Tamrielic Adventures: Vol. 2

[The SheoDovah]

Psyfalia let out a grunt of pain after being caught by the imperial. She could feel the shards of glass pricking her skin and realised that the already broken potions must have broke into many pieces. She got up and was in a small amount of pain due to her arm. The bruises hurt but her arm was the main cause of it. "Remind me to never do that again." She uttered as she got up. The imperial may have noticed a strange, very illegal smell on her robes.

[Alarra]

Niralie would have liked the chance to toss down her bag before jumping, as she too was carrying potions and didn't want them broken, but she knew they were out of time.
"Come on, you two!" she said urgently to Sethesi and Katien, casting a fearful glance at the soldiers at the base of the port. She turned and jumped off the edge, aiming for Raylis, and hoped that the impact wouldn't tear her shoulder wound open again.

[The-Shadow-One]

The port
Katien ran herself off the port trying to have a smooth a landing she could, something made hard by her refusal to be caught.

[Unionhack]

Valentia managed to struggle to her feet and looked up, waiting for the others. She didn't wish to waste her magicka, so refrained from healing spells.

[The SheoDovah]

"You okay?" Psyfalia asked Valentia whilst rubbing her broken arm with her left hand.

[Unionhack]

"I can walk." Valentia replied, looking up at the others as they made their way down. She was ready to get away.

[The SheoDovah]

"I hope they will be okay." Psyfalia said to Valentia as she watched Niralie and Katien jump. "And I hope we'll find somewhere to rest soon." She added afterwards.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - A Muddy Ditch, Near Suran.

Arellius let out a short 'umph' at the impact, slightly winded. "Stendarr," he groaned as he lowered the Elf, only glad to have his two hands free again. The troop were close, and besides that he didn't trust his new 'friends': the mercenary wanted - no, needed - unrestricted and unhindered access to his blades. His hand came down to rest on the tanto's hilt as he waited on the others. They needed to be leaving soon.

[Archer]

"Is that everyone?" Aenar asked as he looked around at the group, eyes drifting to Arellius, though shifting back to the more trustworthy members. Lets see how long it takes for him to stab us in the back...

[Wardo235]

Fornar took a plunge off the port, rejoining the rest of the group.

[MARS]

Sethesi was the last one, jumping down just after Fornar (who after rolling off the fall, fell on his face in a very comedic fashion). Meanwhile, Niralie and Katien both landed relatively safely, though Niralie's potion bottles were shattered. Everyone was lucky that the ground was so muddy that day.

"No time to rest now!" Raylis said. "We need to move." He started walking ahead, in a hasty pace, away from the road. Covered in mud, with aching bones, the others followed, wondering where exactly he was leading them.

[Alarra]

Niralie rubbed her shoulder after the fall. It hurt, but it was still in one piece. The same couldn't be said for her potions. She took off her bag and cursed as the liquids began to soak through it and drip onto the ground. At Raylis' command, however, she slung the wet bag back onto her back and followed. Tired though she was, Niralie was glad to have put some distance between herself and the soldiers and to be (relatively) out of harm's way, except....
"Raylis, what about the others in the guardhouse?" she called ahead to him in a slightly wavering voice. "You were there... what happened to them?"

[The SheoDovah]

Psyfalia waited for Niralie and the others before running away with the rest. She couldn't help but laugh when Fornar fell flat on his face.

[MARS]

Outside Suran

"They wanted to stay," Raylis said to Niralie without turning around or slowing his pace. His tone was bitter. "I couldn't convince them. Llevana decided to throw her life away to stay with Llela, and the Nord apparently doesn't have anything else in life than those two so he stayed as well. Don't ask me why the two High Elves stayed, I've no bloody idea."

"What happens to them now is...not in our hands anymore."

[MARS]

The Guardhouse

Llevana could hear a commotion outside. A lot of feet were trampling back the way they came; apparently the others had escaped, elsewise the armor-clad unknowns wouldn't be moving at such a hasty pace. Hopefully they would be too busy to remember checking in the guardhouse as well. She turned to the others and motioned them to be quiet, just in case they had forgotten about the danger outside.

Wilderness outside Suran

After some silent walking, Sethesi spoke up.

"Uh, excuse me, uh...Raylis?"

Raylis looked back and nodded.

"We can talk now, right?"

Another nod.

"So...where are we going exactly? And what was all that about? And who are you?"

Raylis took a deep breath -without stopping- and didn't start talking right away, as if he had to find the right words.

"I was tasked with finding and getting you all to come with me, by an organization that I am a part of," he began. "That is, I was tasked with taking Llevana Ther and anyone traveling with her in. Obviously I've failed, seeing as I didn't get Llevana. If I were to have done my job right, I would have disregarded your safety and taken her in at all costs. But I'm not a professional." He paused at that point and sighed.

"So much for that. Now I have all you, and hopefully you'll be worth something to my higher-ups. Now, before any of you get the wrong idea, the organization I'm part of isn't what you think it is. Whatever it is you're thinking. To be frank, it's not really an organization. It's more like an undertaking that a few well suited people have taken upon themselves. The most important contributors are beyond our reach. That will be explained to you later, when there's more time. It's a long, long and convoluted story. Llevana is an important figure in our plans. Our...her father was once part of the same group that I am now too a part of. Our main purpose is to keep the world safe. You could call us a vigilante force, so to speak. We are acting beyond the Empire, or any other authority on Tamriel or even on all of Nirn. The nature of our work is highly unusual, and telling you about it now, without evidence to back up my claims wouldn't work in our favor. All that said, we don't conscript. You are all free to go if you so wish. If you stay with me, you will more than likely join the organization. Of course you will only have to make that decision once you've heard everything. As for what that 'was all about': it might sound like a weakly constructed novel plot, but there is an organization that opposes us. We are two opposite forces, and sometimes we clash. They employ...other means of attaining their goals, or rather, stopping us from attaining our goals. You saw their drones in Suran."

At this point, there was another pause. When Raylis continued speaking, his tone had changed somewhat. It was less sympathetic, and sounded matter-of-factly. "We're going to Vivec. From there, we will set sail for Cyrodiil. From Cyrodiil we will travel to Hammerfell. There you will have all the answers. Normally a journey that long would take months, but I...know a shortcut."

[The SheoDovah]

Psyfalia felt very tired as a result of the walking and the events in Suran. "Are you like the blades?" Psyalia asked Raylis in a tired tone and hoped that they would reach Vivec soon. She wanted do to nothing better then to have a bottle of wine, a nice warm bed and sleep.

[MARS]

Wilderness

"Not really, no," Raylis replied. "No one knows who we are, and we don't serve anyone directly."

Sethesi hadn't said anything. She couldn't really. Her life had been turned upside-down pretty much. This morning she had still been a waitress, and now she was en route to join a secret organization of do-gooders. Wow.

[The SheoDovah]

"Can we rest for an hour or two?" Psyfalia asked Raylis in a tired tone and wished she had some skooma to give her a boost.

[MARS]

"They're hot on our trail," Raylis replied.

[The SheoDovah]

"Damnit." Psyfalia said as she forced herself to continue. She hoped she wouldn't reach the point where she would collapse from exhaustion but knew she was reaching it soon.

[Velvet LeChance]

Arellius Afer III - Wilderness

Arellius trudged stoically alongside his new companions, holding a three metre distance between him and them. He still had both blade gripped firmly in his hands, sending a menacing sneer to any individual who looked in question towards them. He didn't trust them, and if that offended or worried his new companions then so be it. He wasn't about to drop his defences for their comfort, certainly not. There was numerous thoughts racing across his mind as he walked, most prominently what exactly he was going to do with himself. With Gudrun dead - or he supposed she was - and, consequently, his contract lost he'd need to find a new means of income. And then it came:

He listened in to Raylis' speech, interested, and allowed the man to finish before inquiring himself. "Does i' pay good?" he suddenly grunted.

[MARS]

Wilderness

"In some way, yes," Raylis gave back. "Expenses are covered. You won't have to provide food or lodging for yourself. However, there is no salary. Your cost of living will be provided, but if you want your own money, you'll have to get it elsewhere."

[Per]

Guardhouse

Per tried to muffle his heavy breathing, to little effect. The people outside shouldn't be able to hear him though, unless he started clanking around in his armor.

[Alarra]

Wilderness

Niralie plodded along with the group, half listening to Raylis as she struggled to keep up. She knew she was reaching the same point as Psyfalia. "Some of us are going to have to stop," she gasped to Raylis. "We're too worn down to keep up this pace."

[Archer]

Wilderness
"We stop, we die." Aenar countered as he walked. "Unless you would prefer that?" he half-asked as he raised an eyebrow.