hit after the other and rumor goes that they are about to fall. I find it quite remarquebale since it's the very same army that the Empire fears is now almost being overrun by a nomadic people... What's wrong with that picture?>

One of the officers looks down from the bridge and see's the crewman sitting a side you.

<Mister Rolus, unless you wear a soldiers armor you have some work to do>

Rolus looks up and sighs.

<Ayay, Sir!>

He gets up and prepares himself to go back to his duty's but before he leaves he turns around one last time.

<There is more going on than they make you believe...>

"Pah!" Torvild looks after the man, a sneer on his face. "There are these fools who like to frighten the raw recruits. Anyone who knows a thing about goverment knows that there is always more going than the grunts get told. Sometimes even the ones who think they are in charge don't know. In my - er - previous career - I never got to Asgard. Does anyone know much about the place?"

He looks at the party hopefully.

"Never left Vvardenfal. Never even been on a boat expect from Vivec to Ebonheart" Karath says glumly, "And now I'm stuck going to war......." He mutters in a barely audible voice.

OOC: sorry for the lack of posts

Khamir listening to all that has been going on trying to get a feel for the true situation. He is begging to feel that there will be more to this trip than a mere war but whose he to have those feelings, he grew up farming. He hears Torvild ask something about Asgard and if anyone knew anything about it.

"No, have never left my home untill i saw the flier promising free food, weapons, and armor. Never really thought to ask before we left what the place was like either."

In contrast to many of the uneasy soldiers onboard, Aseir seems perfeclty at home on the boat. He stands silent watch on the top deck, eyes locked on the horizon. He seems to be looking for something... but what remains unknown...

After a while, he sits down against the railing and pulls a book and pen from a pocket in his cloak. He begins writing something, book held carefully at an angle where nobody can read it.

For days you sail on the seas, to the east, to Asgard. However after a few days the crew of the ship seems to becoming restless. They were approaching Asgard but also the Sea of the Damned.

Many ships had found their doom on these waters, mostly pirates and other scum but some ships just disappeared...
The crew remained on high alert and every night several guards were set out.

Fortunatly for you things seem to remain rather calm and on one morning you wake up and you see the woman you have seen before in Ebonheart standing at the bow of the ship. She's enjoying the sea's sent and the breeze that softly slides by her skin.

sitting in a large coil of rope morgoth slowly falls alsleep

Karath, after getting his sea legs finds a nice nitch and watches the sea move by.

Couriosity finally gets the best of Khamir and since the female seems to know of this Asgard he decides that he should ask her what the terrain is like. Walking twoards her yet not getting to close for he wouldn't want to frighten her, yet he knows that she could cut him down and not think twice about it. Getting close enough that she could hear him he shouts, "Excuse me Miss...I am sorry for being so rude but the soldiers on this ship have been inquiring for a few days on what exactly it is like in Asgard. What the climate is like what the people are like. We well I have heard that you come from that part of the world. Will you be kind enough as to tell us alittle bit about your home?" Khamir then stops and hopes that he didn't offend the woman he now addressed.

Torvild eyes a weevilly biscuit evilly. "They didn't say the voyage was so long we would all end up with ricketts and scabies. I have no fear of the sea but the scenery is decidedly dull and idling the time away in games of chance has no interest for me."

Seeing Khamir approach the Asgardian, he moves closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.

The woman turns her head and looks you straight in the heart. She has a strong look and blue eyes. Then she turns her head away from you...

As you disappointed walk away you hear her voice, a calm and soft voice with a Nord accent.

<Ever wandered trough the shinny grazelands? A lot like the Plains only that the Plains are greener. The Marshes are one nasty swamp and Marouan is a highland, green and gray, grassy and rocky and then there are the dark Fire Mountains, nasty moutains with a lot of lava. The sun shines a lot but it rains from time to time and when it rains it is as the Gods are fighting. When it rains it comes with thunder and lightning, several times in the month, sometimes three whole days...
But let the rain not scare you, I would never want to live somewhere else...>

By the last sentence you notice how the memory's brought up weren't all greeny lands and the shining of the sun.
She then stops talking and stares over the sea again...

<It was a nice place...>

Khamir was taken in by her blue eyes and the passion that she spoke with. He stands were he stopped when she began to speak and then he decided to reply to what she had just said.

"I am sorry my Lady for I did not mean to bring up what seems to have disturbed you so. Yet, the way you speak of your home land....It was amazing. Your passion alone seems to make this trip worth going. I may be but a farmer but in time I only hope to feel the way about a home the way you feel about yours. I had only joined this fight because of reasons that are not what they should have been but i will if need be give my life for you and your home." Khamir finished.

Khamir pauses and then starts to walk away to find a place were he can sit and think on things that she has said.

The words that register with Torvild are the last. "It was a nice place." But what is it now? He idly whittles at a piece of wood producing a small flute. Who knows? Perhaps they will need music to keep up their spirits in what will surely be dark days to come.

*starts Sharpening his sabre*

As days passed you wake up one morning and see a magnificent city on the horizon, enclosing rather fast. Many soldiers noticed it too and run to the front bow.

<Look! It's Sofia! We have made it!>

Some men cheer, other men keep their minds to their own for they know that the worst still hast to come.

After a few hours the four battleships dock in the harbor of the port called Sofia. You notice how Sofia is a lot bigger than Vivec and defenitly more crowded. Altough the sphere is not as it should be. No happy traders seeking fortune, no women selling lust on the dock. However there are tradeships dropping of supply's... You see barrels of food, crates of armor, groups of soldiers marching by, mostly to war. For a few minutes you all stand a bit lost on the dock but soon an Imperial officer marches over.

<These are the reinforcements from Morrowind? Very well then, follow me!>

You march trough the streets, unknowingly where to. After turning in some streets you all of a sudden stand on a huge square, problably the market but as you walk over it you are struck by horror.

Wounded men and women take over more than half of the market, the marketsoil is almost totally colored by blood. While walking by, you cannot find any words how to describe this... Not even the most experience among you.

Ughh,Wha......uh.....ouhh

Karath, haveing never seen the likes, turns away to choke down vomit.

To Karath: At that moment one of the guards, who you fear so much, taps you on the shoulder.

<Let's go, son. I know it ain't pretty but standing around here like that wont do you much good.>

You look up and the guard smiles to you in somekind of fatherly way. He leads you back to the others while supporting you with his arm.

After the terrible sight on the market place you are led further, towards the outskirts of town. Finally you see a rather large encampment, a lot of activity and a lot of tents. You see the waving banner of the Empire but also a black flag with a silver bird onto it. You guess it'll problably be the Asgardian flag.

The closer you get, the thicker the activity gets, you see a lot of Imperial soldiers, some are lot like you but there seem to be much more well trained troopers.

You keep marching in line towards a capital tent where several officers seem to be discussing. Two tables are put in front of it.

Your leading officer gestures you to stop while he walks over to one of the tables.

<And what do we have here?>
<Morrowind legion, additional reinforcements.>
<Ah yes! We've been expecting you. Your encampment is on terrain seven, field B. You will find all the equipment needed on the field. Tho, you'll have to set up the tents yourself.>
<Very well, how are things going down the front?>
<Actually, we dont know... We didnt heard anything from them for quiete some days now. This is either very good or terribly bad.>
<I see... Well thanks.>
<You're most welcome, commander.>

After his little conversation with one of the officers behind the table your commanding officer returns to you.

<Allright men, let's go! We better hurry to set up our tents before night falls.>

After saying that he leads you to terrain seven, field B where you find your tents indeed, tho not set up.

<Allright! These are tents for 7 men per tent! Chose some sleepingbuddy's and then get your tent up! And hurry up! We dont have all day!>

After choking down vomit, and fear. Karath stands in the feild looking around tring yto figure out exactly how to pitch a tent, who he'll be wiht, and thinking over why he is there....

Torvild snorts in disgust. Has he got to share a tent with boys?

Glancing about he sees that most of his companions are young. Indeed the average age of the soldiers appears younger than he expected, whatever that might mean.

He groans at Karath's cack-handed efforts. "Let me do it, child. Can I ask why you are here? You don't really seem right for this sort of campaign to me. Are you good with a sword? I suppose I could train you a bit if it will help."

He puts up the tent smartly.

"Have you ever killed before?"

The boat-trip, the market of horror, all the walking ..it made Metthaï very tired,
He sit down close to Torvild who seem to have no problem with the thing on the floor they call tent.."I always tougth ye needed a mage to make such a thing..but you seem to handle it pritty good my big friend, do you mind if i sleep in your creation this night."
Without waiting he turns his head to karath and back .."And that BOY seems to have a passion for kniving...(mumbling)made that pritty clear..but that would make a good tale not?.. 'boy with knive in the frontline'. "
Than he turns his head back to karath.."do you have any experience with the bow young fella..?"

*Turns around sharply from a corner of the tent*

yes, as torivld mentioned, Why are you here if you cant even look at a guard without a chill running through your Back, I ment no offence to this either

Karath looks around at his questioners, "I went after a rich man without making sure there weren't any guards.... Yes, I've killed, No I'm bad witha bow but I can throw my knives well."