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Post by Eaving on Oct 22, 2007 5:13:05 GMT -5
The Imperial City Market District was thronged with people. It was a warm day and the packed bodies created an almost unbearable heat and unending noise. Hawkers called there wares from street corners and the occasional courier elbowed their way through the crowds. Criers yelled over the masses, prophesying everything from today's fish prices to the end of the Empire.
Eririan was huddled in a -blessedly- isolated alcove, her wicker shopping basked clutched defensively against her chest. There were so many people... so many dirty, smelling people...
As the head of the Imperial Archives she was entitled to an escort, but Eirian had turned them down. Now she was keenly regretting it. At least with the guards people would have given her a decent berth.
She shifted uneasily in the shade of her alcove, brushing dirt from her silken robes, wondering how in the name of Akatosh she was going to get to the apothecary. She needed a make a tonic to make the script on one of the older manuscripts readable once more.
Eirian took a cautious step forwards and quickly jumped backwards with a terrified squeal as a cart full of pottery rumbled past, nearly running over her feet. She cursed the cart as it passed, and glanced in dismay at her now dusty gold threaded shoes.
The day didn't look like it was going to get much better.
The crowds were pressed almost to the opening of her little alcove, farmers wives and housemaids, butlers and servants. Eirian watched diligently for a gap in the crowds, seriously considering recalling herself back to her quarters in the Imperial Legion fort.
The crowd began to shift, moving backwards, people pushing against one another. There was shouting further down the street, and Eirian peered out curiously, but was unable to see anything. Shouting soon became screaming, and the crowds became frantic, smashing up against each other like a living sea, people climbing over the top of others to escape.
Eirian cast shield spells, hiding herself further back in the shall haven, watching as the marketplace fell into bedlam.
((This is open to anyone. Feel free to join in. I have no idea where is going anyway =P ))
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Post by Silence on Oct 24, 2007 5:25:06 GMT -5
The slender Khajiit, small even by her race's standards, was slipping through the crowds, thoroughly enjoying herself. People were too busy to notice her, a normal looking Khajiit, albeit a small one. Shikura grinned to herself as her nimble fingers slipped into an unwary Imperial's pocket, and grabbed his purse. She slipped away before her victim noticed anything was amiss.
She had a rich haul today. A few money pouches, a small dagger she found lying on the ground, although the blade was nicked, some calipers and a few other bits and pieces. The Khajiit's grin grew wider, displaying pointed teeth. Poor furless people. No skills at observing at all. Oh well. Just makes it easy for Shikura. The Khajiit thought, shrugging.
She continued wandering, rummaging through the purse she had just acquired, and finding a decent sum of money as well as some glittering beads. Passing by someone from the Black Hourse Courier, she nodded, and took a copy of the newspaper, wondering if there was anything in it about her dear Bosmer sister, Ralen.
"Hey! That's my purse, ye liddle cat!" Someone hollered. Shikura looked up in surprise, clutching the purse in one hand, and the newspaper in another. Her ears flattened angrily. Little cat?! Who did that rude little human think he was? Still, better get going. She didn't fancy a meeting with guards...
Shikura ducked into the crowds again, weaving through them expertly, and soon the angry shouts of the Imperial couldn't be heard even by the Khajiit's keen ears.
Still, best to be save. Shikura ducked into a small alcove, peering out catiously.
Then, strangely, everyone started moving backwards.
Shikura's ears pricked up again in surprise.
She knew Imperials, who made up the majority of the crowds, were odd little furless, tail-less things, but still, moving backwards?! Had they all lost their minds? One does not have eyes at the back of his head, and trips and falls while moving backwards most of the time. So why were the odd little Imperials doing that? Curious, curious...
Then, several people started screaming. The sound hurted Shikura's sensitive ears. She let out a snarl of irritation, her long tail flicking as she backed even further into the alcove...
And hit something.
The Khajiit let out a yelp of surprise, whirling around only to see she was still some ways away from hitting the wall, but she had definitely, clearly, undoubtly hit something.
"This Bosmer-Khajiit wonders what she had just hit..." Shikura muttered, her eyes narrowing.
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Post by Akkar on Oct 25, 2007 19:29:52 GMT -5
The crossbow was pulled back from the window, its bearer retreating from his vantage point above the Imperial streets. The shot had been a difficult one - the busy streets and the target's disguise only exacerbated the problems caused by the somewhat flimsy bow. However, this weakness was a necessity for the purpose of concealment. Made of simple wood and basic folding mechanisms, it would serve no further purpose.
Jiub pulsed fire through the wielding hand, reducing the weapon to ashes. If he was stopped and searched, the weapon would have him found out. His escape had to be clean - sterile, even - given the overwhelming guard presence. He couldn't risk an invisibility spell, as to touch or be touched by anything other than the ground under his feet would reveal him. Instead, he would need to disappear among the crowds.
Brushing the ashes under a cabinet, he quickly changed clothes. The new linens were blandly coloured, designed to fade in the sunlight. With that done, he strode to the door. The movements were quick, deliberate - to linger any longer would be to risk detection.
He broke into the inn's corridor, walking with the air of a person caught between fear and curiosity. Others, too, had emerged from their rooms to find out what was going on. Jiub walked with them to the inn's lower level, where the bartender and a few slightly intoxicated customers peered out from the windows. "What's happening?" someone demanded, a quaver in their voice. "I don-"
The reply was was cut off as the inn's doors crashed open, a pack of Guardsmen rushing through. The assassin's look of worry suddenly became all the more real. He had not expected them to react this early. The barman whirled round, an indignant look on his face. "You can't just walt- Hey where do you think you're going!" he yelled, as the men rushed up the stairs, breaking down doors with sweeps of their steel boots. In the commotion, Jiub followed the terrified patrons to the door, watching as the innkeeper raced after the Imperials, a great many curses audible from the upper levels.
With that, he was out. The streets were still packed; a few overwhelmed looking Guardsmen were trying to incite calm into the crowds. From between the bodies of panicked citizens, Jiub could see his kill sprawled out over the stone, a black bolt buried in his temple. Of all the targets marked by the Brotherhood, few deserved to die more than this one. A traitor during the Tong campaign, the man had signed his own death warrant.
But Jiub could spare no further thoughts for the turncoat; his own survival was at stake. He joined the crowds, moving backwards in an attempt to leave the scene. The Guardsmen would have found his room by now, but would gain no further insight. Jiub had been very thorough. Freedom was within his grasp.
Or, at least, so he thought.
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Post by arax on Jan 5, 2008 13:19:37 GMT -5
Thrangor entered into a scene of havoc. He had been told of a panic in the Market District, and could not help but think that his commander had not given full thought into his statement.
He started to walk through the crowds, using a shield spell to protect himself from the fleeing citizens, and walked towards the dead man on the street.
When he finally got there, he saw many Legionnaires scouting through the area, and one investigating the deceased. When he got to the one still outside, he walked towards him.
"What happened here, Soldier?" Thrangor asked.
"There was an attack on a civilian, sir. By an armed assassin." The soldier replied, worry evident in his reply.
"Have we found the assassin?" Thrangor asked, receiving a shake of the head. "Where was the shot fired?"
The soldier shrugged before pointing to an inn, where a window was opened and a soldier could be seen investigating the room.
"Some soldiers went to investigate in there, and the rest are checking out the rest of the buildings in the Market District."
Thrangor nodded his thanks to the soldier before entering the inn, leaving the Legionnaires outside to deal with the panicked crowds.
He noticed a Dumner moving away from the inn, trying to blend in with the crowd, but decided to ignore him as he walked into the inn and came face to face with an angry innkeeper.
"You, get your men out of my inn! They are ruining it!" The innkeeper yelled at Thrangor.
"They are only doing their duty, sir. A murder just occured and they need to investigate the building near here, including your inn." Thrangor replied, calm in his voice, attempting to make the innkeeper relax.
It didn't work. What did work was the group of Legionnaires leaving the inn in a rush, going towards another building. One stayed behind, though, to speak with Thrangor.
"Thrangor, we have checked this building out, and besides from a few panicked citizens, no sign of the killer was seen here." The soldeir said quickly after saluting, and he followed Thrangor out of the inn.
"We need to find this killer, soldier. Also, find out the identity of the victim, and report all new informaton to Imperial Dragon Locke immediatly." Thrangor gave his order to the soldier before trying to find a way to calm the panicked crowds.
Thrangor walked to where the crowds were starting to run before using a spell to increase the sound of his voice, making it so that anyone in or near the Market District would be able to hear him.
"All citizens must calmly leave the Market District immediatly! Legionnaires, when all citizens have left, bar the exits except for the one towards the Prison to anyone that is not authorized to be here. Then you must assist in the investigation." Thrangor was speaking calmly, trying his best to assist in the situation.
It turned out that the crowds only became more panicked, but they ran even faster towards the exits when they heard they were going to be barred.
Thrangor was satisfied with this minor success as he turned and headed towards the victim's body, ready to analyze what he could.
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Post by Crohaven/Varon on Jan 15, 2008 20:29:26 GMT -5
Sir Gaberial was just entering the Market Distrist from the Imperial Legion District as he saw and, heard all of the commotion. Sir Gaberial was amazied at how quickly people can go from calm to panicked. However, that was not the case. A man had been killed and, it was seemed to be the work of a skilled assassin. With all of this knowledge he decided to help bring them down by any means but, first he had to know who was encharge of the situation.
For the corner of his eye he saw what looked to be a Legion Battlemage so he walked up to him and asked.
"Soldier, Iam Sir Gaberial Crohaven, Knight Bachelor of the Imperial Legion. Tell me what has happened." He said with a calm and serious voice.
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