Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151117225651/@comment-5543592-20151129022354

Reimer nodded, before shutting the door to her room.

(Okay, two week time skip.  This is for pacing and to speed things up, since they logically wouldn't be able to get this all done over night.  Kenyon and I will be in back-in-time until we finish the encounter, then I will give the little heads up on what happened during the two weeks.  Everything will be explained and your characters will be brought up to speed.  At the moment, go along with it- if you're confused or disoriented by this, catch me in chat.)

Over the fortnight, much happened. Creighton organized meetings for Gell and Alecos to visit. Not one of them had happened yet, but they would be beginning soon.

Blade, Alessandra, and Theo were supplied and set out from Mournhold in search of the Ashlands, where the rebellion would be inhabiting. The journey has been hard so far, and supplies have been running a bit low.

Vin and Alecos spent the night hours of those two weeks training in magic, the latter teaching the former much of what she needed to know about magic so that she could gain experience on her own. During the day, Reimer educated her in the ways of noblewomen and educated her about the noble houses.

Over the course of the two weeks, Creighton successfully bribed Nacar a way into the group of Sixth House accolytes while the soon-to-be-spy studied up on the Sixth House. The Redguard will be sent down to the canal today, to travel to the Ministry of Truth, where his training as a member of the Canton of the Inquisition will begin. Danric, Creighton, Nacar, and Gell had all stayed behind at Narg's lair, until now.

Danric most likely got in touch with his contacts and began recruiting the thieving crews. Creighton was more than willing to supplement any men the assassin needed from contacts of his own.

Myvryna, however, had a very exciting two weeks as a maid. She cleaned, cooked, and cleaned some more. For some reason, the head maid did not like her, and although she wasn't open about her distain, she made sure to shoot the Dunmer glares every now and then.

Alecos picked up Alex as a watchman, of sorts. He welcomed the rebel boy into the crew, since the lad was real blacksmith, unlike the imposter Sadeas. Contrary to belief, Alecos did need weapons- the shop couldn't only be a front, they needed to keep up apperances and produce.

"Ready to go?" Creighton said to Nacar, passing the Redguard a pouch. "The barge'll be in this morning.  Just remember what we went over, and you'll be fine.  If you need to get information out the House, try and get it through the Ordinator we bribed.  If that's not an option. I'm sure you'll think of something.  Maybe try and sneak it into furniture that could get sent to Narg's shop."

Creigh clasped the man's shoulder. "I wish you the best." The Breton told his friend.

"I find that a funny statement." Gell said, from his chair at the side of the room. He, predictably, had a glass of wine in his hand, even at this early hour. "Would you wish him the worst otherwise?" He lifted the glass thoughtfully.

Alessandra was awoken to the toe of a boot nudging her shoulder from where she lay in her bed roll. It was still dark out, and the mists semeed fresh still. Even that small action kicked up ash. They were a long way away from Mournhold by now, but the group was uncertain exactly where the Ashlands were. Any maps were inaccurate and uncertain, given the last time a percise location of the area had been drawn was over a thousand years ago.

"Time to get up." Theo instructed. "It's early, but we need to cover ground."

And in the dawn mists, Alecos searched. He and Vin were sparring, practicing her skills, preparing her to fight another Aetherkin and to hone her abilities.