Saarebas

The Dragon Rebellion

As Merus tended to the first set of flowers Klostrun rolled up his sleeve again, licked his thumb and scrubbed away one of the lines on his arm. "Great. That should hold them over for a few days. Shall we continue?" He said to the ice mage as he began to walk towards the next set of flowers that needed tending to, using his own magic to help some of the plants that he passed.

Fables Among Us

Little Miss Muffet's

Boogie rolled his eyes some as he was given the money by Rozalin. Again he didn't mind the black market, he may have at one point had to get his glamors from some of the less than legal sources though you'd never be able to get him to admit it. But he didn't like the run around and the paly on words that Rozalin were feeding him, though he should of expected it seeing as she was a witch after all. As the witch went to grab a seat Boogie walked over to Muffet and offered her a smile. "Hope you're alright Miss M. If they come back just give me a ring okay?" He said as he handed her the money and ordered Rozalin's fries and coffee and a black coffee for himself. Shortly after he went over and joined Rozalin. "Anyways you might want to look out for awhile. The green squirt may have a big mouth but he does tend to hold these things against people."

The Dragon Rebellion

Klostrun stopped and turned around to face Merus. "Well let me check." He said as he rolled up his sleeve reviling a list of words written on his arm by what looked like coal. "Well there is the garden, the flowers at he entrance of the temple, the plants in the main hall, and a few others scattered through out the temple." He said as he read off the list.

The Dragon Rebellion

Klostrun gave a slight nod before he did a quick turn on his heels, a cloud of dust and dirt falling off of him. He began to walk looking over his shoulder at Merus. I better get a thank you from Rex because of this. He thought to himself before speaking. "Gratitude and as always the garden will be our first stop. Right this way." With that he looked forward and began heading towards the garden.

The Dragon Rebellion

Klostrun had spent hours in the garden switching from tending to the plants and meditating on the quite that the garden had always offered. It may have seen simple or trivial to others but to Klostrun these little acts of peace meant the world to him. This was one of the few times that he was able to escape his thoughts of battle, his hate for the dragons, and most of all the slight guilt he felt for plotting against the people he grew up with. But like always he had to leave the garden and attend to the rest of the plants that the dragons insisted be in their halls.

As he walked the halls Klostrun spotted Merus, one of his least favorite Acolytes. His distain for the Ice mage was not because of the fact he was a loyal follower of the dragons but rather for the 'cold' reputation he had carved for himself through the years. Klostrun was about to ignore Merus but he soon notice the ice wielder eyeing Rex. This can't be good.. He thought before changing his course and walking over to Merus. "Excuse Merus I hate to be a bother, but I must ask for your assents. You see some of the more winter inclined plants in the garden and around the temple have been dying lately and I was hoping that you could check on them. I would do it myself but as you know I don't possess the proper 'icy touch' like you do to help them." He said in a warm tone.

Spliced

"Dudes this is the government. Chances are that we are taking out a base trying to make freaks just like us." Marshall said leaning back in his seat and propping his feet up on the head rest of the seat in front of him.

Skyrim: The secret of Thu'um

Tandagh still had his eyes focused on the skies and his axes tight in hand as he followed after the rest of the group that decided to head up the mountain. His mind was less on the thought of High Hrothgar being in ruins and more on the worries, and slight hope, of the dragons returning and him and the small group having to fight them. He was still lost in his thoughts of battle when he and the rest reached the ruins in time to see the Nord from before drag out a man who was already obviously marked for death. The Orc moved his attention to the man who now lied dead in the snow. Though the others were wondering what the man said, looking to the Nord and Khajiit for the answers, Tandagh had heard his words as clear as day. One of the few up sides of this curse that tainted the Orc's blood was his hearing being sharpened to that of a true predator's. But never the less the name Isra Paleface repeated in Tandagh's head a few times before the thought Now we must go through another search. made his way into his head.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Tagorn is headed there. He can be there in your next post if you want to wright him in.

Fables Among Us

Boogie let out a chuckle as Mickey grumbled his way out of the café. "I'm sure of it isn't Mick, I'll be waiting for you at the end of the rainbow. Oh and you might want to wear some stilts too, so you know we can talk eye to eye." He said with a smirk and a slight wave to the little man. After that Boogie turned his attention to Rozalin. "Your not really black market story doesn't sound as convincing when you are competing with that little green cockroach Roz." He said while crossing his arms and giving her a skeptical look.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

By some blessing from the nine, or in his case one of the Daedric Princes that didn't completely want to rip out his innards at this point, Tagorn not only managed to keep his mouth shut during the groups little meeting with the Renrija-Krin, but to keep from pilling his own skin off in an attempt to deal with the increasingly intense burring sensation dancing all over his body. I swear by Molag-Bal I'm going to paint the walls with somebody when this is all over. The Wood Elf thought to himself in an attempt to take his mind off his current pain, though he would of mostly likely been having the same thoughts even if he didn't feel like he was sitting in a fire place.

Luckily for the undead mer the plan was being put into action rather quickly. Tagorn had placed himself a bit away from the main traffic of the city flow, finding a nice shadowy alleyway entrance just across the road of the wall he would need to scale to get to the window of the barracks' storage room. The usual smirk that Tagorn normally wore was gone, though no one could tell under his mask, and was replaced by a stern expression. The Bosmer was completely focused on getting up the wall, retrieving the supplies and getting out of the damned sun.

Tagorn looked like he would never move from his shade until the loud whistle rang out through the square and with that he was dashing across the road towards the wall. For a moment it looked like he would run head on into the wall but at the last moment he sprang into the air and grabbed onto the stones that made up the wall. Mere seconds after that Tagorn was scaling the wall with a surprising speed, his hands finding the tiniest of crevasses to grab onto and pull himself further up the wall. Luckily for him no one seemed to notice the hooded figure scaling the wall, everyone below either running from the attacking Khajiit or trying to put out the spreading fire.

It was very shortly after he started that Tagorn had made it up the wall and to the opening of the window. By Oblivion! He cursed in his head when he spotted the guard in the room, seeming to take stock of all of the confiscated items. Tagorn was in no mood to try to fight it out over someone else's crap, especially during the day, so he decided to go with a quitter approach. With no sound that could be heard the Bosmer pulled himself into the room and moved into a crouching position before creeping up behind the guard. Like a serpent striking Tagorn quickly had his arm around the man's throat cutting off any and all air the guard could get. The man started to claw desperately at the Wood elf's arm in an attempt to pry it off of him, but to no avail. Soon after the guard let out a few more choked gags he fell limp in Tagorn's arms.

"Hmm possibilities." The Wood Elf said to himself as he looked over the unconscious guard, practically grinning through his mask. But Tagorn merely shook himself out of his monstrous thoughts. "No. Maybe when I have more time for fun." He said as he moved over to the room's chest. He quickly picked the lock and popped the chest open. By the Shivering Isles! They never told me what to take! Tagorn thought to himself as he looked over the countless things in the chest. There were things from iron daggers to gold to even copies of the lusty Argonian maid. With a slight sigh the Bosmer grabbed a large sack from near by and filled it up with the contents of the chest.

After filling up the sack Tagorn moved back to the window. He looked over his shoulder at the still slumbering guard and let out a slight smirk. "I'm going to have to catch a meal before we head out." He said to himself before looking out of the window. Not even a moment after that the Bosmer leaped out of the window, the sack hanging over his shoulder. He landed with a loud thud on the roof of the building opposite of the window. But as quickly as he landed he jumped again down into the near by ally. Tagorn let out a chuckle before turning and starting to dash his way away from the barracks and to the meeting point.