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Blood
Jul 3, 2008 0:24:19 GMT -5
Post by screw sanity on Jul 3, 2008 0:24:19 GMT -5
Elguaz Thone. Known more commonly as that mysterious fellow in the corner of the inn. Well, at leased to these folk. Elguaz stared around the room, looking for prey. His eyes locked on a well dressed man. Probably fairly wealthy. Not filthy stinking rich, but wealthy enough. Wealthy enough that the hunt will have good reward. He's next. His next prey, next victim, next kill. He took a sip of his mead. Alcohol, his fuel of death. Yet he drank nothing before he struck his victims down like the swine they were. He was completely sober before a kill. The man sat down near him. Perfect. This way he could hear his conversation. He was talking to another man and two women. Perfect. Elguaz, the mysterious man in the corner, sat and listened to the man's conversation. John. Staying with his brother Thomas. Comes from the Talos Plaza District in The imperial city. The other man was Thomas. The women were Thomas's wife and John's cousin. This was what he discovered from their conversation. Finally the group stood up and walked away, and left the mysterious man in the corner of the room to be just that, a man in the corner of a room. not a murderer, not a killer, but a man. Elguaz would be lost in thought for a while, nothing to do with murder and death. Every time he went to the inn. He would stay in the corner of the room, find his prey, then be lost in his thoughts. His peaceful thoughts. Then he would strike later.
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Blood
Jul 3, 2008 23:59:42 GMT -5
Post by Mint Frost [Vampire] on Jul 3, 2008 23:59:42 GMT -5
The assassin relaxed in one of the rough chairs. She must've downed four overflowing cups of alcohol. Her tongue was pleasantly fuzzy, but her elaborate senses were dulled none. It was a good thing it took barrels to seriously get a full vampire drunk. The brimming of a headache laced her thoughts, sadly. It was infuriating.
Her eyes were a dark red, but would pass for brown with no real examination. She coughed, feeling dizzy for a second. It was only a small amount of blood she had off of the imperial the other day, and that wouldn't protect her from the sun for long. So many people made the vampire nervous. A mob of people who knew her identity wouldn't be a party. Suddenly, he eyes caught the figure of an extremely familiar person. Her hair shifted and covered her eyes, but she saw through. It was the person she'd seen in Bruma- on the wanted sign in the dark brotherhood. Her lips were cracked, and she licked them. This could be interesting.
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Blood
Jul 5, 2008 10:29:21 GMT -5
Post by {Ž}äñrô on Jul 5, 2008 10:29:21 GMT -5
Shadowmere rode pleasently. That was for sure. Off the steed's back came a small, yet well-built Argonian. This Argonian was known throughout the Dark Brotherhood as the one who never got caught. This Argonian's name, was Zanro. On him was a huntsmen's vest and some light brown linens. On his back was a small pack which contained his dark brotherhood leather armor, made perfectly for stealth. So far, Zanro had nowhere to stay in Skingrad, so, slowly, he made his way to the West Weild Inn, the best known Inn in Skingrad. He was here to asassinate a Wood Elf, but he didn't feel like it yet. He'd had a long journey from Anvil, and he wanted to sleep and have a few drinks. May I help you? The voice was one Zanro had never heard, yet he knew the the imperial behind the counter would be no harm. "A bottle of ale please, and a bed." Zanro spoke in the accent all Argonians spoke. As the imperial man handed him his drink and room key, Zanro turned, only to see the Dark Brotherhood's killing beast. He always got caught, yet always got away. Zanro wanted to ask what he was doing here, but it was forbiddon to talk in public, so he just gave him a funny look and turned and climbed up the stairs to get some shut-eye.
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Blood
Jul 5, 2008 14:17:48 GMT -5
Post by screw sanity on Jul 5, 2008 14:17:48 GMT -5
Elguaz saw a pale woman looking at him. He smiled. A man sitting in the corner of the room in black robes. She probably thought Elguaz looked creepy or mysterious or something. Elguaz stood up. But these robes were more than mere robes, they were the black robes of the Dark Brotherhood listeners which he had looted off the cold dead body of the one who had tried to recruit him. Elguaz walked towards the desk and paid his fee for the drinks. He bowed his head, shrouded in the dark hood and walked out of the inn. He was done thinking. All he needed now was to go home, get changed and ask around. People wouldn't trust him as easily him if he was running around dressed like the grim reaper. And maybe he could change to a different sword. He always carried a sword around, and he was quite proud of his collection of fine or enchanted blades. right now he had a glass longsword. His favourite blade was his BloodRipper. It was a powerful Ebony longsword with the ability to absorb the life of those it strikes. He would probably take a silver longsword, not to attract attention, though.
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Blood
Jul 5, 2008 14:29:38 GMT -5
Post by Mint Frost [Vampire] on Jul 5, 2008 14:29:38 GMT -5
A hint of menace entered the eyes of the vampire. Bounty was on that one and who knew when he'd be found again. Frost would stalk him until nightfall and attack. She flicked a small piece of gold on the counter, leaving a dent in the polished wood. Mint winced at the sound of the impact. A low whinny came from outside. It was a dark, screeching sound that she knew well. Shadowmere was here, and that argonian who owned her. Blood roared in her ears. All he would do would cut do Elguaz before her chance even came close.
With a swift twirl of her light armor, she followed Elguaz out the door and mounted her horse. She would track him as soon as she returned from the Frostcrag spire.
-a little while later-
At the spire, she equipped herself with many spells, scrolls, and potions she could need. First she could stun him, then cut him down with... She cleared her mind expertly. Her black horse nickered as she approached and mounted, her weight unwelcome. With a sharp kick, they galloped back to the inn, she would stay the night there if he did not return soon.
--back at the inn-- (Sorry about the time of this, I don't see a better way to do it) Mint booked an empty room and listened for the door to open, and her prey to enter. With any luck, she would catch him off guard.
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Blood
Jul 5, 2008 16:01:10 GMT -5
Post by screw sanity on Jul 5, 2008 16:01:10 GMT -5
OOC:// AUGH WTF This is my third time I had to rewrite this post >.>
Elguaz returned home, as he walked in the door something in head head told him an imperial male has entered his house. He had paid the Mages' Guild to put this enchantment on his house to protect himself from assassins. He put on a decorative black and burgandy outfit. It was uncomfortable, but it would pass. He had combed his hair put a simple silver longsword at his hip. He walked outside and locked his door. He asked around about John, when he had enough information, it was time. Time for the kill. Elguaz returned home, yet again, to get a differant sword and his black hand robes. Elguaz went to the house of Thomas. It was night, now. Elguaz made sure no one was around then picked the lock. He closed the door behind him and snuck upstairs and opened the door to John's room. Elguaz pushed his blade into the victom and heard a muffled sound forced out of his throat before he died. There were others in this house, so Elguaz had to be careful. He cast a spell to conjure a powerful skeletal warrior. The skeleton guarded the door to Thomas's room while Elguaz ransacked the house. Neither Thomas nor his wife awoke and Elguaz returned home with his prizes. Hegot the message that he was entering his own house and went to sleep in his own bed. Not the inn bed. remember that, now.
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Blood
Jul 5, 2008 16:23:49 GMT -5
Post by Mint Frost [Vampire] on Jul 5, 2008 16:23:49 GMT -5
Mint waited in silence. He wasn't returning. She dug her nails into the rail with fury. It would've been easier to just take him here. His home was probably flooded with enchantments. The vampire swore, then decided to wait a few days to regain her vampire strengths. Hiding out in a small cavern, she let the hungers for blood attack her mind, putting instinct in her thoughts. She could see several bandits through the ground. Heck, she saw everything. As night fell on Skingrad, she crept out and broke into Elguaz's cellar. Her face looked sunken, and dark from depriving herself of blood. She could make out her prey's form as heat alone. The fire was there as well. And be sure she was well aware of that.
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