Accidentaly double posted, someone delete this please.

Arodom looked back behind him at the town he had came from. The egg mine, the silt strider, and the shops, but he kept going, following the man who had dissapeared into the waterfall.

OOC: @Evilsincarnation: I thought you were in the woods

Duriel had been leaping around the roof tops looking for rich people when he found his way to a back alley near the temple.

He saw Tarkél's plight and quickly formulated a plan.

He snuck up an Orc and put his knife perpendicular to the orc's throat.

"Leave himm alonne orrr the grrreen one getss itt inn the throat!" Duriel hissed at the group.

"Oh, the elf's got himself a pet!" said the leader orc and laughed with his friends. The threatened orc seemed a bit unhappy though and watched his friends with a questioning look. "Let him go, and you both leave unharmed", said the leader and pressed his foot against Tarkél's chest. Duriel didn't move, so the smile went of the orcish face as quick as it had come. He started to move a bit towards Duriel and his companion, this made him loose his foot a little. "You let him go, or else your elf here is dead."

The silence after his words were broken by a loud scream of pain. Tarkél had very quickly drawn his small, long steel knife and shoved it all the way into the orc's bone, cutting through both armor and flesh. At this point, Duriel had already put the orc's life to an end with a swift cut. As he rose to his feet, Tarkél felt a hard blow in his back by an orc club. He flew into the wall and almost crushed a shoulder.

When he got up and realised what had happened, Duriel had already kicked down another orc, cutted one, and scared away the rest. "Thank you, I owe you my life", whispered Tarkél when Duriel helpt him out of the alley and into the busy streets. "Wait a minute, I need my.." he started to say, but Duriel held out a hand, and in it was.. "my pouch." They smiled at eachother and hurried away.

OOC: sorry I controlled your character a bit, but it wasn't that bad.. was it?

As Eiade walked downstairs, Isaac went down a few corridors to reach the shrine of (jeeze some shrine in the upstairs part of gnisis witha mask or something? lol.)
He payed tribute to it and found him self a kneeler to pray to the gods. After a few minutes of praying he walked downstairs feeling much more healthier than he had before. He saw Eiade and went to join her as they waited for Tyjet.

Sorrion knew the others had gone their seperate ways, so he headed to the smith to have his weapon repaired.
"excuse me, is there anyone here good with weapons", Sorrion asked as he walked up the man at the counter.
"Ay, I can fix that weapon up for ya, It might cost a pretty penny. That tis a nice sword you have".
"Thank you"
Sorrion waited for a bit and walked out with his sword almost as good as new. Now he headed onward to the tradehouse. As he walked by, he saw Duriel, the kahjiit he had met, and Tarkel. They appeared to have had a little trouble, so he walked up to them.
"Had some trouble", he asked in a curious tone.

Tyjet looked around the temple and got a few things here and a few things there (soma ash yams, and bittergreen petals). He walked over to where Isaac and Eiade were standing. They had been waiting for him (OOC: ahhhhh.... so nice!). "Sorry, how about one more stop for supplies?"

The three walked out and watched as Apache bargined with a woman about moonsugar...

Tyjet pointed over to Fort Darius... "Let's go in there, they have plenty of stuff, more herbs and stuff. Plus they have some of the best potions in this region."

Tyjet walk over knowing this wasn't the smartest thing to do... This would just spark his anger for the cult... He just hoped no one would mention Yomia...

"Had some trouble?" said Tarkél, almost laughing. "If Duriel here hadn't found me, I would probably not be standing here. You see, I got beaten up by some orcs in a dark alley, and Duriel saved my life." He felt his chest and cried out in pain. "Broken bones everywhere, that damn orc wasn't small." He grabbed a bottle from his belt and drank from it, then tried to stand straight, but almost immediatly had to crouch again. "Let's go to that Tradehouse, should we? I haven't eaten anything in almost three days now."

Meanwhile, Élsúch had made his way over to the fort, he was now sitting outside it, eating crabmeat and bread. When he leaned back against a big rock, one of the guards came up to him with an angry look in his face. "What are you doing here, elf?", he asked. "I'm eating, as you may have seen. Do I bother you and your friends guarding this fort?" said Élsúch as polite as possible, it wouldn't be wise to start a fight here. "Well don't sit around all day, would you?", said the irritated guard.

As Isaac, Eiade and Tyjet walked into the fort, Isaac remembered that his robe had been ripped earlier on. He said to them quickly, "Ah my robe...Uh you guys, would you mind picking me up some supplies while you're in there. I dont have anything specific in mind so just get me what your getting. I'll pay you back for it later. I'm gonna go see if i can get this robe mended..." Isaac's voice trailed off as he walked towrds(sp?) the local clothier. On his way to the clothier he saw his companions going about their bussiness. Tarkel was holding his chest and talking to the Imperial and Duriel, while Elsuch was being bothered by a guard. When he took the time to think about his condition and his groups predicament, he laughed at himself.

OOC: @Fishystick: no problem, you made me look good!

"Allwaysss willing to help a frriend."

Duriel searched around for his flask and found it on his belt. He realized that it was empty so he looked around for Isaac and saw him walking towards the clothier. Duriel ran over to him.

"My flasssk iss emmpty, any place you can fill it?" He whispered to Isaac.

OOC: sorry you guys i couldnt get on last night. the computer . but good news is its looks like i might be finall getting a job this means after a few pay checks i can get my new computer and toss this piece of shit aside!

Apache walked over to Duriel.

"you should be able to fill that up at the tavern, Ill acompany you there if ou would like"

Apache looked around at the buildings and people walking the street. He quickly took count oof the guards and possible threats and people to mug. 4 guards in one area, and many people in fine clothing walk the street. One noble looking man carry a big sword. He grinned at this.

"If not i may have some "business" to attend too" Apache stated

"I am sorrry, this is a special formula. Only Isaac can fill it. Do you happen to have any salltrice?"

"One or Two pieces" Apache answered. with that he gave them to Duriel.
"Well i belive i shall attend to some "business" then if nobobys needs me"

With that Apache began walking towards the largest house he first saw.

OOC: I didn't really need to go to the fort... we'll just pretend that I separated from you two once we got out of the temple.

IC:

Eiade briskly walked over to the tradehouse, and entered. She walked up to the owner, and bought saltrice, hound meat, and lots of scrib jerky. Then she sat down her travelling belt on a table on the right side of the room, and waited for the others.

A dark elf walked up to her.
"I have a deal for you," said the dunmer. "This ring." He showed her a ring in his hand, silver with red detail, and glimmering green. "I will sell it to you for a bargain price!" As he said this he suspiciously looked around. "100 septims! Half the price of this enchanted item!" He whispered harshly. "They call it a Shadowweave Ring. Use it and you will blend in with your surroundings and be harder to hit! Chameleon and Sanctuary! Very useful for a stealth user like you!" The dunmer scanned the room again. He sounded suspicious. And shady. But it was an excellent and most useful-sounding item. And cheap.
"Hmm... I would say that you stole that from someone, and you're trying to get rid of it before you are caught," she said. He looked her in the eye, trying to tell whether or not she would be difficult.
"However, I will buy this off of you. That could be handy at some point in time." With that she pulled two fifty-septim pieces out of her bag, and put it in the dark elf's hand, and he dropped the ring in hers.
"Thank you!" He said. And with that he briskly walked away. Just minutes after he left, a few guards came through, asking people if they saw a suspicious-looking dunmer trying to sell something. She was a theif herself when it was neccesary, so she understood. She told the guards nothing of him.

Oh! She almost forgot. Her halberd needed a little sharpening. It was still sharp and deadly as ever, but had a few nicks and scrapes in it. Eyesores. She put on her travelling belt once more, and headed outside, where she saw some others having trouble with guards. Then she started to wonder where she could find an armorer. Apache was coming her way.
"Apache," she said. "Where is the armorer in this town?"

"The armorer?, Isnt it right there?" Apache said pointing north to a house that had a sign with a hammer and anvil on it.
"well ill just be on my way now....." Apache said

"time to earn some extra coin" Apache thought to him self. He walk over to the closets house and examied the door. "locked" he thought to himself. He turned around to see if any guard was eyeing him. None were. First he cast an invisibilty spell on himself now he couldnt be seen unless he didnt somthing next he faced the door and cast his favourtie unlocking spell. The door unlocked but he became visible again, but it didnt matter he got the door unlocked and thats all that mattered. He entered

The inside of the house was very. He got to work as fast as he could. a locked chest on top of the drawers containd 100 gold, he took them with out remorse. In a cuburd next to some shein, sujamma, and mazte, he found 2 cycalldilc brandys, he added these to his pockets, and closed the cubords gently. Next to the bed on the table he saw somthing flass out of the corner of his eye, he walked over to the bedside table. There was a ring on it gleaming with magic. He slipped it over his fingures, hed test its power later.

He pressed his ear next to the door before leaving. He wanted to make sure noboddy saw him come in or out, but then he heard a voice. "guards guards! come quick my house is unlocked there might be a theif inside my house!" Apache jumped away from the door and cast an inviiblity spell on himself at the same time. The door broke open, "thief were are you!" the guard captain shouted. the guards quickly stormed the house and began to search, but they left the door open. Apache darted out the open door

Has-Big-Axe strutted up to the smith, showing off himself and his armour at their most flattering angles. The smith instantly recognised his longtime Argonian customer and rushed to greet him. "Mister Has-Big-Axe, you've returned! I have managed to obtain those darts you ordered. I got them from some roving adventurer or the other..." Has-Big-Axe cut him short,
"I'd like my armour and axe repaired. I'd like as many daedric darts as you have and I'd like 4 of those hammers and prongs please." The smith, smiling like a madman - mainly because the Argonian was such a source of income for him - and skipping about in glee, took the Argonian's armour and axe and put them on his anvil. He went to a small chest behind his counter and got out 10 daedric darts which he handed over to Has-Big-Axe. The Argonian handed him a heavy bag of coins for the rare darts. The smith happily took the money and went over to another chest full of armourer's hammers. "That'd be Grandmaster's as usual sir?" The Argonian nodded and the smith pulled out four heavy and ornate hammers from the chest and handed them over to the Argonian who gave him another bag of coins. "The repair costs are in their as well". The smith smiled and nodded and went to the anvil to repair the armour and axe.

Has-Big-Axe stood about waiting for the smith to finish. He fancied that he could hear faint shouting and the sounds of fighting but ignored them and put them down to his own tiredness. The smith stood up with the newly repaired and polished armour and axe, Has-Big-Axe thanked him and put the armour back on. Curious of the noice that he heard, he walked to one of the back-alleys of Gnisis, towards the noice.

Eiade trotted over to the armorer, as Has-Big-Axe came out, and entered. Walking up to the counter, she said, "Touch up on this halberd, please." The smith took the halberd, and within minutes, fixed all the nicks and scrapes, and honed the cutting edge of the weapon.
"That'll be 9 septims." A fair price. She handed over the appropiate amount of gold, took her halberd, and went outside.

She had been thinking about it, and her conscience was arguing with her, but she eventually decided to do it. She would do some thievery. She walked over to a semi-circle of houses, where no guards were. Only one wasn't locked, and she quietly opened the door. Her eyes immediately began to scan for anything valuble or useful, but all she found were dishes, bottles, cheap food, and cheap whiskey. This wasn't exactly the life of luxury. Then, she saw a chest, next to the hammock where the person slept. The lock was that complex at all, which was good because she hadn't specialized in security (ooc: she only minored in it). She pulled out her journeyman's lockpick and got to work. With a few twists and tweaks, the lock opened with a loud click, and she opened the chest. A single necklace. Glowing purple. She looked at it in awe. It was made with a leather string, and had colored luminescent stones and ivory beads.

She heard footsteps. Someone coming up the stairs from a lower level. That's why it wasn't locked! The occupant was still inside! She pocketed the necklace, closed the chest which locked itself upon closure, instinctively cast Shadowweave upon herself with her ring, and without a sound, leapt back behind the big oven in the middle of the house.

Silence.

He hesitated at the top of the stairs. He had heard something. He stepped towards his chest, which was to his left, and began opening the lock, and she moved to her right to keep the oven between she and the owner of the house. She was now next to the door. A good time to leave. Keeping her head down, she approached the door, and opened it.

"Hey!" Shouted the man. He sounded like a Breton. She closed the door, and instead of flat out running away, she grabbed the overhang over the door, and leapt up onto the house. She ran over the top of the house, and slid down the other side, landing gracefully on the ground. She ran behind all the houses to get back to the center of town. The man was still looking around for a thief. Just as the shadowweave spell wore off, she entered the center courtyard of the town, and walked across to the tradehouse once more. She entered, picked a table in the corner near the door, set her travelling belt down, and sat. She pulled the necklace out of her pocket, and put it on. She immediately felt lighter. It was a feather enchantment. Constant effect. Not too shabby. She waited for her companions.


OOC: This is an actual amulet that I made in-game, but I just called it a necklace. Feather 30 pts CE. If you think that's too much, Fishystick, just PM me and I'll lose it somehow.

OOC: That's ok, it wouldn't be such a spectacular party if no one found had anything special.

IC:Élsúch had just finished his meal and decided to try to find someone who could sell him a few arrows when he heard someone screaming for the guards to come. "Thief? I hope that doesn't mean.." he stopped and saw Apache run out an open door in front of him. Élsúch smiled and waited for him to come close. "What have you been up to now?", he asked when they hurried into an alley. "It isn't good to draw to much attention, you know."

Isaac heard Duriels voiced behind him and his thoughts temporarilt ceased. "Of course Duriel! Isaac said with anticipation as he rummaged through the pockets of his torn robe. He pulled out a large unmarked container and stared at it for a few seconds. "Ah yes! this is it!" Isaac said as he handed it to Duriel. "It's a new formula i made when we left the group earlier. good stuff, good stuff... Although, it may make you feel a bit light headed when you first try it my friend." Isaac warned him. "You can throw away the container once you transfer the stuff." He finished as he walked away.

Isaac entered the clothier a few minutes later and walked up to the counter. On sight of Isaac's glass armour, the clothier started, "I dont fix armour..." She said coldly before Isaac cut her off.
"I need this robe mended." He stated briefly. The clothier laghed at his statement and replied,"I dont have the kind of materiels to fix that!" You'll have to find somemore more expirience than me." Her tone suddenly changed as she realized she was getting rid of a customer.
"Thanks anyway." Isaac said as he left the store thining...I could always go to the fine clothier in Tel Aruhn(sp?) He decided that would be the best course of action.

Isaac heard Duriels voiced behind him and his thoughts temporarilt ceased. "Of course Duriel! Isaac said with anticipation as he rummaged through the pockets of his torn robe. He pulled out a large unmarked container and stared at it for a few seconds. "Ah yes! this is it!" Isaac said as he handed it to Duriel. "It's a new formula i made when we left the group earlier. good stuff, good stuff... Although, it may make you feel a bit light headed when you first try it my friend." Isaac warned him. "You can throw away the container once you transfer the stuff." He finished as he walked away.

Isaac entered the clothier a few minutes later and walked up to the counter. On sight of Isaac's glass armour, the clothier started, "I dont fix armour..." She said coldly before Isaac cut her off.
"I need this robe mended." He stated briefly. The clothier laghed at his statement and replied,"I dont have the kind of materiels to fix that!" You'll have to find somemore more expirience than me." Her tone suddenly changed as she realized she was getting rid of a customer.
"Thanks anyway." Isaac said as he left the store thining...I could always go to the fine clothier in Tel Aruhn(sp?) He decided that would be the best course of action.

OOC: Eiade, no crime goes unpunished lol

IC:

The Breton homeowner rushed out from his home and looked around at the people milling past. He spotted Eiade and hesitated. However, from the way that she looked back at him he called out loudly, "STOP THIEF!!"

Eiade bolted. Has-Big-Axe walking out from an alley behind the Temple heard the cry and put the flat of his axeblade infront of the flash of bolting Bosmer. Eiade sprinted full pace into the axeblade, went headlong over it and landed on her face, winded. Has-Big-Axe raised his axe but then lowered it again noticing that it was Eiade. The Breton man had come running up to them but when noone was looking, the Argonian punched with his spiky daedric gauntlets and the man fell unconscious. Has-Big-Axe propped hmi up in the alleyway and went to speak to Eiade, "What did you steal?".

"A necklace," she said, breathing heavily. "I haven't stolen anything in a long time, and I've forgotten how it leaves one's conscience!" With that Eiade put 100 gold pieces in a bag, and set it in the unconcious man's lap.
"That should give him a happy awakening. What do you think?"

Tarkél had made his way to the tradehouse with Duriel to wait for their companions when two off the orcs they had fought before came in through the door, talking loudly. "I'm telling you, we should have just ended his life!", said one of them. "But what about his damn friend that came to save him?", answered the other one, obviously enraged about his friend.

They walked up to the counter and ordered some drinks, then continued talking. "Gra'Bugol is dead, we have no other business here, let's head back home.
Just as they said this, one of them spotted Tarkél and Duriel sitting by a table. He pointed at them and whispered something to his friend. They both watched the two travelers and then walked towards them.

"You should have gone straight home.", Tarkél said. The closest orc layed his hand on a big wooden club in his belt, but stopped when he saw his friend looking towards the door with a bit of fear in his eyes. Three guards had just entered the tradehouse and laughed loudly at something that a fourth guard had told them. The two orcs watched eachother, and then leaved the building.

Duriel took a swig og his flask and the fur on the back of his neck stood up.

"Whew, that iss good stuff."

Duriel got up and gave each of the guards 25 gold. Then he returned to his seat.

"A nice little insentive." he whispered to Tarkel.

Sorrion was rushing over to the tradehouse and saw two orcs leaving in a rush. He opened the door. He saw Duriel and Tarkal. They looked quite pleased with themselves. He walked up to the bartender and asked for some rat meat and mead. The bartender handed them over, and Sorrion walked over to his two companions.
"What is with that look", He asked the two.

"We'rrre alivvve, I may be a good thief but I'm no fighter."

"Well.. I almost got beaten to death by a few orcs, then Duriel here saved me. Two of the orcs came in here, thought to start a fight, then those guards", he pointed at the loud guards by the counter, "scared them away." At this point, he smiled at Duriel and walked up to the counter to get himself something to drink.

When he returned, he sat down and quickly grabbed his chest, spilling some mead on the floor. "Seems like everyone wants me beaten up, don't you think?", he said and smiled. The door opened, and in came Élsúch. He looked around and spotted the friends at the table, so he came over to sit with them. "So, anyone else he.." he stopped when he saw Tarkél's beaten up figure.

"What happened to you?", he asked and watched him. "I almost got beat to death by a couple of orcs, then Duriel saved me.", Tarkél answered without any change in his face. Élsúch was about to open his mouth again, but suddenly, the door flew open and in walked the leader orc from the alley and three of his friends. "You damn elf, you should've never stabbed me with that damn knife!", he screamed and pointed towards Tarkél with his sword.

Duriel leapt from his seat on to the bar.

"You shall not harrm any of my frriends. I advise you to leave at once!" He hissed at the orc.

The guards looked over at the scene that was begining to develop.

"Well he did give us some money, we should help him." said one of he guards.

The guards got up and stood between the two groups.

"We don't want any trouble here guys, just go over to the temple and get yourself fixed up, I'm sure it was just an accident." said the other guard.

The orc watched him and said something to one of the orcs behind him on their native tounge, and the orc ran out of the tradehouse. The leader turned back to the guard and a big grin spread across his face. With one swing from his sword, he cut off two guards heads and then, swiftly, kicked a third in the chest with a big, metal boot. The last guard, completely overwhelmed, stood no chance against the two other orcs that bashed him unconcious(that's how you spell it, right?).

"Now, you and your friends stand not a chance.", he said and wiped his sword clean on a table cloth. "If you haven't noticed, we are four, and you are three, that gives us the upper hand.", said an enraged Élsúch and grabbed his bow. Just then, the orc that had left, came back, followed by another two orcs. "Now we are six versus four, and this time, we wont underestimate you and your lousy pack of drunken boxers." said the biggest orc and the friends saw as one of the newly arriwed orcs grabbed a huge axe, obviously made out of iron, from his back and swinged it a little.

The fight was very swift and very well-done, considering the fact that it was uneven numbers. Sorrion draw his katana and swinged against the biggest orc, but he was hit in the side by another's club. Duriel jumped over a table and kicked the club out of his hand, just to get grabbed by the leg and almost thrown right into Tarkél. Élsúch had not even loaded an arrow before he was rammed by the leader orc in the stomach.

OOC:I'll leave it up to you guys to controll your own character's now.

OOC: why didnt anyone tell me i double posted? ol well.

Isasc walked on through Gnisis looking around and attempting to plat a course that would give him the oppurtunity to get his robe mended while at the same time achieving their objective... I dont like it up here... He thought to himself as his attention was averted to an argonian being taunted by two dunmer in an alleyway. I dont wanna get involved, but he Is being bothered... Curse my conscience... Isaac then walked over to the dunmer and asked, "What crime has this Argonian commited to offend you?" The dunmer wearing shappy clothes and netch boots and curiass coldly replied,
"His kind should not be alowed to walk the streets during the day." The other dunmer wearing more shabby clothes and chittin bracers merely grunted and agreed.
"Well i must ask you to leave him alone, for being born is no crime in my eyes." Isaac replied calmly. He knew this would probably end up messy unless he could find a way to stop them...
"Well if you want to live to see another day Altmer i strongly advise you to leave, now." The one with the bracers warned.
"In that case, I'm sorry." Isaac then held out his staff and and it glowed yellowish-greenish. The two dunmer simply stopped moving as a yellowish-greenish aura surronded them. "Get out of here, Isaac said to the Argonian.
"Thank you..." The argonian replied and wandered off.
"have fun you two..." Isaac said to the dunmer as he walked off...

OOC: dont worry, you controlled them well. haha

Sorrion got to his feet as quickly as he could. The nearest orc had a large iron axe and Sorrion wasnt ready to let that axe find its way into him.
He moved up behind his chosen enemy while he was engaged trying to remove everybody's head from their shoulders. He came up right in time to just cut the orcs arm before he spun around to parry him. Sorrion was pushed into the bar, while his attacker pulled his axe up to make a strike. Sorrion pulled his sword back, and due to its lighter weight, he lunghed it into the orcs ribs. He moved around the room looking to see if any of his friends needed any help. This was going to be fun, or so he hoped.

OOC:Flightlessbird, dude, or un-dude, whatever, check your post, wasn't it Har-Big-Axe and Eiade? Dude.

IC:Tarkél rose to his feet and lifted Duriel up with him. "Off we go then", he muttered and grabbed for his glas knife, only to remember he hadn't even taken it from the damn orc's leg. "Are you looking for this?", shouted the orc and threw the knife straight at him. Tarkél ducked, the knife went flying into the wall, and he dragged it out. "Finally, I do something right", he said and loaded and arrow to his bow, let go of it, and saw the arrow pierce through the left pauldron of an orc.

Élsúch had again, started to load his own bow, when the big leader orc came running at him again. "Same trick won't work twice", he muttered and jumped out of the way, while leting go of an arrow that hit the orcish bastard in the back. Screaming in pain, the orc spun arround and threw a chair against the surprised elf. The chair went flying into his chest and he fell on his back.

Tarkél was involved in a fierce fight with an orc, armed simply with his huge fists, covered in thick steel gloves. When he saw Tarkél get such a fierce blow to the face that he stumbled over the counter, Élsúch jumped up, filled with rage. He ran right past Duriel, who had skillfully entered a fork from a table into the stomach of a smaller orc, and jumped onto Tarkél's orc, sword in hand.

The sword was really nothing but a shard, close to the handle, since it had been shattered by the staff the group had meant to destroy, but it still cut pretty deep into the orc's skull and killed him, or atleast it looked like it. Élsúch didn't have much time to do anything else, since one especially large, green skinned orc lifted him by his cape and threw him out a window, Tarkél following close after.

Edit:For those who didn't know, Élsúch jumped the orc, both him and Tarkél went out the window.

OOC: Did Duriel or Tarkel jump onto the orc? Who flew out the window?

Apache slit the last remaining orcs throat. The dead body hit the ground like a bag of bricks.

"well then," He said "You know i"ve been thinking, since most of us here have a nack for theiviery, and none of us are dunmer like our friends down the street, maybe we should start a small crime wave during our stays. What do you think?" he said while putting his sword away.

" It looks like we wont be in ginisis long and it doesnt look like while be back for a long time" he said grinning

Has-Big-Axe nodded as Eiade put the bag of coins on the man's lap and then he leaned to look at the necklace. It shimmered with faint enchantment. "What does it do?" he asked, and added, "Oh, sorry for catching you with my axe, I thought you were some common thief".

OOC:Argonian Thief, did you notice there were 6 of the orcs? Two of them wich were extremely large and evil. Maybe you didn't notice, but simply slicing.. um.. 4 remaining orcs heads of their shoulders is a bit.. um.. powerfull? I'm going to let the fight continue, I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear that there were 6 orcs.

IC:Élsúch crawled to the wall and leaned against it. He pulled out a big shard of glass and then another one, then a third, smaller shard. He remembered there was an ongoing brawl in the building behind him, so he stood up and made his way inside again. He spotted Duriel, who was being held up against a wall by a really mean looking orc while another one punched him hard in the stomach.

Élsúch loaded an arrow to his bow and let it fly towards the orc holding his friend, it hit him in the neck. As he fell dead to the floor, the other orc looked around to see who had shot his companion. This was a big misstake, as both Duriel and Sorrion kicked him down at the exact same moment, he fell to the floor and stayed there. Élsúch was just about to load another arrow to his bow when he felt something grab him by the throat and throw him onto a table.

The big leader of the orcs had attacked him from behind, and he came towards the elf on the table to strangle him. He put his green skinned hand around the elf's throat while the other orc fought both Sorrion and Apache with his steel longsword. "Now, elf, you will die!", screamed the huge orc that now picked up Élsúch and pulled out his sword, ready to stab.

Edit: I'll be going to my dad's place for about three days, so I'm not sure I can get on the net.

"That's alright," she said. "It's a feather necklace. Probably for a traveller or something. Come on. Let's get to the tradehouse. Unless you still have some errands."

Eiade trotted across the open area once again, this time not quite so paranoid. She heard a ruckus inside of the tradehouse. Great. This visit keeps getting better and better.

She opened the door. Noone noticed she entered because they were... distracted. Auri-El Almighty. Elsuch and some others were in trouble with a big orc gang. Several orcs were either unconcious or dead, their black orc blood staining the terra cotta floor of the Madach building. A big one was about to attack Elsuch. She pulled out a throwing knife, and winged it as hard as she could. -SHUNK- The steel buried itself deep inside the orc's back, severing his spine easily. The orc froze in suprise and pain, then fell down in his tracks, dead.

The other orcs, seeing their leader dead, became enraged and started fighting more fiercely. Eiade ran in with her halberd, and entered the fight.

OOC: I don't wanna make a mistake as to how many enemies there are, so I won't kill anything until something attacks me. Fishystick, what happens next?

OOC: there were six orcs? dammit! oh well maybe well talk about a crime wave later or somthing

Apache watched as Eiade thrwo the knife into the orcs back.

"Nice throw" he said

Arodom tuned back around and ran towards the waterfall. As he got close the eld in Dwemer armour and through it and swung his axe towards Arodon. It hit him and the shoulder and the axe got stuck in the flesh. There was a bruining sound and handle fell to the ground.

"What the.."said the elf.

Arodom kicked the elf in the stomach and he went flying to the ground.

"Now..lets talk."said Arodom.

The last orc still fighting watched his leader fall to the ground, then gave up a cry of pain when he had a long arrow shot through his neck. Tarkél had made his way back into the building and shot the last orc from behind. "We must leave immediatly.", said Élsúch and tried to stand straight. "Anyone with speed, go find the rest of the group and we'll leave fast as hell, grab whatever you need for the trip and we're off."

He turned to the barkeeper and said to him:"We must demand as much food as we can carry, I'm sure these bloody orc's can pay up with their belongings.. you have nothing against that, do you?" The man behind the counter looked like he did in fact have something against that, but the sight of these warriors made him change his mind. "Off course not, gentlemen.", he said.

"Grab as much food and supplies you can, then let's go", said Élsúch and then went to pick up some food for the trip.

Ken walked in on the fight, from nowhere. "Oh, there you guys are. this is my kind of town. I have not been here in...." He froze... Dead Orcs? "Wh-what is going on here? Why are you fighting these Orcs?" He stood. Looking around the lifeless bodies of his own brethren. And the bloodstains, the same color as his own blood. Well, there's ALWAYS an explanation. I just doubt I'll like it. He could feel the anger start to burn in his eyes.

Eiade handed her belt to Elsuch.
"Here. Hold this." She bolted out of the tradehouse, and scanned the town.

OOC: Umm... I don't want to look stupid, so... Who's still out of the tradehouse? I know that Has-Big-Axe is...

OOC: im still in there!

Apache finished stuffing his pockets. HIs robe letirealy coulndnt hold any more. the pockets were bulging and the seems ripping. Apache saw ken standing in horror.

"were not a orc killing party, they tried to kill us, perhaps if you were there things would be different. Anyway this is our lance chance to grab any last supplies at no cost so i suggest you go wild like i did!" said the smiling arognian while bouncing out of the trade house.

OOC: Where am I?

I will not be on very much until friday. I'm at summer camp and all I've got is my laptop.

OOC:If I haven't gotten it wrong, characters inside the tradehouse are:Sorrion, Duriel, Apache, Ken, Élsúch and Tarkél.. I think that's about it.

IC:Élsúch was walking around the counter to pick some bread and crab meat for the journey when he talked to Ken. "You must understand that these orcs started the fight, they almost killed a few of us, including myself, we had no choice but to kill them." He picked up a bottle fille with a brown liquid, drank a little, and put the cork back. Fair enough", he muttered to himself.

"I know they we're orcs aswell as you, but we had no choice", whispered tarkél to Ken when he took a bite out of the bread he held in his hand.

OOC: ...Argonian Thief, its literally, not letirealy.

IC:

Eiade found Tyjet, Isaac, and Has-Big-Axe, and told them to finish what they were doing and come to the tradehouse. Eiade then ran back to Madach.

"Well, hopefully the townspeople can forgive and forget! Haha!" She put on her travelling belt once more, and leaned on her halberd, waiting for everyone to gather themselves up.

OOC: sorry all this peregrine hating me business has seemed to thorw off me spelling.

Apache waited with Eiade. He had everything he needed and more. his pockets were bulging with his new belongings. He took out his short sword to check it. It hadnt seen much action in the last few days and it rarely ever did. Apache prefered to run, not fight.

Ken released his grip on his blade handle. He smiled, for a second. He understood their reason. He just could hardly stand seeing more of his brothers dead like that.

"Well, I suppose it was well deserved. I don't know whether that's towards them, or all of you." Ken glared at everyone of his party members before him. He then smiled again. "Hahaha." He looked around the tradehouse. "Hmm.. anything I can use around this dump of a tradehouse?"

Élsúch stood for a moment and watched Ken until he smiled, just to make sure he wouldn't go mad and kill them all. "You should pick anything that could be needed along the road, we're getting out of here as soon as everybody's gathered and done.. um.. packing." He sat down next to Tarkél to wait. "Did you tell everyone to come, Eiade?" he asked and pressed a table cloth against his cuts from the glass.

Tarkél took a bite out of his bread, then pulled a thin shard of glass from his leg. "Seems like trouble follows us everywhere, don't you think?", he said and smiled.

Sorrion wakled around the room taking everything he could. He grabbed up crab meat, bread, and a few drinks. He kept thinking to himself, you can always use everything you see.
"Ken, do not worry about these orcs. They died in honorable battle. They might not have been honorable, but it was their own decision to end their lives this way. Now cant we continue on out of this village. I believe if we stay much longer, that 25 gold to the guards wont help. Im not sure as to what we need to do next, but we had better do it somewhere else." Sorrion said in a rush.
He had been watching out the windows for anyone who would decide to enter the tradehouse.