Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20181007142027

The female Redguard didn't seem all that intimidated by Vhor's threat, but Evalana's words managed to reach her. "We aren't a part of the Kingslayer Coursairs, but we are their allies."

"Explain." Manis ordered.

"We tend to Dourstone and keep the place safe for the Coursairs." She explained.

"So they do have a base on the island." Manis muttered.

She nodded.

The crossbowmen managed to find hiding spots behind crates and barrels where the villagers couldn't see them.

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There were 4 other rowboats on the Revenge for the pirates to use, so they could bring at most 40 people ashore.

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The lighthouse keeper examined the Revenge with the spyglass, looking at the crew and most important seeing the flag on the mast. "Pirates!"

He ran to grab his war-horn and blew one continuous bellow to signify danger to the village below.

A few minutes later, an Altmer entered the room alongside the Bosmer Castallen.

"I present, Gladroon Direnni." Endrast announced once they entered.

Marcus lifted an eyebrow. ''A Direnni on a Lord's court? Someone of their lineage should be serving royalty or leading a magical institution.'' He noted. The situation was quite strange.

Lord Gaston picked up on the Prince's surprise and decided to explain. "I'm sure you're surprised at his presence in my court."

"It is quite strange." Marcus confessed. He had been expecting that.

"Truth be told, with his skill he should be serving as Royal Magister or a Master at the School of Julianos. I am fortunate to have him here." Lord Gaston stated. He looked to the Altmer, expecting him to explain the situation to the Prince.

Gladroon bowed to Marcus, but instead of clarifying he got straight to the point. "Your majesty. I was informed that you wished to see me."

"I do. I require your skill in an interrogation." Marcus stated.

Gladroon lifted his head. "I see...you wish to use my magic on your prisoner."

Marcus nodded. "The Orc Pirate has proved difficult to crack. I believe that your magic can change that."

Gladroon looked over at Gaston, then to Marcus. "I do possess a particular skill that could prove useful to you in this endeavor. I am able to use my magic to impose emotions and feelings onto individuals, but I have only ever used it dull the pain of the sick and give moments of happiness to dying friends."

The Brinehammer Pirates split up as per Deros' suggestion. The six of them became three pairs and moved about the Workshop to find the Telvanni and their thief prisoner. Each of the officers had an Argonian follow them.

They were in the Great Workshops, a series of facilities Dwarves constructed their animunculi constructs. It was incredibly hot down there, since the Telvanni had pumped out all the water that had once flooded the area and to do that they had to reactivate much of the facility. As such the pirates could hear nothing but the sounds of gears, pumps, pistons, forges, blazing flames and steam.

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Lhotun and his subordinate took the first left, splitting from the rest of the group first. They kept their heads down as they moved about the corridor. They came to a metal door, but found it unlocked.

"This can't be where they're keeping the prisoner then." Lhotun muttered and pushed the door open.

Inside they found a Dwarven Centurion in it's station and a few chests, as well as a Dwarven longsword on a table.

However, the Redguard and the Argonian stood frozen when they saw the Centurion.

"Is...is it active?" The Argonian asked his captain.

"I'm not sure." Lhotun muttered back. He was unsure what to do. He was afraid, for he knew that thing could squash him like a bug if it turned on.