Jo'rak Vandeni
Jurrrl o' Sweden
Waves of Deceit
"The Empire is watching us all, Vashur, do not fail me." Lucius had said, minutes ago, as the two "men" stood face to face, Lucius with his typical grim, noble look upon his always slightly frowning face, and Vashur, whom as a Khajiit, his facial expressions were indeed harder to spot, but if one studied Vashur closer, they would spot the hint of a smile on his lips, and the fire in his eyes. He was excited, who would not be?
He, of all members of the famed East Empire Company, had been chosen and tasked with observing the first trade between the Thalmor and Empire, in maybe even all of history. Vashur, a former privateer, had been selected for this grandest of missions over all the other nobles holding the rank which he did, Vashur knew these despised him before, and they would loathe him after this voyage, but he did not bother with these others.
But why had Lucius chosen Vashur over these others then? There were many different reasons and schemes behind this decision. Vashur was born in Elsweyr, many Khajiit and Altmer shared close bonds after years of occupation, others however were inspired by the events taking place in Skyrim, and looked far and wide for leaders worthy of Kingship if a rebellion was to occur in Elsweyr. Except for just being Khajiit, Vashur was also the only member of the East Empire Company of the rank Commander whom did not own any nobleship or lands in Cyrodiil, as the others did, and as an effect, choosing Vashur would not strengthen any of the small courts of nobles in Cyrodiil, which could have disasterous effects upon the province, if a noble house decided to claim the throne... let's just say the Empire could not afford another rebellion so close to home.
The third and last reason was thanks to Vashur's youth, being a member of an Altmer crew for circa twenty years made him the most experienced officer with the Altmer and Thalmor.
Vashur had realized one reason after the other the more time passed, and as he now sat alone in the large barrack, filled with caches of different materials and produce, weapons and armour, all lit up by petty braziers showering the room in a eerie glow, and he was preparing to meet the Captain whom he had chosen, Alex... Vashur could not remember the mans' surname, it was no surprise, the two had only spoken a few words to each other before, but Vashur knew he could trust the man, and his ship, for who could he not trust after filling their pockets with such a load of gold? Everyone had their price, and obviously, even a former pirate could be convinced to set sail to the Summerset Isle for the right sum of gold.
Captain Alex had been expected to come to Vashur minutes ago, and Vashur started growing impatient, if the man was delayed for too long, the recruits would show up and their chance to speak would be over.
Lucius, the leader of the Company at current, had given Vashur a truly remarkable sum of Septims for funding this operation, as the tensions between Thalmor and Empire were still very high, Lucius had decided to not use any usual East Empire members than Vashur on the first trade ship, as the risk of Thalmor extremist attacks were still a very likely thing to happen, and Vashur had been allowed personally to create his own crew and select his own captain and ship, something very unorthodox to the company, but Vashur embraced this, he had grown tired of the strict protocolls of the usual trading ships he commanded on later days, he missed his youth as a privateer, and later a naval captain, fighting to sea, but those days were long gone, his scarred, wounded self was enough proof of this.
As he sighed to himself while thinking of all this, the rain smattering on the thatched roof of the barrack, the doors swung open broadly, and in stepped the one man he could trust completely once this voyage was started, and Vashur did not mind that.
"The Empire is watching us all, Vashur, do not fail me." Lucius had said, minutes ago, as the two "men" stood face to face, Lucius with his typical grim, noble look upon his always slightly frowning face, and Vashur, whom as a Khajiit, his facial expressions were indeed harder to spot, but if one studied Vashur closer, they would spot the hint of a smile on his lips, and the fire in his eyes. He was excited, who would not be?
He, of all members of the famed East Empire Company, had been chosen and tasked with observing the first trade between the Thalmor and Empire, in maybe even all of history. Vashur, a former privateer, had been selected for this grandest of missions over all the other nobles holding the rank which he did, Vashur knew these despised him before, and they would loathe him after this voyage, but he did not bother with these others.
But why had Lucius chosen Vashur over these others then? There were many different reasons and schemes behind this decision. Vashur was born in Elsweyr, many Khajiit and Altmer shared close bonds after years of occupation, others however were inspired by the events taking place in Skyrim, and looked far and wide for leaders worthy of Kingship if a rebellion was to occur in Elsweyr. Except for just being Khajiit, Vashur was also the only member of the East Empire Company of the rank Commander whom did not own any nobleship or lands in Cyrodiil, as the others did, and as an effect, choosing Vashur would not strengthen any of the small courts of nobles in Cyrodiil, which could have disasterous effects upon the province, if a noble house decided to claim the throne... let's just say the Empire could not afford another rebellion so close to home.
The third and last reason was thanks to Vashur's youth, being a member of an Altmer crew for circa twenty years made him the most experienced officer with the Altmer and Thalmor.
Vashur had realized one reason after the other the more time passed, and as he now sat alone in the large barrack, filled with caches of different materials and produce, weapons and armour, all lit up by petty braziers showering the room in a eerie glow, and he was preparing to meet the Captain whom he had chosen, Alex... Vashur could not remember the mans' surname, it was no surprise, the two had only spoken a few words to each other before, but Vashur knew he could trust the man, and his ship, for who could he not trust after filling their pockets with such a load of gold? Everyone had their price, and obviously, even a former pirate could be convinced to set sail to the Summerset Isle for the right sum of gold.
Captain Alex had been expected to come to Vashur minutes ago, and Vashur started growing impatient, if the man was delayed for too long, the recruits would show up and their chance to speak would be over.
Lucius, the leader of the Company at current, had given Vashur a truly remarkable sum of Septims for funding this operation, as the tensions between Thalmor and Empire were still very high, Lucius had decided to not use any usual East Empire members than Vashur on the first trade ship, as the risk of Thalmor extremist attacks were still a very likely thing to happen, and Vashur had been allowed personally to create his own crew and select his own captain and ship, something very unorthodox to the company, but Vashur embraced this, he had grown tired of the strict protocolls of the usual trading ships he commanded on later days, he missed his youth as a privateer, and later a naval captain, fighting to sea, but those days were long gone, his scarred, wounded self was enough proof of this.
As he sighed to himself while thinking of all this, the rain smattering on the thatched roof of the barrack, the doors swung open broadly, and in stepped the one man he could trust completely once this voyage was started, and Vashur did not mind that.