Post by Janx on Jan 16, 2007 20:24:23 GMT -5
“The Dark Elves become more paranoid by the day,” said an Imperial Guard as he and the jailor strode towards their watch. It was late in the evening, and it wasn’t a shift they wanted to do, heck they didn’t want to be in Ebonheart in the first place, but rather with their families back in Cyrodiil.
“Skyrim has separated from the Empire and has struck a crippling blow to the Redoran,” replied the jailor, “I remember I was rather paranoid too when I heard of Kvatch being levelled, I had friends and family there.”
“Anyone important?” asked the Guard as they rounded a corner.
“Nah just the in-laws,” chuckled the jailor, “But I never expected a city to go up into smoke that quickly, especially one as well fortified as Kvatch. I used to watch the Arena matches there.”
“Ah yes the arena, you ever seen the Grey Prince fight, a hell of a combatant,” replied the Guard enthusiastically.
“I hear someone finally defeated him in the Arena around the time of the Oblivion Crisis,” informed the jailor as he unlocked door to the jails.
“No, it can’t be, him? He was such a great…” the Guard paused, the room seemed to be disturbed. Someone must have been in here.
“Watch my back,” said the Guard, drawing his broadsword and raising his shield. He heard some movement in the next room and quickly turned around the corner, only to find a Nix Hound sniffing around some food trays.
“Its just a Nix Hound, harmless enough,” said the Guard as he relaxed, the Jailor turned to pick up a bunch of the fallen objects.
“Come on big fella, I know you didn’t mean to get in he…” said the guard as he approached the Nix Hound, but suddenly a blur dropped down from the ceiling and clubbed the back of his head with the blunt end of a Halberd.
“What the?” said the Jailor turning around as he heard the guard fall to the ground, suddenly a blurry, but definitely clawed foot impacted with his face, sending him sprawling into the wall. As he slipped from consciousness he noticed the blurred figure resume more normalcy, to reveal the figure of an Argonian.
Huleed patted Dar-Jeen on the head. It had served him well as a distraction. He had been hired by Jonius Heronimus to seek out a hunt down a small clan of Vampires operating around Gnisis. The Ordinators had challenged the Legion to a competition to see who could route them out first. Having not many people to spare, the legion had hired Huleed to recruit a freelance group to get the job done. The Knight of the Imperial Dragon had curiously asked him to use prisoner’s from the jail, since not many people would willingly go on a vampire hunt, due to fear of getting the disease. The strangest of all was that the Knight had told him to do so without telling the guards it was an order from him, and was to do it by stealth. Not giving a care really about guards, Huleed had done so willingly and eagerly. He had still searched for non-convict members for his vamp hunt, and had managed to secure the help of one Kaldea.
Not wanting to keep her waiting the hunter quickly took the keys from the jailor and headed into the cellblock. There were 8 cells, rather small, but comfort was not something the Legion gave prisoners, there was only 4 people in the cells, a goblin, a Breton, a Bosmer, and a elderly Nord, likely a beggar.
“Look here everyone,” began Huleed, trying to get their attention, “Jonius Heronimus has hired me to hunt some vampiresss. I have come here to free you if you are willing to help me get this tassk done. If you do not want to come along, I will leave you to rot in your ccell."
“Skyrim has separated from the Empire and has struck a crippling blow to the Redoran,” replied the jailor, “I remember I was rather paranoid too when I heard of Kvatch being levelled, I had friends and family there.”
“Anyone important?” asked the Guard as they rounded a corner.
“Nah just the in-laws,” chuckled the jailor, “But I never expected a city to go up into smoke that quickly, especially one as well fortified as Kvatch. I used to watch the Arena matches there.”
“Ah yes the arena, you ever seen the Grey Prince fight, a hell of a combatant,” replied the Guard enthusiastically.
“I hear someone finally defeated him in the Arena around the time of the Oblivion Crisis,” informed the jailor as he unlocked door to the jails.
“No, it can’t be, him? He was such a great…” the Guard paused, the room seemed to be disturbed. Someone must have been in here.
“Watch my back,” said the Guard, drawing his broadsword and raising his shield. He heard some movement in the next room and quickly turned around the corner, only to find a Nix Hound sniffing around some food trays.
“Its just a Nix Hound, harmless enough,” said the Guard as he relaxed, the Jailor turned to pick up a bunch of the fallen objects.
“Come on big fella, I know you didn’t mean to get in he…” said the guard as he approached the Nix Hound, but suddenly a blur dropped down from the ceiling and clubbed the back of his head with the blunt end of a Halberd.
“What the?” said the Jailor turning around as he heard the guard fall to the ground, suddenly a blurry, but definitely clawed foot impacted with his face, sending him sprawling into the wall. As he slipped from consciousness he noticed the blurred figure resume more normalcy, to reveal the figure of an Argonian.
Huleed patted Dar-Jeen on the head. It had served him well as a distraction. He had been hired by Jonius Heronimus to seek out a hunt down a small clan of Vampires operating around Gnisis. The Ordinators had challenged the Legion to a competition to see who could route them out first. Having not many people to spare, the legion had hired Huleed to recruit a freelance group to get the job done. The Knight of the Imperial Dragon had curiously asked him to use prisoner’s from the jail, since not many people would willingly go on a vampire hunt, due to fear of getting the disease. The strangest of all was that the Knight had told him to do so without telling the guards it was an order from him, and was to do it by stealth. Not giving a care really about guards, Huleed had done so willingly and eagerly. He had still searched for non-convict members for his vamp hunt, and had managed to secure the help of one Kaldea.
Not wanting to keep her waiting the hunter quickly took the keys from the jailor and headed into the cellblock. There were 8 cells, rather small, but comfort was not something the Legion gave prisoners, there was only 4 people in the cells, a goblin, a Breton, a Bosmer, and a elderly Nord, likely a beggar.
“Look here everyone,” began Huleed, trying to get their attention, “Jonius Heronimus has hired me to hunt some vampiresss. I have come here to free you if you are willing to help me get this tassk done. If you do not want to come along, I will leave you to rot in your ccell."
