Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150121205212

The following day the market was swarming with people from all over Tamriel. Khajiits enforced their wares on weak-minded customers and harmless bystanders were pickpocketed in the vast crowds. The sun was shining and it seemed that it could have been just another ordinary day. But Victorius knew that wasn't the case. It was the Market Festival, the day when Wraith would acknowledge his existence to the world by killing Sixtus Preventius, the Merchant King.

The Imperial leaned against a market stall and observed the ever-changing ocean of people coming and going. At the northern end of the market plaza they had constructed a giant stage from where lord Sixtus would hold another boring speech. Wraith hadn't told Victorius anything about what the plan was, but the rebel had said that he would know it when the time finally came.

"Uhm, excuse me?" said a bright voice.

Victorius looked around. In front of him stood a young Breton woman with long blonde hair. She was wearing a brown cap and clothing similar to that of a beggar. Even though he never quite had the chance to get a good look at her, he still found her to be quite pretty. She held something in her hand. A letter...

"Yes, what is it?" asked Victorius.

"I was told to give this to you", said the Breton girl nervously and didn't really dare to look him in the eyes.

Victorius accepted the letter. Even though he had his suspicions about who the sender was, he still asked: "By whom?"

"I... I don't know", she said and seemed generally frightened. "Didn't see the face. Now, please... I... I need to go..."

She quickly dispatched from the place and disappeared among the crowd before he had a chance to speak with her further.

"Hey!" he called after her, but she had already vanished. "Dammit", he sighed.

He looked at the letter. Even though he was an illiterate, he could tell that it was signed with a "W".

That's just stupid, he thought. ''Wraith knows that I am an illiterate, so why the hell did he send me a letter? Or did he perhaps forget?''

Nevertheless he opened the letter and found out that it was actually a map. A picture overlooking the market plaza. It looked more like a strategic map, judging by the symbols jotted down on several places. A cross had been marked on the alleyway where he was standing and a circle had been marked at the northern end - Wraith's path to escape once the deed had been done. Other symbols depicted where the explosives had been placed and from where lord Sextius would appear, but no symbol marked the place from where Wraith would appear.

"You really thought of everything, didn't you?" mumbled Victorius and smiled. "Perhaps you indeed are the saviour the commoners have been waiting for?"

He barely had the time to think about it further before the blaring sound of trumpets echoed over the plaza and confetti was cast out from the windows. Up on the stage came a man in a grey frock coat trimmed with golden lines. The Merchant King had made entrance... now he awaited the entrance of a wraith...