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"Speaking of monsters..." Lillian said, turning toward the wolf. "A friend of yours?"

Silver: Pet actually T__T

Lillian nodded. "I see." Then she turned to Silver, acknowledging what he said earlier. "I know you don't want to leave your brother. I'm not suggesting you do. I'm suggesting you let me go after him, in an attempt to rescue him. No need for you to turn yourself in if we can do that. Besides, turning yourself in would be pointless. I don't know much about your brother... Or about you, for that matter, but I can only imagine he'll refuse to leave without you. Then they'll have you both. If you want to join me, fine, I won't stop you. But you have to promise me your emotions won't get in the way."

Silver: Who said anything about surrendering myself I'm going to go their and kill all them and get my brother back

Flame: How you suppose you do that without your weapons and armor

Silver: Huh What are you talking about I have it right.....*realize that he doesn't have his armor on or his weapons* here .....T___T

Flame: *lets out a annoyed sigh*

Lillian looked to Silver. "This is what I meant about acting without thinking." She sighed, knowing how difficult this mission was going to be. The fact that Flame had shown up again didn't help, either.

Flame: Hmph...*hands Silver his armor and weapons* Idiot..*walking out of Whiterun*

Silver: Thanks Flame T.T....Wait Flame!

Flame: What now

Silver: You need to come with us

Flame: Why is that *close his eyes*

Silver: Detah is the one that has my brother

Flame: *eyes snap open* What did you just say

Silver: Detah has my brother

Myc was walking past Silver's little jolly group and overheard their conversation. Unintentionally of course.
"What did you say about that Detah?", he said.

Flame: *flames a short burst of flames came out of his hand* I'll meet you over there *runs out of the city*

Lillian watched the proceedings, then turned to Silver. "What's going on? Who's Detah?" She recognized the name from the letter, but had no idea who it was.

Silver: Detah is a powerful Nercomancer that wipe out Flame's entire village in front of him

“Hold on there,” came a soft voice from Flame’s left. His invisibility spell broke as he laid a hand on the Nord’s shoulder, trying to get him to stop. “Who’s the one acting without thinking now?” Nyrodyn asked him sternly. Not waiting for an answer, the Dunmer went on, “You need to think about this. Did you even know where you were going when you decided to bolt out of the city?” Shaking his head slowly, maintaining eye contact with the man, he continued, “Don’t run into this without ample preparation. You must always assume your enemy is one step ahead of you. They already anticipate Silver’s coming, if not yours as well.”

Flame:..True...You may be right Detah has been able to avoid me all these years...

“And yet he makes his existence known to you now.. in a precise location, at that. Perhaps it was not directly – he did not send the letter to you – yet it reached you, nonetheless. No doubt he anticipated that.” Running a hand through his black hair, Nyrodyn continued quietly, “He’s baiting you, you know. And no matter how prepared you think you are, he’s going to have the advantage. Do not let him exploit that advantage any further by not thinking this through.”

Flame: you think I don't know that I know first hand at what he is capable of

Nyrodyn frowned a bit, before it settled into a neutral expression. “All I know,” he said. “Is that you are a child barely past adolescence that is hungry for revenge. You’re bound to make mistakes, and until you’ve compensated me for helping you, your welfare is my concern.” He said it all very matter-of-factly, indifferently, as if what he’d said was of little circumstance to him. “Now,” he began. “Are you going to let me do my job? Or are you going to charge into this head-on without a second thought?”

Flame:..Fine I'll be at the college if you find anything out...*hands Nyrodyn 1200 gold coins* That is the down payment you will get the rest once you've obtain the information that I desire

Nyrodyn took the coin purse and pocketed it in a swift movement. Smiling sweetly at Flame, he said softly, “I take pride in being thorough in my work. Still.. is there anything in particular you want to know? Who’s with him? What.. items.. he may possess?” Both were questions that he was often asked to find out, and he was curious to see what Flame wanted to know especially about this Detah.

Flame: Just want to know where I'll find him nothing more nothing less But I do have to warn you though it may appears that he is working with a group of vampires..Once you get back I'll give you a potion of cure disease

Nyrodyn nodded thoughtfully at the information, both interested in that Flame only wanted to know the man’s location, and that he was willing to offer him a considerably more expensive potion once he came back. A potion that was not one of payment, but for his welfare. The Dark Elf wondered idly if the young Nord actually cared about him – which he doubted – or if he was that desperate for information that he was taking no chances in losing his source of said information. Still.. he could convey the information, pay him, and then send him on his way. Why give him something that would ensure his safety when he was no longer needed by the Dragonborn? Nyrodyn doubted it was simple kindness. Maybe he was going to be working under this man longer than he thought.. to the point where his client didn’t want him infected with any impeding disease like Vampirism.

Saying nothing of his internal thoughts, the Dunmer nodded in understanding, saying, “Until then.”

Flame: This is farewell for now..

"For now," the mer agreed quietly before turning away and heading down the path out of Whiterun's walls. Nyrodyn walked down the stone path to the Whiterun stables, humming thoughtfully. Once he reached them, he smiled, sliding up next to his black horse. Running a hand down her neck lovingly, the horse turning her head towards him in response, the Dunmer spoke to his mount gently, “There, there. That’s a good girl. What do you say we head up north, hmm?”

Guiding the mare out of the stables, he mounted the horse in one fluid motion before setting off on the road northwest.

Flame: *going to Winterhold*

Atop his black horse, Nightstrider, Nyrodyn was making his way to Morthal. The small city in itself wasn’t his primary destination, but it was a good place to leave his horse, and pick up on any gossip at the inn that may or may not be useful at all. It might not seem like a good time for idle conversations, from anyone else’s point of view, but Nyrodyn had learned that a lot of information could be found from people who were either too ignorant of what they were really saying, or too drunk to really realize what they were saying. Either way, stopping for a while every time he visited a city had become a habit of his, just because it was his way of gathering information, some useful, some not.

Right now, he was thinking of how he was going to approach this situation. He’d heard Lillian and Flame mention the location Blackreach before, but he wasn’t about to go straight into the lion’s den, as it were. No no, the Dunmer would take a much more subtle approach, firstly to even confirm if Detah was indeed somewhere in Blackreach.

He decided it would be beneficial to track the movements of the vampires that were seemingly under Detah’s command. Morthal was a hot spot for vampire activity, being an un-walled, yet considerably populated settlement. That, and there were rumors of a vampire clan in a cave near the area. He didn’t suppose those vampires in particular would be of any help in locating Detah, but vampires were very territorial, from what he knew from a.. friend. Should any other vampires be within the area, a skirmish should occur, and he should be able to pick up on it.

Even if that didn’t happen, Morthal was still a step in the right direction, Nyrodyn felt, and thus, he was on his way there even now.

Someone in a black cloak gets up and leaves

((OOC: In Morthal?))

Occ: Yeah

((OOC: Okay, I just wanted to make sure. ))

Nightstrider quietly clopped into Morthal, where Nyrodyn saw a figure in a black cloak slipping away. Instinctively adverting his eyes so the cloaked man wouldn’t know he was being watched should he look his way, the Dunmer raised an eyebrow to himself. He couldn’t go after every hooded man in black that he happened to come across, but as of now, he didn’t have any leads, and he was not about to let this possible opportunity slip by him.

Leading his horse as quickly as he could without arousing suspicion, he led his horse into the city and told her to stay there. He did so while slipping his coin purse into a small, locked case that easily fit in Nightstrider’s saddlebags. Sneaking with gold clinking in your pockets was very inconvenient, and very inefficient, Nyrodyn had learned for himself.

Finishing with his horse, he quietly left the confines of Morthal, heading in the direction the cloaked figure had gone. The problem with making careful preparations as he just had was that it took time, and sometimes the target could be lost within this time. Fortunately, however, the figure hadn’t gone far, and Nyrodyn quietly cast invisibility on himself, following the figure from a safe distance.

???: Who's there!?....

Nyrodyn said nothing, obviously, though he'd immediately stopped moving and crouched down, even though that was unnecessary since he was currently invisible, but it was habit.

???: *throws a dagger in Nyrodyn direction*

Instinct dictated for him to jump out of the way, but Nyrodyn forced himself not to, with a great deal of difficulty on his part. It was a hard thing to accept when learning the art of stealth, that no matter how close they got, no matter what happened, you just had to keep still. Even now, with years of practice, it was terribly difficult for him, but he kept his composure, and let the dagger whiz past his ear as he moved his upper body to the side a bit to avoid being struck by the weapon.

The dagger made a soft thump sound behind Nyrodyn and a sound of a body collapsing was heard

???: Urg..Nercomancers

Nyrodyn didn't dare turn around - or move at all, for that matter - to see what had caused that thumping sound, though he assumed it was a zombie, judging from the cloaked man's remark. So this man was affiliated with the necromancers somehow, even if it was just simple acknowledgement. So what did that make him? Was he one of the vampires..? For now, it remained to be seen.

???: *sighs* there is no really fun anymore

The mer simply stayed still, listening to the unknown man's little rant, but not really taking it in. He was more focused on keeping completely still, so that he didn't make even the tiniest of noises that might alert the man.

???: *takes off his hood reveling that it wasn't a man at all but a beautiful Breton woman*

"A necromancer, huh? Well then, it sounds like we need a plan..." Lillian said, turning in the direction Flame had gone. She noticed the dark elf appear out of nowhere as he touched Flame's shoulder. Her ears picked up on their conversation and she was glad, at least, that Flame wouldn't be running into anything. She wondered if this little 'group' of theirs really was meant to stay together. Still, she'd rather work alone. She never would have thought that this would have been a trap meant for Flame. Her curiosity burned in her, longing for answers. One of these days, she felt sure it was going to lead to her certain doom. But today would not be that day. She could find answers without rushing into a battle. Khajiits, after all, were excellent sneak thieves, and even if she wanted to set out to prove that stereotype wrong, she could use her effective sneaking skills for more than just thievery. She turned to Silver. "Our best option is to scope things out and see what's really going on here. First of all, I have a question. How well do you and Flame know each other? And how close is he to your brother?"

Nyrodyn blinked, but didn't say a word, nor did he move. He hadn't suspected the person he was following to be a woman, but then, he had been paying more attention on where he set his feet when he walked, careful not to snap any twigs or such. So he couldn't mentally smack himself in the face too hard, but he was frustrated with himself for not seeing it sooner.

???: Hmmm? Is someone there? *sighs* Of course you probably won't answer..if someone is out there to attack a poor defenseless girl *she said the last part with a teasing tone in hopes to get whoever following her to make a mistake and reveal themselves*


Silver: Well like I said he help me out when I first turn into a werewolf...This was right before I join the Companions I transform and nearly killed my brother but that's when he showed up and we duke it out until I turn back after that I've been kind of a infotainment for him to help find Detah. My brother is the same thing...kind of

Lillian sighed. "Well, apparently your brother's found Detah... Or Detah's found him. Does Detah know what you and your brother are doing for Flame?"

Silver: Yeah probably for me but not my brother...He's uh....He's kind of a master an this sort of thing

Lillian said nothing, thinking. This new bit of information didn't sit well with her. If his brother was the master, and Detah had caught him, they were certainly in for trouble. Her ears twitched as she thought. "What can you tell me about Detah, besides that he's a necromancer and obviously leads a group of vampires?" She asked Silver.

Silver: I don't know anything about him I was suppose to look into rumors into Detah's location

"Then I guess we have our work cut out for us," Lillian replied. She remained quiet again, thinking. She didn't like the idea of taking Silver with her, but she knew if it were her brother, she wouldn't want to leave his rescue to someone else. Closing her eyes, she made up her mind. "My offer to you to come along still stands, but things have changed. I'm not going to Blackreach to rescue your brother, or to kill those there. I'm merely going to see what I can find out. If you can't restrain your vengeance, then I suggest you wait here. I'll return once I find out what's really going on. Until then, it's pointless to attempt anything, knowing who we're dealing with."

Silver: I'm not going to just stand here and do nothing Lillian
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Name: Hawk (Silver's brother)
Race: Nord
Gender:
Age: 15
Guild: Thief's Guild (Nightingale)
Weapons: Daedric Bow that has been enchanted with Paralyze and Drain Stamina (Althoguh he will not use this at first due to the fact that he's been capture)


Name: Lex
Race: Breton
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Guild: Thief's Guild, Dark Brotherhood
Weapons: Blades Sword that has been enchanted with Fire damage and Health Drain, Iron daggers

Occ: This seems to be very nice Rp (especially for a elder scrolls fan like me.) I am bit late i guess, but better to be late then not come at right?

Name: Qa'dul
Race: Khajit (born in Skyim (Winterhold))
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Faction/Guild: Thief's Guild, Dawnguard (was not listed, i hope it is alright. I can take it off if it is a problem.)
Weapons: Auriel's Bow + Elven arrows (also good in alchemy, so has many kinds of poisons). Secondary weapon a ebony dagger.

Nyrodyn still did not move, irritably wondering how long the girl was going to play games. If her whereabouts weren’t so important to him, he might have cast a fear spell on her and drove her over the edge of a cliff. Alas, he needed to know who she was, what she was up to, and where she was going. And as tempting as it might have been, none of that could be accomplished if the girl was a bloody mess over the side of a cliff. So for the sake of information gathering, he kept his still, silence position.

Lex: *sighs* You're such a bore *disappears using the power of the Shadow Stone*

Occ: Accepted

OCC: Sorry if rush in.

Qa'dul walked close to Lillian and pickpocketed some gold from her. But he did really do it so that she would for sure notice that. He had been following the discussion for sometime, and wanted to make sure that Silver and Lillian would notice him.

Silver: Hey! *grabs Qa'dul's wrist* What do you think you're doing