Ronan Leinster
Ronan continued to walk towards the figures, treading carefully as he advanced. He perceived them as a man in fancy clothing, and a lizardfolk looking individual. He had not much time to ask for directions. None at all, being more specific. Another lizardfolk came running, with three military looking masked men, with a clear killing intent. Ronan narrowed his eyes focused even more on the scene unfolding. A good choice, because the man spotted a threat behind him, and didn't bat an eye to eliminate it, while donning his face with a somewhat grim skull mask. He shifted to position behind the ones noticed first, killing yet another one with the same ease, and downing the final two with a powerful gust of wind.
It didn't took the masked individual long to notice Ronan. Being spotted by the assassin mage, stealth was out the window. So, not knowing what was ahead, he instinctively activated his gauntlets and boots. Illuminating the surroundings with his white veil of energy as he did. Not showing signs of hostility, being merely wary instead, he responded "I don't wanna kill either of you, so there's that. An explanation as to why was I pulled out of Targia would be cool, though. Where even are we?" Even if they were really the bad guys, Ronan wanted to have some answers. He was not recognized, so it was unlikely that he was on Targia or neighbors to the country. Translocated? The lizardfolk, the assassin mage and himself looked to be from quite different places, that's for sure.
From behind Corvo, using an invisibility potion, someone tried sneaking up on him with a knife, planning to stab the assassin in the back. And behind the Argonian, his chasers appeared.
Corvo Attano The Dunwall Butcher
Imperial City Sewer
The assassin approached with bated breath, blade aloft to murder, when suddenly, Corvo half-turned to look directly at him. That was the last thing the assassin had seen, the final moment of his existence of Nirn.
He did not have the opportunity to live any longer, as nearly faster than the human eye could process, Corvo slammed his folding blade into the man's neck at an angle that drove it straight through his brain. The assassin's corpse dissolved into ash faster than it could start bleeding, so fast that most normal people would stare at the aftermath trying to puzzle together what happened, and in what order of events.
Corvo didn't stop there, however.
With tempest speed, he put his mask back on then seemingly blinked away from existence, his body collapsing into dark motes of gas, only to unfold back into form right in front of the running Argonian, interposed between him and the assassins like a human shield.
The foremost of the assassins dashed forward, testing Corvo's reaction times with his shortsword, but Corvo found the assassin wanting, easily deflecting the strike, only to step forward and to the side, jamming his sword into the man's neck. Before his corpse properly dissolved into ash, Corvo was already running forward, only to slide low, between the pair of assassins who'd raised their shields and blocked their visions in expectation of a frontal attack.
Corvo spun around as he rose from his slide, raised up his left hand, then slammed it forward, and with abandon conjured a gust of wind so powerful it tossed both assassins like ragdolls over the Argonian's head, and down beneath Talon's feet, completely at her mercy.
Those watching attentively might've noticed that the tattoo on his left hand kept glowing throughout the entire deed.
At the conclusion of the slaughter, the masked man turned around to face Ronan, standing in the darkness. "Based on your choice of attire, I presume you're not one of them. Were you translocated here, as we were?"
@Vulthurmir @Wade Von Doom @Valkan
Once Corvo realized there was someone making sounds behind them, they'd noticed the splashing noise came from down the waterway, around the corner, as someone was running. The sound of feet clicking off the stone ground got closer and closer, until eventually the one running finally appeared. An Argonian. He was looking behind his back as he came towards them, not noticing Talon and Corvo until he was a few feet away. Once he did, he stopped in his tracks; quickly pulling out his short sword. "Who are you!?" He shouted, not thinking they were whoever his attackers were, since they certainly didn't dress like them. "What are--..... What?" He was very confused by the still living blade next to Corvo, as Talon was dressed like one.
From behind Corvo, using an invisibility potion, someone tried sneaking up on him with a knife, planning to stab the assassin in the back. And behind the Argonian, his chasers appeared.
Three, to be specific. One carried a short sword, two with a sword and shield. The Argonian slowly tried backing up, not wanting a fight. "Kill them." The first chaser ordered, before, they all charged.
Talon
Imperial City Sewers
The moment the Argonian appeared, Talon already had her blade at his throat in the blink of an eye.
He looked like a thief. Smelled like one too, as she had to stop herself from blocking her nose the moment she had his scent. Instead, she simply gave him a snarl full of teeth.
"Your presence offends me, criminal. Tell me why I shouldn't free your head from your body?"
Though the question was quickly drowned out with the appearance, and dispatching, of several members wearing some manner of Daedric armor - Familiar in a way that she couldn't quite tell yet - The only remnants of their ambush being a pile of ash and two disposable sources of information, which Talon was quick to knock out before they could rise yet again.
Finally, she turned to regard the newcomer, snorting disdainfully at his words. "Careful, wretch. I care not for your enchanted toys, but threaten me again and I'll have your head on a pike."
Eventually, she sheathed her weapon, using her immense strength to carry both of the unconscious assassins by the scruff of their necks. Looking back coldly. "If you wish to stay in this stink, then be my guess. But I am leaving."
@Birdsie @Valkan
SEWERS:
Before he could answer either him or the other person with white hair, the other Argonian put a knife to his throat and threatened to decapitate his head. He froze in place, slowly raising his hands up, and preparing to explain he didn't want trouble. But his chasers caught up to him. And he wasn't looking to get into another fight, not while he was weak with hunger and only energy he had was used to make a break for wherever the sewer exit was. Yet, within seconds of each other, those three, and another who snuck up incloaked with invisibility, were taken out. Shakira struggled fighting just two with his randomly assorted weaponry. Yet, two were knocked out cold by the female Argonian, and the others turned to ash before their dead bodies hit the ground. This was no magic he had ever seen before. The only thing that came to mind for this quick killing assassin: Daedra worshiper.
"Be my guest." Shakira told Talon. She wasn't worth keeping around, but these other lads were. At least Corvo. "More are coming. If we head straight down this tunnel, we'll find an exit out, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know." He told Corvo and Ronan, keeping it quiet so Talon didn't hear as she walked away in the opposite direction.
He became distracted when he heard something though. A strange echo from down the tunnel behind them. The moment they turned, they'd see a light was coming their way. A bright red one. It was a fireball. Widening his eyes, Shakira quickly ducked to the ground, as the fireball flew right to where Talon was standing. When it hit, the fireball exploded, unleashing a fiery blaze that grew a few feet upon impact, and destroy part of the wall next to Talon. Dust covered them all from the destroyed stone, and when they could see again, more attackers were coming.
Many more. Twenty, by the looks of it. With one preparing another fireball in his hands to throw their way. Like hell Shakira was gonna fight that many, even with these strangers. He bolted down the tunnel, away from the attackers, and where the exit would be.
Hei/BK-201
The Contractor watched as Cal essentially went back to his cheerful self within a blink of the eye before Cal responded to him about his inquiry. Not too much specific information to properly discern who was responsible. Though when Cal mentioned the dream, that was a lead of sorts. Even if it meant Hei would have to go to whatever counted as a library here and do his own research. He was also going to have to get past the lockdown to get a peek into the sewers, even if it was an elite team of whatever origin, there were bound to be clues, or even an eyewitness down there.
Hell, he might even stumble on the murder scene and figure out the rest from there.
Then there was this Gray Fox character, whose infamy was so high he was hunted on sight. If this man was around as long as Cal had said, then most likely this man had connections or enough eyes on this city that he must've seen or heard something no matter who or what did the deed. But he was going to be a pain to locate and get him talking, he had personal experience with people who had gone underground, and depending on the individual and how skilled they were, they would only be found if they wanted you to find them. And that's in the future, where tech and the use of Dolls made locating people a breeze, this was magic and medieval at best.
He noticed Scout's odd behavior, before it was suddenly resolved. A line of questioning for later, but right now he had more important matters to get to.
"Cal, where's the library in this city, anywhere I can read up on such a dream or what the imagery meant? And where would the sewers be located, and where would I find a less than savory place for people of a morally gray area to gather?" He asked the Knight, he could wander around til he found what he was looking for, but that'd waste time and effort.
@Wade Von Doom @Wiggin @Amber Franklin @Snowtwo @BazusoTheGrey
"I'm afraid that will do you no good." Callintus explained. "The blood of Septim's is that of dragon blood, letting them see more than lesser man could ever read or study in any library. It's divine information through visions and prophecy, divination from Oracles, Seers, Farseers, Soothsayers, Prophets, those who hold a dedication to the Divines from years of worship. Uriel for years was always troubled by dreams, and even to men such as I, he never spoke a word of them to anyone. If he kept journals of them, they're locked away high atop the tower." He pointed to the main tower in the center of the city, the one that reached high into the sky.
"And there's no way we could get in there. Only high nobility, the counsel, members of the Septim dynasty, and scholars of the Elder Scrolls are allowed up there. Especially now, since there aren't anymore Septim's left." However, Hei would have a lead to follow. Callintus first chuckled upon him asking where he could find those less savory within the city. "Come now, Hei. A man like yourself should know that." He told him, as they passed by some of the market buildings in this section of the city. There was a beggar sitting on the ground, holding out a hand to passerby's and asking,
"Spare change, dear sir?" She asked the guard leading them. "I'm only askin' for enough to feed my kids." The guard didn't even bother looking her way, although Callintus snuck into Hei's hand a small bag of around 20 gold Septim's, the currency of the empire.
"The downtrodden of society could always use the help." He whispered, winking at him. Callintus had dealings with the Fox before. But, a story for another time. With Scout's question, they weren't too far from where the prison was. "Ask about the town. Gossip spreads fast, especially in taverns." He suggested. "If you wish, you can look around the city for yourselves. You're all easy to identify, so once I talk with my contact, none of the guards should bother you, and hopefully I can learn more about what they know, but if you want to get started on searching elsewhere, just speak my name to any guards that give you trouble, in case they don't get the message from the city watch. My name should at least make them think you're knights of the Divine, and they're not about to get on the bad side of them." He told them, giving a big smile. Even with the death of an emperor, his smile never faded. They were all ready to head off and explore, investigate this city and find out all the leads.
Made this old knight happy to be around such youth and vigor for adventure. "The Market Districts, Waterfront, and Arena are the best places to start, they'll be the most socially active, even during this lockdown. If you need any equipment," he checked to see how many Septims he had left, and.... not enough for everyone. "Ehhhhh, try finding some people who need help?" He suggested, unsure of what else to say. "People here are usually very good at rewarding help."