Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151209203133/@comment-5543592-20151212012743

Alex did notice two such persons on his patrol. They wore clean, fine clothing, almost that of a nobleman, but without the coat. They also had swords strapped to their hips. And they were headed through the bazaar district, poping into shops or approaching stands, and showing a picture around. They were apperently searching for a missing or wanted person of some sort.

The foreman glanced up at the sighing Myvryna still just standing there.

"Miss?" The foreman asked hesitantly.

"No questions?" The Hand confirmed. "Then you may withdraw to orientation." The three Dunmer rose in unisen, the chair legs screetching as they were pushed back, and they headed out of the office.

"You know why I am here,"  Alecos said, "You know my friend, Darich, and what he represents.  Every serf in the city knows about the rebellion.  Perhaps you've considered joining it.  Most of you will not- most of you will go back to your soot-stained mills, to your forges, to your dying homes.  You'll go because this terrible life is familiar.  But some of you... some of you will come with me.  And those are the men who will be remembered in the years to come.  Remembered for having done something grand."

Many of the works shared glances, though some just stared at their half-empty soup bowls. Finally, someone near the back of the room spoke.

"You're a fool," the man said. "Dagoth Ur will kill you.  You don't rebel against God in his own city."

The room fell silent. Tense. Gell whispered to himself.

In the room, Alecos stood quietly for a moment. Finally, he reached up and pulled back the shleves of his jacket, revealing the horrible, overlapping burn scars on his arms. "Dagoth Ur is not our god," he said quietly. "And he cannot kill me.  He tried, but he failed.  For I am the thing that he can never kill."

With that, Alecos turned, walking from the room the way he had come.

"Hum,"  Gell said, "well, that was a little dramatic.  Jude, bring back the red and send in the brown."

A serving woman in brown walked into the crowd.

"Amazement." Gell said. "And, yes, pride.  Let's Calm that anger, for now..."

The crowd sat quietly for a moment, the dining room eerily motionless. Finally, Darich stood up to speak, and give some further encouragement, as well as an explanation of what the men should do, should they wish to hear more. As he talked, the men returned to their meals.

"Blue, Jude,"  Gell said, "Yes, let's make you all thoughtful, and give you a nudge of loyalty.  We wouldn't want anyone to run to the Ordinators, would we?  Alec's covered his tracks quite well, but the less the authorities hear, the better, eh?  Oh, and what about you, Darich?  You're a bit too nervous. Let's Calm that, take away your worries.  Leave only that passion of yours- hopefully, it will be enough to cover up that stupid tone in your voice."