Sheogorath's Mistrial: Oblivion (Inactive)

Game Master Sazar the Orator

Sheogorath has taken it upon himself to re-write the history of Uriel Septim and the Amulet of Kings.


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Leave your dot on the Elder Scroll!


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

Dotting in.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Not sure what the knowledge check might get me, but you never know.


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 4 What do I see?
Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 Do I recognize this place?


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

Knowledge (Arcana) +8, Knowledge (Local) +8, Knowledge (Planes) +8, Spellcraft +8, Stealth +4 (in this order): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 171d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 221d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 251d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

It seems that I'm only good at thinking. Good that I've chosen to be a wizard.


Evelyn Mastercraft:

Perception 6: All around you are yellow brick, masoned with a high quality and multiple workers. To your right and left are torches that are still burning though it is day. Four others surround you, and it looks like they too were ripped from whatever it was they were doing.

This place looks older than your 4E homes in Skyrim- something isn’t quite right about it.

Knowledge (Religion) 18: Far ahead of you, though most is blurry (and obvious side effect of you being ripped through your home) you can see the White Gold Tower, the very same one the White-Gold Concordant was named after for the contract with the Empire. You know from Ancient religious lore that you’ve studied that it is home to the Moth Priests- the Cult of the Ancestor Moth. It is heavily rumored that there they blindly and silently handle the Elder Scrolls in the Empire’s care.

You also sense the mischief of a Daedra or two in your being here, if you had to guess, it would either be Sanguine or Sheogorath, as both tend to meddle in the affairs of humans carelessly and directly, as well as in the open as this was done.

Fa’zakar:

Perception 17: Four others stand around you- two Bretons, an Argonian, and a XXX. They appear to be as shocked as you for being in this place. “This Place” is of yellow brick stone with clear signs that many masons not only were commissioned for the building of this bridge, but were paid well as the work is a fine quality. Fire Pits that burn day and night are also excellently crafted, as well crafted as the Imperials’ armor who awkwardly line the large steel gate into the city before you. The city is surrounded with high rise, detailed walls to your front, and there is something as sneaky as you hiding far behind you, closely tailing the man in white Armor who marches ahead of him with what, you guess to be, more guards. The White Gold Tower makes it clear- you are in the Imperial City of Cyrodil somewhere.

The Sun is not high in the sky, but is rising, not falling. If you had to make a guess on the time it was maybe 6am, maybe just a tad later. A great narrow sea extends itself to the horizon on your left far out in the distance, and too your right appears a great wooded area. Something more important catches your eye, however, just in front of you-
A large red gem adorned with linings of gold in a crest like you’ve never seen- it is a gold, red ruby bearing necklace- and it looks like it is worth a fortune, though you are not sure of exactly what it is the necklace was made for- definitely royalty or a wealthy merchant of sorts.

Stealth: Your teammates can see you just out of the corner of their eye, but you have become such a professional of silence and stealth that neither the guard approaching, nor the silent man behind him, nor the guards on the extended bridge before you, even know a Khajiit is on the bridge.

Nessus:

Perception 4: The transportation of yourself into whatever it was that ripped you from Bravil and spat you out has affected your vision as worse for wear at the moment. But you’d recognize these roads anywhere (Knowledge(Local))- you are in the Imperial City, just outside the Imperial Market District. You’d recognize this bridge anywhere- it is the one that links the Imperial Prison District to the Imperial Market. Amadus Phillida, who heads the Imperial Prison, is most likely somewhere around here. Guards, as you know, are stationed everywhere in the city, and you can guess that whatever brought you here has most likely caused a panic after the most recent assassination of Uriel Septim’s son.

Knowledge(Arcana): A Daedra was involved in whatever just happened to you- it felt as if it were a spell, not an Oblivion Gate, that brought you from Bravil to here though. Reading the aura you could tell that it was not a Daedra as evil as Mehrunes Dagon or Boethia who brought you here, no- it was a gentle hearted one, though you just aren’t quite sure which one it is.

Knowledge(Planes): You are still in Mundus, that is for sure, but your body feels as though it had been ripped in two and put together again. You were definitely transported via a Daedra and his mastery of the Planes of Oblivion, it was no Deity that did this. If you had to guess, it was some sort of Daedric transportation spell that ripped you from one location to another.

Spellcraft: After a second more of putting all the pieces of the puzzle together, you know who brought you all here, and you know how they did it. In the myths of Daedra there is only one who it makes sense that they have the power and ability to so easily rip you from one place and put you in another, without killing you or harming you, yet transporting you with seemingly no purpose. The spell was 100% cast by Sheogorath, you can just tell. Your craft of magic and study of the Daedric Arts have made you a professional on all things Sheogorath. Somehow, somewhere, that Daedra is watching you, and he may just be hoping that you are his chosen Champion, or, Champions. His intent is still unclear.

Stealth: You are seen by most people surrounding you, even those that you do not see yourself.

Do not act on any information here until I have added the spoilers for the other two members please!!!!


Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Azrak Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Am present and prepared.


Bends the Willows:

Perception 22: You see nearly everything within your reach and more- you see the five guards standing guard at the entrance to the city limits that is at the end of the extended bridge before you. You see that to your left, after a winding path down the hill, is the start of a sea and an Ayleid Ruin, and to your right is sea as well. Behind you is a man in white armor, and another cloaked with some sort of spell to appear invisible. You see three other people have fallen onto the bridge with you- a Khajiit, and two different Bretons. Most importantly you see a very stylish and pretty gold-trim covered Red Ruby just longer than an arm’s reach before you. You are not sure how it got there or who it belongs to, but even an amateur can tell it is worth a fortune.

Stealth 12: You are non-existent to the guards before the high rise city walls at the end of the bridge. The Guard in White, and the Invisible Man who march behind you, however, can see you just fine.

Hold for just a day or so longer guys :)
Suspense intensifies


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

Evelyn was walking though the snow powdered paths that she had always known with her shield-siblings. Though she'd gone through some rough patches in her personal life, she knew others had it worse. She was grateful for what she had and saw that her life was going to just get better and meaningful with time.

Well, until she took a thousand mile step. At least, that's what it felt like. The sound of her Companions cut off suddenly and replaced with different voices and environment. The temperature around her even rose tens of degrees.

"Wai-- wha..."

Evelyn drew her longsword, making a loud metal-against-metal sound against her scabbard as she spun away from the rest of the group. She was too stunned for words, relying instead on her body language and eyes to get her point, and her questions, across. As she waited to see the reactions of the others, she kept her sword and shield at the ready. The only other things she knew to do she did reflexively. Her eyes and pendant glowed momentarily as she murmured under her breath and, with a few subtle movements of her hands, she cast a spell.

GM:
As if it's not obvious, I'm casting detect evil on my surrounding area.


Evelyn:

Ah, I'm glad you said so, that is NOT obvious, not to a dumb GM :P Real commentary on your spell below.

Evelyn 2:

Evil is a funny thing, and this evil feels funny as well. While it stinks of the disgust of the Daedra, this one is not quite evil as it is chaotic. The evil aura seems to be coming from all of the people in your immediate location, and is evaporating to thin air as fast as you appeared in this foreign land.


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

It was a moonless night, the remaining heat from the desert sun dissipated to a pleasant warmth. The city was quiet now, with all of its residents tucked safely into bed but for the handful of night-watch guards drowsing at their posts.

And Fa'zakar...

The young khajiit crept noiselessly along the roof of the manor, his cat eyes perfectly adjusted to the starlight. He reached his objective - a point protected from view from the ground, but where he could observe the streets around him for activity and the window into the master bedroom where a treasure awaited him. For a moment he reflected on how he got to this point...

He used to belong to a small trading caravan, travelling the lands and living a pleasant life. But in this city, he was falsely accused of a petty crime, and his elders valued trade with the people here more than one of their own race. He was to be handed over to the authorities but escaped his bonds during the night. He fled the caravan, but never left the city. For the next three years, he became what they accused him of - a thief and rogue.

Pulling himself out of the reverie, he took a final look around and saw no movement. He made his way to the balcony outside the room and pulled out his lockpicks. Just as he settled down to disable the lock, he felt a presence standing just behind him. Fa'zakar froze, quickly assessing his situation and whether he should flee, or attack.

"Och, a pity to see such a promising cat burgler wasting his talents on these trifling pursuits. Yes...I think you have greater things to be doing." said the presence. In a flash of light and with a sudden distortion of space and time, the khajiit was jerked out of his city and dumped into a completely new situation...the sound of half-crazed laughter echoing in his ears.

Still in a crouch, the khajiit is surprised at his new surroundings. He looks around, taking in everything without revealing his presence to the guards in the distance.

GM:
Fa'zakar will deftly snatch the necklace if it is within reach, trying not to let the others see it or his motion to retrieve it.
Sleight of hand: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13


Fa'zakar:

???: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
You palm the fancy looking necklace, clutching it close and hiding it on your person- however you get the feeling that more than one person or, rather, being, may have seen you perform such an act- it is broad daylight after all.

Bends the Willows:

Feel free, based on your perception, to read the spoiler above.


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

Nessus was trying to get as much as information as possible on the Mages guild member, such as daily routines, favorite foods and places they sleep. Nobody can pretend to just enter that building and steal some stuff, they are specialists in illusions! Walls and ceilings could be just an elaborate trick, as any part of that area. That's why Nessus tried to make a plan. He never intended to steal something, he just wanted to quickly learn some new tricks. Put an eye over that scroll, copy some pages from that book, attempt to cast that little new spell.
He could just join the Mages Guild, but that would be boring. Magic has to be fun!
But everything was ready. Nessus paid a beggar to "accidentally" break a window, just as a distraction for the guild members. At that time, there were only two. That was the best chance he had. He kissed the statue of the Lucky Old Lady, just because he could. But after just a single step, a voice said:"Oh, you are going to be VERY lucky today! Yesterday, maybe. Tomorrow is just more likely, still. Ok, just try to keep it fun, if you are good you'll get a beard! Or else not beard. Enjoy the trip!"
Then there was only light. A bright light that confused Nessus, as there were no actual reason of that. Just a few second later, he found himself in the imperial city, near some other people who looked as much as puzzled as him. He thought: Well, either I don't have a chance or the imperial guard is going to do something about this. Let's do it friendly.
"Huh, that's strange isn't it?"


The marsh was quiet as the argonian whose name translated as 'Bends The Willows' to outsiders slithered through the dank bogs of his native Black Marsh. Accompanying him was his new found partner, one of the great reptiles of old, sent by the Elder Lizards to guide him once he took up the mantle of leadership in his tribe. Azrak dared not attempt the fetid waters that Bends The Willows felt so at home in. Instead, she kept pace with him by leaping along the logs and gnarled roots that broke the surface.

His spiritual quest done, Bends The Willows would return to his tribe, where he would be inducted as its newest shaman. It was a great honor, one that he did not take lightly, but also one that he was apprehensive of, just like all shamans that came before him. To their fellow argonians, his people were heretics. They had turned their backs on the mighty Hist trees in favor of the Elder Lizards that once ruled the land and had given birth to the Argonian people. His people had no allies, they had no stable sanctuary. All they had to rely on for their survival was the leadership of their shaman.

Thoughts of how to lead his tribe were weighing heavily on his mind, but then the argonian suddenly realized that he was no longer swimming through the swamp, but instead walking across a bridge with several others. A massive wall stood before him, and towering from somewhere behind it was a massive structure far greater than Black Marsh's tallest trees.

Bends The Willows looked around to gather his bearings. He could see everything there was to see, even things that the others appeared oblivious to. Azrak, his companion, was hiding off the side of the path, but it didn't look as if she was doing so well. Clever girl, but you still have much to learn in the way of the hunt. The argonian was suspicious of those around him, especially the shifty looking khajiit that was skulking about. He decided to wait and watch until something happened. What that might be, he was unsure.


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

After a moment of looking around and taking in auras, Evelyn reverse grips her blade and puts the point between the stone on the ground while slowly lowering her shield.

"Where are we?"

She tried to hide her total bewilderment (Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22) and instead look stern and calm. She eyed the other members of the group that she could see, her face demanding answers. She knew better than to expect that they could give her one, but she hoped that there would be answers in their shared confusion.

"Actually, let's start here; my name is Evelyn. Who might you lot be?"


Guys you can roll a counter to her bluff if you'd like- you are "team mates", so the call is yours.

Imperial Guard: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

???: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

"I am Fa'zakar, but the more important questions are, who is that human in white armor, and who follows him like a predator?" he says, pointing out both subjects of his questions.

"Oh, and could you at least make an attempt to be quiet and hide?!!"


But it is too late, much too late, for any of the party members to hide.

The "Human in white armor" drew his bastard sword and held it high as he yelled, "STOP! YOU'VE VIOLATED THE LAW!"

The sound of a blade being drawn from its sheathe echoed through the air, and in an instant, the invisible man Fa'zakar had seen emerged from his chameleon cloak as he did so.

The man was old, older than the guard in white armor even. He had a tonure hair style that was as white as had ever been seen and adorned himself in humble sackcloth robes. Had he not been holding a katana in the direction of Fa'zakar with a fearsome look about him, one would most likely have thought of him as a monk.

"You, there, Khajiit" his voice betrayed his face- clearly he had experienced battle as it was calm, unshaken, and had the tone of wisdom to it "Give me what you have there and there will be no trouble. I know who brought you here, but only the Grand Master of the Blades and the Emperor may hold that Amulet."

The White Armored man stood next to the Grand Master of the Blades with his teeth bared and sword still held high, as if he were a human version of a guard dog to the man in sack cloth.


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

Fa'zakar, seeing his situation steadily growing worse, quickly debates in his mind the merits of pretending he didn't know anything about an amulet, or simply handing it over and hoping this trouble passed him by. He figured that if he denied it, we was likely to be captured and searched, and the lie would be discovered. Then he thought that a discovered lie was worse than an honest mistake of picking something valuable up off of the ground. And so he cautiously took the amulet from his pouch and tossed it towards the old man.

Perhaps now the white armor human and the white hair human would focus on each other and he could slip away...


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

Nessus thinks:"Guards. They are the protectors of the cities. Yet they actually care more about laws than people. I, and other people, just teleported here, and despite the absolutely low chance of this event happening, which should at least provoke surprise, their first phrase is a shout and an accuse. What a disgust. At least this is a known place. I suppose that after some talks, I'll be able to walk away and find an answer in a more comfortable way.
...ok. I'll say just some other words."

Nessus says:"Can you answer his question? Who are you? And who do you think had done this to us? And what law? Is it illegal to be teleported against our own will?
Whatever the answers, my name is Nessus Gris.
"
I think that a 4 at perception is not enough to see a small object tossed away. Or just a lot of things.


White Armor Guard

Teleported??? The Guard sheathed his blade but took an aggressive step forward It is against the law to steal the Amulet of Kings! I don't know how you four did it, or why, but I'll see that you rot in the dungeon for the rest of your miserable lives!

The man in sackcloth sheathed his own sword and put a hand on the White Armored man's shoulder

Grand Master

Easy there, Amadus. Surely I can take it from here. There is no need for you to get mixed up in all of this, and I can testify to their innocence as one of my own Blades saw the murderer with his own eyes- it was none of them.

Amadus grumbled as he gave the Grand Master a slight bow of the head, shoving purposely past Nessus and Evelyn with a shoulder tapping each of them just enough to make room for him to pass. He was heading towards the line of guards at the gate behind them, across the other end of the bridge.

The Grand Master looked at all of them as he clutched the Amulet tightly, his knuckles white and tensed

Thank you for this, Khajiit, I did not expect you to so simply hand it over though I know of your innocence. You will have to forgive Amadus Phillida, as the Commander of the Prison District he tends to be quite... tense.

I am Jauffre, Grand Master of the Blades, the Secret Order that protects the Emperor. This is the Amulet of Kings, a prized and important tool of Emperor's since St. Alessia herself. I thank you again for returning it so peacefully.

If I might ask, though- I know who sent you. The other guards did not see the portal or the man but I did, and Baurus told me of a similar incidence in the sewers. It would seem you have been chosen for some reason to aid the Empire, and so I would ask if you would do this Empire a favor?


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

After watching everything that had happened between the guard and Jauffre, Evelyn turned toward the blade and quickly kneeled placing her forhead against the hilt of her sword.

The... Amulet of Kings? Why is it here? Could this be possible? Could the unthinkable have happened?

"My humble apologies. If the Empire - or the Blades - need me, I am at your command."

GM:

I'm kind of assuming here that my character would know about the amulet. My character is a paladin and fiercely loyal to the empire, so I thought it would be appropriate. If you don't think so, let me know and I'll adjust accordingly.


Evelyn the Amulet is pretty popular, since this is the high light of the Empire's reign in most of the lore I've read. Only people who wouldn't know about it, maybe, are those from Elsweyr exclusively or Black Marsh exclusively.


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

Right, but I mean KNOW about it. What power it holds, its importance, and that sort of deal. Most people think its the crown that's important, but it's the amulet. That's what I remember from Oblivion anyway.


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

The khajiit listens to Jauffre and is not too surprised when the armored female drops to a knee. He, however, was a bit more cautious. The past three years taught him to be more wary and more than a bit untrusting...

After a moment, he responds, "Don't see as the Empire has done much for me so far. What would it give me now for my help?" Not that he was all that greedy, really, but Fa'zakar had to be an opportunist to survive the tough streets...


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

"Wait, THIS is the amulet of Kings, Amadus said that Fa'zakar stoled the amulet and there were an assassin, which were not Fa'zakar.
The only logic implication is that the king is... dead?"

The face of Nessus quickly became stunned. Who did that? Why? And why are we chosen?


Jauffre sighed- all the depression of the death of the Emperor seemed to rest on his shoulders. His old, bagged eyes looked down at the ground as he leaned up against the bridge's edge near one of the ever burning fire pits.

We... The Blades... Failed. After Uriel Septim's sons were killed we fled him to a secret passage with Baurus and another two blades. That group then escaped with a prisoner, one that Emperor Uriel believed was special for some reason. Regardless-

The Emperor did not make it out alive, nor the prisoner. When Baurus was done being tampered with by the one who brought you all here he said both the prisoner and Emperor's bodies were gone, as was the Amulet of Kings. The Blades, and I, as their Grand Master, have been searching non-stop for the Amulet and clues to its whereabouts since that night. Fortunately, "he" told me where to find the new champions. The ones who would close shut the jaws of Oblivion.

Jauffre looked to Evelyn As you have sworn a service to the Blades, I would call in that favor. We must go somewhere more secluded to discuss this, however. Just under the bridge should be fine- as now this contains secrets only the Blades, truly, only I myself, know.

Feel free to question him before going with him to underneath the bridge you currently stand on, however, he will not give any more direct details regarding the Amulet of Kings until you are under the bridge.


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

"You speak of the one who brought us here...as if you know who he is. Can you share that with us? The ones who were actually sent here by him? I never saw him - only heard a voice before appearing here. Do you know anything else about why, or how, we were brought to this place?"


Jauffre appeared uncomfortable about the topic, and unsure of how to speak about what he knew.

You.... were brought here by a Daedra. Sheogorath. He apparently appeared to Baurus before the Emperor and Prisoner disappeared, and appeared to me a few days later, just a few minutes ago.

I am unsure of his intentions. All he told me before he faded away again with that laugh of his was "You were supposed to have one- I'm giving you four."

A word of caution- no matter how helpful they appear, Daedra are not to be trusted.


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

"The same can be said about the Blades..." the khajiit mutters under his breath...but just loud enough to be heard.

"Well, then, I guess we're off on a grand adventure for the Empire. Let's get on with it..."


Jauffre waves for the group to follow him as he turns and then begins to walk to the other end of the bridge.

At the end of the bridge is a winding, steep path and underneath an unlit almost cavern like under hang. The sun was beginning to go from high in the sky to low again- an orange tint covered everything, the rest covered in shadows of the evening light.


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

Evelyn stood and slid her sword back into its scabbard and quietly followed behind Jauffre. She was concerned, but clearly intently listening and excited to take part in something important and so much bigger than herself.

Sheogorath? I praise Stendarr that it is I who was sent.


As the sun began to give off it's last bits of light, Jauffre turned to the group with a worrisome face

I apologize for the timing and place of this meeting, but there is no other safe way to operate now that the Mythic Dawn are in full swing. The Blades are capable of many things, but this mission we are not, as it would bring to much speculation from the public, and, perhaps, the Mythic Dawn Cult itself.

Jauffre paused, ensuring this was understood as he continued, now moving tighter against the exposed foundation and shadow of the bridge above them.

The citizens of the empire believe that there are no more heirs to the throne, and that without an heir we will plunge into chaos.... But despite what the Black Horse Courier spins, this is not true. There is one other heir, a bastard to the Emperor Uriel Septim himself. I was the one who personally escorted this child of the Emperor's to a farmer in Kvatch to raise, and have not spoken of it since until tonight...

I need you all, should you accept it, to go and fetch this final heir. He is the last hope of Cyrodil and possibly all of Tamriel. Dark days are ahead, and the people need an Emperor. Not one in public who they see everyday, but an operative in the shadows. It is his blood that with the Amulet of Kings, may close shut the jaws of Oblivion forever.

The entire Empire Treasury is, in a manner of speaking, at your disposal. There is more to come if you should find Martin Septim and bring him to Cloud Ruler Temple- this is the only safe place that remains in most likely all of Tamriel for the heir to hide as we discover a way to fight back against the Mythic Dawn and Mehrunes Dagon.

Will you accept this offer, Champions of Sheogorath?

Jauffre then walks up to each one of you individually, clasping a large bag of Septims in your palm and whispering a message to each of you.

Nessus:
You are a loyal citizen of Bravil, no? I believe I have seen you in a market or two. Your skills will be quite useful here, Nessus of Bravil. Keep to your past associates, they are the key to your success in the future. This, Sheogorath and the Divines have for some reason revealed to me.
*Gives you 50 GP*

Evelyn:
You are a valiant follower of the mighty Stendar. In the future this will pay of greatly- always keep the Nine in your Mind, and brace your sword and shield at any foe, for they are with you. The one who brought you here tells me that you shall find what you seek... Though I do not know what this could mean, I believe you do, hm? Stendarr has hidden something in you, I think. *gives you 50 GP*

Fa'zakar:

Your distrust is warranted- be wary of anyone who is not Martin Septim for the group. Of this I beg of you- do not even trust me when we meet next, dear Khajiit. After all, your eyes are truer in sight than you yourself know.
*Gives you 50 GP*

Bends the Willows:
The An-Xileel of Argonia have shown much success against the Daedra. I believe you and your companion will have just as much success as they. You will lead the group through many perils, Sheogorath has told me that this is why he picked you. There is no greater a tracker than you throughout Tamriel. Take confidence in yourself- the Ancestors watch over you closely. And do not worry last bit is in Argonian Your people are fine without their Shaman, as they now have one watching over them who cannot be defeated- Sheogorath himself. *gives you 50 GP*

Please, let me know if I can assist you in the direction you may need to take, or anything else. I am Grand Master of the Blades- if I cannot help further, it is likely there is no one who can.

You each have something special inside of you, something that is a direct reason for why you were chosen. You do not know what it is yet, and it was not revealed to Jauffre- but Sheogorath knows, and when the time comes, so shall you!


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

What? The only person named Martin in Kvatch is a priest, not a prince! I'm also quite sure that he comes from a poor family, he doesn't have the look of a rich men.
Maybe the king heard that girls at Kvatch were nice and tried that voice himself. Hehehe, even the royals are just people!

Despite his thinking, Nessus remained serious. He's still in front of a person who actually thought that the king was a very respectful ruler. He also offered him money!
After that kind offer, Nessus answered:"I thank you for this offer, Jauffre. I have some friends at Kvatch, perhaps I can convince some of them to give me a little help. In any case, what do we know about this Mythic Dawn cult? And why did they murdered the king?"


My Blades are currently investigating to see what it is they are doing- we do not know much. All we know is they are followers of an old cult, and its leader, Mankar Camoran. They worship Mehrunes Dagon, but aside from this... Even we know next to nothing about them yet.

Do not worry, however. The Blades are known for their quick reconnaisance of an enemy. We must redeem ourselves in the name of the Emperor we failed.

As far as why, all we can see is that for some reason they are after the Imperial Lineage. Most likely for this Amulet of Kings, or perhaps something more sinister. We do not know.


Bends the Willows was still unsure about the situation that he had been cast in. This strange amulet, an heir to a throne that he cared nothing about, teleportation and Daedric princes, a daedric cult, and a strange lot that had been selected for some unknown reason by some unknown source. His own people were considered a 'cult' by most of their fellow Argonians, so he cold empathize with them on some level. Killing an emperor, however, was sheer stupidity. The argonian shaman wasn't the greenest leaf on the tree, but he had enough common sense to tell when an action could put your cause in more trouble than it was worth.

I understand that the wilds of Cyrodiil are dangerous, but they do not hold a torch to the bogs of Black Marsh. I can help guide them to this Kvatch, but I cannot promise much more than that, as I am not accustomed to this land and its ways.


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

Sorry - went on a business trip this week. Wayfinder on my phone wouldn't let me post, and the hotel computer had old browser software so I couldn't log in to Paizo... =/ Back home now and catching up!

Fa'zakar looks about the cave - he liked the effective hiding place for its relatively easy access and yet absolute secrecy. After listening to Jauffre, he simply asks, "And what if young Martin does not believe our tale. Do you require his willing presence at this Cloud Ruler Temple fortress? What is the time limit on us?"


No worries gentlemen! Thank you!


Jauffre gave a relaxed smile as he began to make his way up the hill

Do not worry, Argonian, I do not think it is the forests of Cyrodil the Sheogorath was talking about. As for your question, Fa'zakar-

Martin is a Priest of Akatosh, I do not believe he will resort to violence. Oh, my. In all of this mess I must have forgotten this.

Jauffre quickly walked back down the hill leading up to the bridge as the night somehow got darker, and it began to rain I must be going now, but this should settle any problems you have with the local authorities or Martin, hm?

Jauffre then handed a closed letter to Fa'Zakar, sealed with both the Blades and Imperial insignia.

Jauffre took one last bow before turning to leave for the last time You MUST save Martin and bring him under the protection of the Blades before it is too late! I fear that as every second ticks by the Mythic Dawn grows stronger and stronger.

It is a downpour with "moderate" winds. -4 on Perception, Fly, and Range Weapons.


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

Nessus bows and wishes safe travel to Jauffre.
Then he turns to the other people saying:"Ok, I'll just reach the nearest shop to buy a scroll and then we can get to Kvatch. Do you have something to buy or, I don't know, whatever else you might have to do? In any case, I'll wait you all at Weye."


Spoiler:
You may be disappointed with the current state of the Imperial City, Nessus ;)


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

After taking in all of the information, Evelyn nods at Nessus.

"No. I'm eager to reach Martin sooner than later. I'm ready to leave the moment the rest of you are."


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

"I'm not much for running around in the rain, but I suppose our mission is more important than my comfort, so let's get moving..." He pulls the bow from his back and falls in behind Evelyn.


Nessus, you may feel free to make an appeal to stay at Weye, which is just outside the Imperial City limits, or you may decide to succumb to the group opinion and travel with.

I am fine with either outcome :)

Since you are the only local, you most likely have some pull given the lack of interaction until now.


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

Well, it will take, what, 10 minutes? That's also on the road we have to take, in any case unless you want to swim. If 10 minutes can help me improve my efforts, then I let it go. No reason to be not well prepared.


Deciding on Weye, the group moves with Nessus at the lead.

With night having fallen, and the rains and winds not letting up, it takes the group nearly twenty minutes to arrive in the town just outside the Imperial City Bridge. Nessus being the only native did not help the matter of travel, either.

Everyone gimme a perception roll!
Nessus you can roll "Local Knowledge" instead, since you know the Imperial City layout as any native would


Human Adept 1 / Rogue 3 | AC-16 T-13 FF-13 | HP 24/24 | F +1 R +6 W +5 | Init +3 | Perc +10 (+11 vs. traps)

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Fazakar likes the dark, hates the rain. "Why do we not stay the night here? Perhaps the rain will have passed by morning..."


Female Breton Undead Scourge | HP 12/12 | Smite 1/1
Stats:
AC 20, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 18, CMD 17 | SR 14 | Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1| Init +2 | Perception -1

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

"We should make our way to Kvatch as quickly as possible. If we stop here for the night, I suggest we get up extra early to head out. Rain or shine."


Male AC-16 Touch-12 Flat-14 (+4 against incorporeal) // HP 9/9 //Saves *All +2* // Binding Darkness 7/7 --Relevant stuff--

"I agree with Evelyn. Even if we rest now or later, we'll be still wet. It doesn't really matter."

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13


Fa'Zakar:

A guard sits outside of the Waynet Inn. Due to it being night and the storm above you, you see very little else aside from the road at your feet.

Evelyn:

A guard sits outside of the Waynet Inn. The night and storm covers the house just across the path from it, though you cannot see much else aside from the path at your feet and the dim glow of the torch in the guard's hand.

Nessus:

A light is on inside the Waynet Inn- you know the owner, Nerussa, and that she most likely has enough beds available for all of you.

There are no merchants available to you in Weye, and as you look to the Imperial Bridge just beyond the Inn you notice an irregular amount of guards at its entrance.

Let me know if you want to go into the Inn, or start walking towards Kvatch. Bends the Willows, let me know about you to.

A bolt of lightning cracks across the sky- the rain isn't falling harder.

But it sure feels like it is.

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