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The pain in Dusk’s leg had slowly subsided after Luer’s healing work. The large creature had honestly no idea why he was being helped by Luer, and he couldn’t ask him why. Dusk decided that standing would be the best course of action, since his leg had fully healed with the combined power of his own biological healing and luer’s magic. It was amazing that he didn’t fall over from the lack of blood, but he managed his balance. The archer, much smaller that Dusk, offered a shoulder, but Dusk didn’t want to bother the human. He didn’t want to be considered a burden so he waved off the offer and shook his head. Dusk turned to walk back towards the market, but then almost immediately fell over with the gracefulness of a dead fish slapping onto a table. He decided it might be better to have the shoulder after all, so he waved Luer over.

After a few minutes of getting used to the awkward height difference, the two had finally made it back to the market to find a crowd dispersing from their comrades. Dusk still had no idea how to thank Luer for the assistance, so instead he gave the archer a soft pat on the head.

Another smaller group seemed to gather around Dusk, some of the people asked “what is that thing?” while others whispered something about him being a demon. Dusk towered over the people. Half of the people stared at him with fear, while others with wonder as to what he was. Luer and Dusk were a still a small distance from their comrades, so it might be hard to get through the crowd to them. This had to be strange day for the people.
 

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Luer backed off when Dusk declined his help, but he did not leave. He watched the other as they stood and headed out. Dusk fell and Luer went to help him up. He offered a small smile after they got situated and headed for the market to find the rest of the group. He had no idea where the others were though thankfully it did not take too long to find them. It seemed they were just now getting out of a mess with the locals.

The archer glanced up to Dusk when he patted him on the head. Come to think of it, he has not said a word since they met. “Not much of a talker, are you?” He asked. He nodded though and smiled to the much taller man. “You are welcome. It is the least I could do to help.” He offered. He would need to find a way to at least learn the man’s name.

He glanced around though as a crowd began surrounding them. As if they already were not far enough behind the main group. He sighed silently and began waving the people off and trying to get past them.
 

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#23
- Artis Solum, Twilight Warrior - Cyrodiil, The Bloated Float Inn -

The waterfront housed two boats, one of which did indeed catch his interest: The Bloated Float Inn. Unaware at first someone was behind him, Artis stepped aboard and then inside, taking in his surroundings for a few moments. A cramped, damp smelling ship it was, but oddly inviting, as one would expect of an Inn, in spite of the large, imposing Orc who did catch Artis off guard for a time, but he would be swiftly greeted by the bar keeper, who appeared to be a High Elf, or a man with a longer than average face and extremely pointed ears to Artis, having never seen an Elf, High or otherwise. Nevertheless, Artis cleared his throat and began.

"Hello there!" He replied to his greeting, then eyed the interior of the Inn once more as the bar keep proclaimed its magnificence. "She, certainly strikes me as fine." Artis went on, speaking honestly as he did take a liking to the unique Inn, though he quickly became sheepish as he didn't recognize the name 'Cyrodiil', rubbing the back of his neck. "Umm...I'm afraid you've caught me a bit unawares...I'm a visitor to town, so I was wondering if you could tell me about this place a little more? If it's not too much trouble of course."

Artis then gasped, noting his impoliteness. "Oh, I'm Artis, by the way." He introduced himself with a small bow and an arm across his chest, stepping forward a few paces to the bar.
"Really? You must've traveled from quite far if you don't recognize where you are." Everyone in Tamerial knew of the Imperial city, though most never visited it outside of Cyrodiil. Mainly because of the border disputes and issues with the other regions, but to not recognize it at all was a rarity. Artis himself seemed human, so for him to not know was quite a mystery. "You're in the Imperial capital of the empire, of course. The Imperial City itself. The 'town,' I'm guessing you saw, is nothing more than a residential part of the waterfront, where the more downtrodden of the city live. The float is the most popular with them, along with sailors who've ported, but we aren't just for those in the lower social classes. We've a fine arrangement of wines, ales, and brews for purchase, each of which is highly regarded in the city as some of the best drink in all of Tamriel.

Even with such a strange guest, Ormil was acting the salesman, combining information with a pitch for spending money. "And of course, we offer rooms down below deck, each of which is accommodated to your needs. Only ten septims per night." He said with a smile on his face. Before Artis could answer, the door swung open, banging against the wall hard. In the doorway was a massive brute of a man, wearing rather strange armor in Artis' case, though for Delsin, if he knew his history, even a little, the armor design would seem similar to his own world, far in the past of knights and Christianity.



He stood there for a couple of seconds, looking around the room, with a menacing aura about him. It felt like he would attack at any moment, with the room going completely quiet. His hands reached up, and took off the helmet, showing a man with a grey stubble beard and dark grey hair reaching down to his neck. His skin was a tanned color, and his eyes a bright blue, but he had a big smile on his face as he looked over to Ormil. "Callintus Dergium, how good to see you again!" Ormil shouted over to the knight, who walked down the steps towards the bar.

"Ormil, you high elfed bastard! Glad to see someone hasn't run you out of town with the prices you charge!" The knight had a deep, yet booming voice to him, as his aura changed from menacing to comforting as he spoke.

"Oh come now, my prices are the most affordable in all the waterfront!" Ormil spoke to him as if they've known each other for a long time.

"Yes, but if there's a man with a big purse, your prices go up a notch or two, no?" The knight leaned face forward against the bar, elbows on the table as he spoke.

"Very funny. What brings you around here, I haven't seen you in ages."

"Knight business. Rumors flying about, some of which are concerning to say the least. I felt the need to check them out."

"It wouldn't happen to involve the emperor, would it?"

"Confidential, I'm afraid. All I can say for now......." The knight finally looked over to Artis, and saw Delsin out the corner of his eye. "Well, well, well. Can't say I've ever seen men in outfits like yours. You especially." He looked right at Artis when he said the latter. "It's a bit sunny out for a rain coat, isn't it?" His outside was a bit out of the ordinary, especially since there wasn't a cloud in the sky at the moment.

Frank Jaeger

The city was strange in Frank's partially augmented eyes, as despite the strangeness that the passerby had among them from the pointy eared ones to the ones that looked like humanized cats, they crowded around one of the people that was in the Tardis. She was new, and he hadn't caught her name. Part of him didn't care much, as it would be inevitable until he would learn of it during a quiet time when they introduced themselves. While another part of him wanted him to force the crowd away with show of force. That part of him was pushed away before it clouded his judgement and made him do something stupid.

Thankfully, the doctor took care of the situation. Saying something about how she was under Imperial protection. The sentence making Frank give a low chuckle.

His attention was taken away as he heard someone say next to him. "That's pretty odd armor, what is it made out of?" Frank turned to face the speaker. Said individual was a short thin man with yellowish hair. He had one of those faces that looked like the person was forever smiling. A feature that annoyed Frank.

The man before stepped back when Frank's cold gaze locked onto him. "I don't know and don't care. It protects me and I am bound to it." He said in response to the man's question.

The smile never going away, the man replied with. "That's odd. But if I had to guess, maybe Elvish or maybe Ebony. Though it lacks the shininess of it...." The man paused for a bit, the smile drooping slightly. He continued. "Hm, you look like you've seen a fair share of battle, maybe you should head on down to the Arena and sign up. I love to watch the shows as I unfortunately cannot fight myself, and you look like you might be enjoyable to watch fighting. Who knows, you might even become The Champion." The smile on the man grew eerily bigger, only to serve to annoy Frank more and more.

But the mention of fighting caught his interest. "In this 'Arena.' Is killing the opponent allowed?" He asked.

Once again, the man smiled even wider. "Oh yes, you're allowed. Just don't cheat and you'll be fine."

After that, it was a simple process of being pointed in the right direction. It took Frank a few minutes of having to wander about, asking passerby where the Arena is, before finding himself before its gate. Inside were the sounds of practicing and talking that he could not hear. Walking inside, the sounds of someone punching something and another hitting something with a sword grew louder. Just by taking a look at them, most of the people looked to be fresh-faced idiots there for sake of fame, while others bore the familiar signs of fatigue that killing brings. Frank felt as if he recognized all of this somewhere due to how familiar it felt.

Some of them gave him looks. Said looks were a mix of "Who is this fool?" While others shrank away when his gaze met theirs. Frank just hoped that he would find the 'leader' soon and that this place would hold his interest long enough before he either got bored or annoyed....
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Delsin Rowe

The sights of the market square barely held Delsin's interest and due to the lack of outlets and service, his phone was near useless and he didn't want to waste the precious battery life. Not to mention, everything looked so dull that he wanted to brighten things up with some of his artwork, but due to a lack of his materials, that was also near impossible.

Course, he didn't do anything bad, hell he stopped to help passerby with carrying something inside and getting small payments in form of strange gold coins. Called 'Septims' after the Emperor or something. This was sounding more and more like something out of one of Eugene's games.

Not to mention, those guards were giving him an odd look. So needless to say, wasn't long before Delsin found himself on what seemed like the docks to the city. Wasn't shabby, as there appeared to be a bar made out of a ship from the looks of it. The thought caught his interest, sure he didn't drink often as Betty would give him an earful, and due to Reggie's cop attitude prior to the whole 'finding out I'm a power sponge' thing, regarding drinking too much. The thought of the two made Delsin frown for a second or two. The former being that it was a while since he had seen Betty and was meaning to visit her and the other Akomish. The latter, because he was gone for good.

Not wanting to dwell on those thoughts any longer as he sniffled lightly. He distracted himself with thoughts of what could be on the menu inside the bar. "Wonder if they have any drinks with 'Float' in the name...….I think my funny bone has cracked in past few days from being overused..." He chuckled at the thought of Fetch making a better joke, and at Eugene's light chuckles. The man would laugh at anything, even a shitty play on word puns and such.

Walking into the bar, Delsin become aware of a few things. One, this was small, like enough to make a claustrophobic lose their shit. Two, there was hardly anyone in here save for five people, including a barkeep. Whom was mid conversation with another man. Not wanting to distract the barkeep from business, Delsin took a seat.

Which Delsin got bored quick, the problem he alleviated by drumming his hands on his legs while humming a song. Delsin hoped that this wouldn't take too long.
Outsiders to the Arena bloodworks basically got the look of, "get the fuck out now." If you didn't seem like a fighter, you were gonna get your ass kicked out the door, and making you cry back to mama with a bobo. With Fox, the looks weren't as intense or aggressive, rather more curious. He looked the part of a fighter, with the armor being rather stunning to look at from all the others, but for now it was flash and style, no substance to back up the armor. Eyes a plenty were locked on him, and before long, someone walked out from one of the training rooms. A redguard with short dark hair, a stubble with grey around the edges. He wore iron armor, and had holstered on his back a greatsword. He looked like a brick shithouse, and stared daggers at Fox.

"I'll deal with him." He said to someone in the room. Fox wouldn't see who, as the wall was obscuring them. "I don't know who you are, friend, but you've got about ten seconds to tell me what you're doing in my bloodworks before I lop your arms off." He threatened while walking up to Fox, getting right in his face. Considering what he would answer, (I know this is a bit of a godmod, sorry Wander,) the redguard looked stunned at first. "You what? You want to be a combatant?" Then he laughed loudly right in Fox's face. "Look at you! My granny could beat you, and she's dead!" With a pause to follow, the redguard waited for Fox to do something, but when all that remained was silence, he finally spoke up again.

"Wait, you're serious, aren't you? What is with you people? You walk in, want to be combatants, and your entrails end up decorating my Red Room!" Obviously, Fox hadn't yet shown off his skills, but now was a good time to make his case for why they wanted him.

"Here you go, little fella. Back home, we eat these in sandwiches, or melted. Sometimes with smoothies, with or without the sandwiches. Speaking of smoothies, where are all the smoothie stores? Surely every world has a mind bright enough to invent the greatest beverage known to all."

An elven man - of a race that some would recognise as a Bosmer - walks among the marketplace, picking from the great cylinder of recently-purchased cheese to eat on the way and to feed a small bird that perched on his shoulder. It chirped in response most gleefully as it nibbled the cheese.

"You sure this ain't poison for you? I mean, I know chocolate is poison for dogs and peanuts are poison to me, but-"

His pointed ears caught footsteps, pittering and pattering across the ground. It seemed to be some type of thief chase!

"Doubt I'll be too fast in this state, why not you give it a go, Dingo?"

As the Bosmer whistled, the bird on this shoulder flapped its wings, whizzing through the air to strike the running elven thief! Meanwhile, the Bosmer followed his feathered friend.

Now, you must be wondering - where did this strange person come from?

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Quite a long while ago...

"Where am I?"

A young man woke up in a strange place. He checked his watch.

"OK, this is weird. This is like one of those recent anime trends. Hey, Gwen, Kevin, anyone there? This better not be any kind of prank!? By anyone!?"

He holds a palm to his head.

"Homesick already? This has to be another dimension. Better find a remedy."

The young teenager looks around, finding some hairs on the ground.

"Hmmm..."

He picks the hair up, rubbing it on his watch as it began to shine. A hologram pops up from the watch, surprising the teenager.

"Woah! Let's see what this alien can do."

He dialed the watch, causing it to pop up, before he smacked it down, causing his body to transform into that of another being. Looking into a nearby lake for his reflection, he ponders.

"Well, I don't think I feel too homesick now. I should at least half blend-in. After I figure out what powers this guy has... I should..."

He looks towards the horizon, gazing upon a towering capital.

"Answers."
As the thief fell over from the bird landing a good strike to the back of the head, Arthur came bolting in like a bat out of hell, and just as the thief got back on his feet again, BAM!



That thief was on his head, out cold the moment his skull hit the ground. Arthur, not even batting an eye at the Bosmer or the two people he was tailing, grabbed the money the thief had stolen from him. A good fifteen dollars were taken, and even though that kind of money was useless in this world, Arthur sure as fuck didn't like having shit stolen from him. Even if the thief would later realize what he stole was useless. Counting the money, he turned back to the Bosmer and gave him a little thank you salute. "Thanks.... Nice bird you got." He complimented, putting the money back in his satchel.

Seeing that his cover was now blown, Arthur decided now was as good a time to address himself to Aqua and Corrin. "Evenin'." He nodded to both of them. "Uh.... Weird question, but are you two not from here?.... Like, never been to this place before in the last week or so? And how you showed up here was a little, 'strange?'"

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As for the others:

When Lincoln was kicked out the shop for not having any money, or really anything to trade, the group had moved on without him, so he was lost within the Imperial city. While he roamed the streets, taking in the scenery, he would pass by a redguard laying on the ground by the side, along the sidewalks leading around the buildings. He wore a red attire, faded and dusty, like it hadn't been washed in some time, with his grey hair longer and tangled up, like it hadn't been taken care of in some time. He saw Lincoln passing by a quickly spoke up.

"Hey stranger, can you spare a few coins? I've just been shaken down by that bastard watchman and he took my last septim."

As for Luer and Dusk, while the crowds watched the strange black creature, none would try to approach him as they would Alistia. Too menacing looking, as if it was ready to attack, even though its body language was a lot more passive. Though the guards didn't care, as when Luer and Dusk passed through the crowd finally, a few steps forward and two guards already blocked their path. "Excuse me, sir, but I'm afraid you'll need to but that creature of a leash. It's starting to scare most of the residents in the area." One spoke, trying to assert himself over Luer to intimidate. They didn't like Dusk, not one bit. A lot more Daedric looking than Alistia was, and if Luer wasn't around, they'd easily try stabbing the poor guy.

However, their luck was still going well, as a woman, a dark elf to be exact, quickly ran up from behind them. "Oh guards!" She shouted as she approached the two. "These two won't be of any bother. They're here to help with my husband, you see." Both Imperials looked over to each other, recognizing the woman. They knew of her husband, and both looked both annoyed and unsurprising at the same time. "Ralsa, we realize your husband is rather.... 'unique' in how he conducts his business, but having creatures like these within capital walls is highly unorthodox."

"I know that, but my husband takes his role seriously, and if he needs such a creature to help him, then who am I to question it?"

Again, both guards looked at each other, then finally turned around to face Luer and Dusk. "If she vouches for you, then we'll allow it. But next time I see this thing without any sort of means to controlling it, expect to pay a handsome fine for disrupting the peace." With that, the guards left, and Ralsa stayed behind to face then.

"I know we haven't met before, but I have a very strong feeling you two would be wonderous help with my husband." She told Luer, giving a smile to the young prince.

With everyone so separated from one another, the only three people still together were the Doctor, Alistia, and Scott, all of which were looking around the city. The Doctor had found himself a map of the whole region of Cyrodiil, using the psychic paper to 'convince' a map maker to let him borrow it for Imperial business. The map showed the outline of the region, along with several of the major cities beside the capital. "So we're here," the doctor pointed out, "in the Elven Gardens District. And the Tardis is back in the Market District. I wouldn't mind seeing what the other districts are like, not everyday you visit a city like this." He rolled up the map and continued walking through the streets, with a light breeze going through his hair.

"I'll take this any day over that last world we were on, at least here the buildings aren't on fire."

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With so much going in within the city, out of everyone, the most important person inside the city, if not the whole world, was hiding. They had a part to play in Tamriel's biggest stage, yet when faced with this revelation, they ran. Why? Well, we need to go back a month.

Imperial prisons, especially in the city, are wet, dirty, and so deep below the ground, by nighttime it feels like you're trying to sleep in the negative temperatures. Doesn't help the only source of light to outside is a small, square, barred up hole with no glass window, so if it's raining out, your cell will have a giant puddle, or god forbid it start snowing. In the case of one 'Athena,' she'd only been in her cell for three days, awaiting trail for a crime she certainly did commit. Smuggling. The lightest of her offenses, as she was a jack of all trades. A merc for hire, one who would protect caravans trading in illegal goods, as well being a very good lock pick, pickpocket, and even a bounty hunter. Her life of crime was one she adopted long ago when she was just a child, a necessity to ensure her survival. Adapt or die. But, a story for another day.

For now, she was stuck in a cell, wearing basically potato sacks for clothing, with a dark elf in the cell opposite of her's, mocking both how she'll die in prison, and being extremely racist to her, all because an Imperial patrol decided to check the smuggled cargo to see it was filled with skooma. And that's not a drug you wanna be seen with around Imperial soldiers. It was either a life sentence in a prison far from here, or perhaps public execution, since she wasn't exactly pleasant to the guard who searched them. Expecting the worst, Athena was given a surprising amount of good luck. Three men in strange armor, calling themselves 'The Blades,' were guiding a man of great importance through her cell and down a secret passage; the door to it being a wall made of stones just next to her bed. Quite ironic to think about.

The man they were guiding and protecting? The emperor himself. Uriel Septim VII. At first, Athena didn't recognize him, and even when he revealed himself to her, she barely even blinked. She wasn't exactly found of the empire, much less a man who controlled it. In the brief time she knew him though, Uriel seemed different than what she initially thought of him. He had a kindness to him, his eyes had a comfort, and his voice deep, yet soothing. Uriel had a better understanding of what was to happen today than his blades did. Following Uriel, Athena escaped from her cell, and while the blades tried to keep her away, managing to trap her in a small section of the passage by locking one of the many metal doors, she somehow found herself crawling through a maze like dungeon, where goblins and rats festered in caves. When finding Uriel again on the other side, the blades wished to kill her, believing she was working for the assassins chasing them, but Uriel stopped them from such an act.

He had seen her before, you see. In his dreams. Her role in the world would soon drastically change once she left this place. And Uriel's would end soon. Yet he seemed not bothered by this. The blades didn't believe they would fail, and Uriel wouldn't see them as failures for when it was to happen. The only thing that mattered was Athena. Letting her follow again, the Blades found themselves trapped in a corner, with assassins all around them. Athena was given a weapon to protect the emperor. Yet the emperor was quick to hand her something else instead of a blade.

The Amulet of Kings. The most precious item of all the empire. A massive red jewel in the shape of a shield, held together by a small golden chain. The emperor emplored her to find a way out of these caves, find a man called Jauffre, and locate his only living son. She may not believe in destiny, but the gods have given her a new purpose in life. "Close shut the jaws of Oblivion." Those were Uriel's last words, before an assassin snuck up from behind a hidden door, and jabbed a knife into Uriel's back. Athena killed the assassin, but the only remaining blade looked in shock by the scene.

He understood what happened, and Athena explained what the Emperor told her. The blade encouraged her to also do the same, find Jauffre, and deliver the Amulet of Kings for the good of Tamriel. He would stay behind a protect the emperor's body, while she escaped the secret passage. Handing her a silver sword, Athena looked to the blade one last time, and ran. She found herself in the sewer system of the city, where it was cramped, dark, wet, dripping with water, and filled to the brim with mud crabs, rats, and even a few goblins. Not too far away from the cell. The smell even matched.​
 
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Gray Fox/Frank Jaeger

Frank returned most of the gazes with a cold stare until they looked away. Thankfully the leader of this merry band of combatants in this arena approached him. Looking annoyed, he asked Frank what he was doing. His reply was a simple "I wish to partake in the arena's 'activities.'" His face remaining neutral even as the man before him laughed at his choice in words. Before the humor vanishing with a mixture of surprise and renewed annoyance.

He would give the man a few seconds of silence where Frank stared at him. Before speaking up finally. "Unlike the random civilian that walks in here with no experience in the way of combat, seeking either glory or money only to end up wasting their life because the only training they had was killing an animal or practicing on dummy targets. I have experienced and done many things. I was probably younger than you were when you were but a child when I tasted the flavor of battle. Watched as my fellow boys in arms die from starvation or from the enemy. Dying for no reason other than because someone gave them that command."

He paused to stare right into the man's eyes. "I probably have more experience in combat and killing than you or most of the people in this room. And for you to accept, you want me to either regale you with tales of battles fought as if I were to tell a child dreaming of joining the military, filling their heads with grandeur only for them to die in a hole, or waste both of our times fighting a straw dummy? The only way to show off my skill is through direct usage. Put me in a match against someone and I will show you what I mean." He did not let his voice rise or lower. It kept the same level of the deadpan tone. Truth be told, part of him felt sad at the words as he wasn't exactly exaggerating, he was a child soldier, fought well in to his teens until Big Boss saved him from that life, or at least attempted to.

As he was soon pulled back in, brainwashed into being Null, later joining Foxhound and becoming its top agent and following Big Boss as he went to build a haven for people like him. Soldiers that were dishonored or rejected for simply fighting for a cause for what they believed in, later dying at the hands of his friend then being reborn as this freak of nature.

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Delsin Rowe

Delsin looked at up the man when he was addressed, looking at his clothes. A million remarks shooting through his head, some of them being smartass remarks or regular answers. He settled for something along his normal answering methods. "I try to be unique in how I look, and remarkably cheap as well. Only spent a forty dollars on this. Though I don't think it's around here so I can't really suggest it to ya." He quickly added. "Though I do not mean disrespect to you, as your outfit is pretty cool." He didn't want to exactly antagonize the man.

He lightly drummed on his knees once more, this time a bit slower.

"Nice uh bar by the way." He quickly added before returning to the drumming on his legs, humming a different song. In his head, he was somewhat trying to think of what to do. Part of him wondered if he should ask the knight if he knew anything about his situation and what to do, but another part of him also remembered that maybe some people in this place didn't take kindly to talk of that sort and he would be running a high chance of being called a heretic or something along those lines.

He hoped none of his worries were valid.

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#25
"To be honest I'm of the opposite opinion." said Alistia with a bit of a frown. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure this place is nice and pretty, but it's at peace while the other world was burning. I'd rather be there to try and help stop the burning than out here; but I guess I shouldn't be surprised after how much war and strife my homeworld has been through in the past few years. Peace is an ever-fleeting dream it feels like. I won't let myself be stopped but I won't let myself be fooled either. Not that it matters at this moment. My greatest fear, right now, is that some fool may have brought a primal here. Mr. Doctor, if we ever get the ability to travel down firmly the very first thing we should do is confirm that there are no primals within the multiverse. I cannot stress how important that is.

Simply put, a primal has the ability to enthrall a person, tempering them as it's more commonly known. It doesn't matter how strong or capable you are; if it hits you with enthrallment and you have a mind and/or soul, you're done. You're their servant forever. Thing is that they also gain power through worship; so for every being they enthrall they grow more powerful. A primal with only a bunch of kobolds worshiping it is enough to cause earthquakes, sink cities, or bring terror to the skies. An entire Goddess was born from one clan of beings that ended up threatening to destabilize an entire nation. Imagine what one could do with an entire city at their disposal! There is only one way to stop them; and that is me. I am immune to their enthrallment and, thusly, I can fight them."

She then took a deep breath before sighing a bit. "Sorry if I seem a bit antsy; but that's why."
 
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#26
After the encounter with Saturos and Menardi at Venus Lighthouse, and the battle against their fused alternate form; Fusion Dragon, Isaac and his party had witnessed Venus Lighthouse lit once more. After some hardships, he and his friends returned to the town of Lalivero, where a servant of Lord Babi had passed Isaac a item known as the Black Orb and was tasked with the objective to find Lemuria. Entering the dock to obtain Babi's ship, they found it was submerged in water.

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Channelling the power of Psynergy into the Black Orb, Isaac successfully raised the ship onto the water and his party boarded the craft.

"Are you sure we should be doing this? We don't even know where Lemuria is!"
"Didn't you see it from utop Venus Lighthouse? It was the area covered in perpetual mist and fog."
"Wherever it is, I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to leaving Gondowon... All my life has been there."
"Don't you think we all have had our lifes there? You're so inconsiderate, Mia."
"I'm the inconsiderate one? You were the one who kept bugging Isaac to wake up after passing out at Colosso, Garet!"
"We shouldn't be fighting right now. We should try to remain focused. We need to find Lemuria while also trying to find Felix and Jenna..."
"Ivan is right. Jenna and Felix are out there, somewhere. Our only stop to try to find them is Jupiter Lighthouse. Otherwise, they may be trying to find us in order to obtain the Mars Star."
"You're right Isaac. Let's get going."

As they made their journey out into the great Eastern Sea, something was afoot. All of a sudden the ship came into contact with some kind of Green Energy, and it engulfed Isaac completely.

"Isaac?"
"What's going on...? What's happening to me?"

Then all of a sudden, Isaac completely disappeared from the ship leaving Garet, Ivan and Mia alone on the Lemurian Ship.

"Isaac?"
"Isaac?"
"Isaac?"

The party looked at each other for a moment, then back to where Isaac disappeared.

"Isaac!"
"Isaac!"
"Isaac!"
"Isaac!"
"Isaac!"

  
With so much going in within the city, out of everyone, the most important person inside the city, if not the whole world, was hiding. They had a part to play in Tamriel's biggest stage, yet when faced with this revelation, they ran. Why? Well, we need to go back a month.

Imperial prisons, especially in the city, are wet, dirty, and so deep below the ground, by nighttime it feels like you're trying to sleep in the negative temperatures. Doesn't help the only source of light to outside is a small, square, barred up hole with no glass window, so if it's raining out, your cell will have a giant puddle, or god forbid it start snowing. In the case of one 'Athena,' she'd only been in her cell for three days, awaiting trail for a crime she certainly did commit. Smuggling. The lightest of her offenses, as she was a jack of all trades. A merc for hire, one who would protect caravans trading in illegal goods, as well being a very good lock pick, pickpocket, and even a bounty hunter. Her life of crime was one she adopted long ago when she was just a child, a necessity to ensure her survival. Adapt or die. But, a story for another day.

For now, she was stuck in a cell, wearing basically potato sacks for clothing, with a dark elf in the cell opposite of her's, mocking both how she'll die in prison, and being extremely racist to her, all because an Imperial patrol decided to check the smuggled cargo to see it was filled with skooma. And that's not a drug you wanna be seen with around Imperial soldiers. It was either a life sentence in a prison far from here, or perhaps public execution, since she wasn't exactly pleasant to the guard who searched them. Expecting the worst, Athena was given a surprising amount of good luck. Three men in strange armor, calling themselves 'The Blades,' were guiding a man of great importance through her cell and down a secret passage; the door to it being a wall made of stones just next to her bed. Quite ironic to think about.

The man they were guiding and protecting? The emperor himself. Uriel Septim VII. At first, Athena didn't recognize him, and even when he revealed himself to her, she barely even blinked. She wasn't exactly found of the empire, much less a man who controlled it. In the brief time she knew him though, Uriel seemed different than what she initially thought of him. He had a kindness to him, his eyes had a comfort, and his voice deep, yet soothing. Uriel had a better understanding of what was to happen today than his blades did. Following Uriel, Athena escaped from her cell, and while the blades tried to keep her away, managing to trap her in a small section of the passage by locking one of the many metal doors, she somehow found herself crawling through a maze like dungeon, where goblins and rats festered in caves. When finding Uriel again on the other side, the blades wished to kill her, believing she was working for the assassins chasing them, but Uriel stopped them from such an act.

He had seen her before, you see. In his dreams. Her role in the world would soon drastically change once she left this place. And Uriel's would end soon. Yet he seemed not bothered by this. The blades didn't believe they would fail, and Uriel wouldn't see them as failures for when it was to happen. The only thing that mattered was Athena. Letting her follow again, the Blades found themselves trapped in a corner, with assassins all around them. Athena was given a weapon to protect the emperor. Yet the emperor was quick to hand her something else instead of a blade.

The Amulet of Kings. The most precious item of all the empire. A massive red jewel in the shape of a shield, held together by a small golden chain. The emperor emplored her to find a way out of these caves, find a man called Jauffre, and locate his only living son. She may not believe in destiny, but the gods have given her a new purpose in life. "Close shut the jaws of Oblivion." Those were Uriel's last words, before an assassin snuck up from behind a hidden door, and jabbed a knife into Uriel's back. Athena killed the assassin, but the only remaining blade looked in shock by the scene.

He understood what happened, and Athena explained what the Emperor told her. The blade encouraged her to also do the same, find Jauffre, and deliver the Amulet of Kings for the good of Tamriel. He would stay behind a protect the emperor's body, while she escaped the secret passage. Handing her a silver sword, Athena looked to the blade one last time, and ran. She found herself in the sewer system of the city, where it was cramped, dark, wet, dripping with water, and filled to the brim with mud crabs, rats, and even a few goblins. Not too far away from the cell. The smell even matched.
Once Isaac had come back to, he discovered he wasn't on the ship anymore. He was in a dirty, smelly and rancid sewer section of a city, crawling with rats, goblins and some kind of crab. Taking a look around for a moment, he gathered his surroundings.

"(Where exactly am I...? I was just with my friends travelling to Lemuria a second ago...")

He confirmed to himself, looking for any similarities. There weren't any, so he immediately speculated that he wasn't in a familiar town setting. That was however when some Goblins came to attack him. Recognising them as closely related to the Hobgoblin line-up chain that he had faced while travelling Weyard, he had prepared his weapon and braced for combat. He utilised part of his Venus Psynergy to cause two small quakes of Earth and knocked them about in the small confined space that they were in. Would anyone up above where he was feel small tremors?

After a few minutes of defeating Goblins either with his Psynergy or with his Gaia Sword, he continued to press on-wards in whatever or wherever he was. Eventually, he found a woman. He wasn't quite sure what to think of her, considering both the state she's in and the local around her.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Where exactly am I?"
 

LenxKaitoYaoi

Yaoi Queen, Angst Connoisseur
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Passive. I’ll do both but I’m not great at leading RPs.
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Yaoi, modern/fantasy, fantasy, horror, romance and so on.
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Sci-fi. I’m not a sci-fi person. Not big on furries either.
#27
Luer had no issue ignoring the stares from the people around them. When they were stopped by some guards he rose a brow. Ignorance… “I am not going to leash someone who is injured and needs help. Despite his appearance he has never been hostile, to me or anyone else.” He stated. People who judge based on appearances, they piss him off. These guards had no right. It was obvious this intimidation attempt failed on him. Look at Dusk! Now that is an intimidating being. But this guy? Not a chance.

He turned when a woman’s voice called for the guards, but his expression seemed to read confusion as she insisted they were to help her husband. He did not recall agreeing to do anything of the sort. It did not take him long to realize why she said it though. He focused back on the guards and gave a glare as they demanded he put a control on Dusk. He was not going to leash an intelligent and gentle… man? He will go with that.

He tried to shake it off though, and give a thankful look to Ralsa. “We owe you. If I can help as a way to repay that, I would be happy to.” He stated. He could not say for sure if Dusk felt the same, but the creature was no doubt a gentle one. He just needed a way to communicate with him and that would help things a lot. “What does your husband need help with?”
 

Nero Kunivas

One Who Throws Buildings
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Sometimes Passive, sometimes Aggressive. Direction and being Directed is fine with me.
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Romance.
#28
- Artis Solum, Twilight Warrior - Cyrodiil, The Bloated Float Inn -

The Knight that had entered was certainly intimidating at first, leaving Artis thinking for a short while that he was there on, less than pleasant business that he probably didn't want to be a part of. These concerns were thrown to the wayside after Callintus removed his helmet, greeting the High Elf Ormil like an old friend, though he apparently had some confidential information that he couldn't share, not even to Ormil. Soon however, Callintus turned his attention to Artis and commented on his clothing, though it wasn't only to himself and thus, Callintus drew Artis's attention toward Delsin at last, giving him a friendly smile before facing the Knight once more, noting his comment regarding his "rain coat", twirling one of the silver drawstrings on said coat, chuckling softly.

"I'm just most comfortable in this, though when the rain does come, I'm more than prepared. Thankfully, I'm not as warm as you may be thinking either." Artis commented, then decided to evaluate the Knight's attire with his eyes. "You're certainly well dressed compared to I, Sir...Call-in-tus? I hope I remembered that correctly, my name is Artis, by the way. Pleasure to meet you." Artis spoke with a respectful bow, then turned to Delsin, who hadn't risen from his seat, but had also addressed Callintus's remarks. "And yourself, Mr...?"

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