Private Chains of Morality

[Snoball]

Plot

The Thalmor are in Skyrim because of the White Gold Concordant, the treaty that was signed to end the Great War between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion. One of the terms was to ban the worship of Talos. Who, in there eyes, was no god but only a man. What if that is just a rouse shielding theirr true motive. Their quest for godhood and immortality. They view man as slaves, beneath the mer in every way. The Thalmor have always talked about their godhood and how it was "taken from them" by men and beast. Now they have come to take it back.

There are towers that hold all of Nirn together, and few stand today. There are two main towers that sustain Mundus. The two towers which do this are the Ada-mantia Tower and Red Mountain (Red Tower). What if the Ada-mantia tower falls? Mundus would essentially end. All the energy would then re animate the earth bones, or the old world. Now what if there were select people who knew this? Information that was passed down though eras and generations from select families and clans who had the power to stop it, and were sworn to live normal lives while still being vigilant.

The Thalmor have set out to capture anyone whom they think know of their end-of-the-world plan. Will the Embassy go through with their plan? Will Nirn fall, and the Aldmeri race rise back to what it once was? Or can these prisoners convince the Thalmor that perhaps there's a more peaceful way to settle their differences? A way in which all races can coexist without ultimatum?

 

[Snoball]

The dawn breaks with the average chill in the frigid, Skyrim air. A carriage that had at one point began its journey in the Imperial City is now closing in on its destination, the Thalmor Embassy. The sound of horse hooves clattering against the road notifies the citizens of Dragon's Gate what is to come. This was the fourth time this month, yet no one brought it up, just out of pure fear. An Aldmeri carriage would pass through the city, only to pass it back again with a group of shackled prisoners loaded in the back. This time was like every other. It didn't stray from routine, a group of unfortunate prisoners was set to be whisked away into the sunset, never to be seen or heard from again.

The carriage advanced towards the guarded gates. A simple signal by the carriage driver was enough to have them open the iron bars up for him, just as they had closed behind him. There were three people on the carriage, two dressed in elven armor, one in Thalmor robes. They approached First Emmisary Elenwen, who along with some Thalmor guards, was accompanied by the group of misfits ready to be taken away. Elenwen addressed the group of three Altmer. They all filed in.

"Carriage Driver Olven, reporting for duty."
"Navigator Melanin, reporting for duty."
"Officer Azrael, at your service mad'am."

The first two were assigned to go back into the carriage to await departure. The cloaked Azrael was handed a list of names by Elenwen and asked to address the group of prisoners. He looked into the mass group, holding the list up.

"Now would be the part where I call you up to escort you on-board. This is going to be a bit different though. See, we already know who you all are, how you got here, so on and so forth. So instead, you tell me your name as you move up the line. You lie to us, and your head lies rolling on the ground. Understood?"

 

[Daryl Dixon]

Daryl stood there, in chains around his wrists. "Why would you have captured us if you'd kill us at something so stupid?" Daryl questioned, struggling to keep anger from his voice. He wanted to break free and break the Thalmor that stand before him's neck, but knew the moment he made a hostile move magic would be used against him. Daryl never did like magic.

Daryl stepped toward the Thalmor, "Daryl, Daryl Dixon" he said rather calmly. Daryl got ready to step aboard the carraige, but waited just in case the Thalmor had different things in mind.

 

[Timelord_Daelin]

Kyne crept through Understone Keep, keeping to the shadows. She moved fast and quietly, making her way through the ancient Dwemer halls. Kyne paused for a moment, standing still, as a door slowly opened allowing light to pour into the hallway. Two Thalmor soldiers emerged from it, closing the door tightly and locking it behind them. They stood outside of the door, looking for something.
Kyne grabbed a poison from her belt and threw it at the ground by the Thalmor's feet, quickly covering her mouth. The glass shattered, a potion dropping to the floor, starting to form a gas. The Thalmor coughed then fell to the ground. Once the gas cleared up, Kyne crept over to the two bodies, rummaged around in their belongs, pulling out a few Septims and a key. She smiled at the key, placing it in the door and turning the handle.
The door slowly swung open. Kyne peered inside. Her target was lying on his bed, sleeping. She slipped into the room, closing the door and walked over to her victim. She took out Nightblade, her enchanted glass dagger, and poised it over the Thalmor Justiciar's neck, ready to strike. She slit his throat silently. The Justiciar coughed up some blood before falling limp.
Kyne robbed Justiciar of his valuable possessions before turning towards his desk. She rummaged through the desk, pulling out documents as she went. She smiled when she pulled out a sealed note and stuffed it into her pocket. She stood up and walked towards a chest and proceeded to do the same thing.
The door opened and closed behind her, many footsteps coming along with it. Kyne whipped around to face a group of Thalmor soldiers and two Justiciars. She was grabbing for her bow when a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm was wrapped around her torso. She tried to scream, but was being dragged off.
She was dragged to the bed and the Thalmor tied her to the bed post and gaged her moth. Kyne struggled, but to no avail. The bonds were tight and she couldn't speak. She went still and looked up at the Thalmor. The Thalmor who had just tied her up kneeled down beside her and smiled.
Kyne had to admit, he was rather handsome. He had chiseled features and golden eyes. His blonde hair was pulled back and a hood that covered his head. She would probably fancy someone like him--well, if he wasn't a Thalmor.
"You've caused enough trouble now, Nord," he said, his voice calm yet demanding. "We know that you're part of the Stormcloaks. We know you're the one causing all the trouble. The Aldmeri Dominion doesn't take kindly to people like you."
Kyne rolled her eyes and kicked at the Thalmor, hearing threats like this tons of times before. Being an assassin and a thief meant a lot of jail time and interrogations. The Justiciar smiled.
"Ooh, a feisty Nord," the Justiciar said, amused. He was toying with her, she knew it. She hated him.
"We don't have forever, Sir," a Thalmor guarding the door said. "Lady Elenwen wants her immediately." The Altmer sighed.
"Fine," he said standing up and walking away. "Knock her out, then. But don't kill her, Lady Elenwen wants her alive."
Kyne shot him a look of hatred before focusing her attention to the two Thalmor guards approaching. One held her arms and head back as the other one forced a potion down her throat. Kyne coughed, the potion tasting sour and rancid. Her vision started to blur, and soon, she was lying on the floor unconscious, Thalmor soldiers hauling her limp body off.



Kyne's vision was blurry as she was jolted awake by the jump of the cart. She looked around, making out simple shapes like the people around her and the trees as she rubbed her head, a strong ache pulsing through it. The cart jumped again, sending one of the occupants sprawling onto the floor. He/she/it climbed back into its seat, slowly, like he/she/it was injured.
As her vision slowly returned, she started to take note of where she was. There were flowering trees surrounding the small path, seeing the occasional deer here and there. The climate was slightly cool and it was very windy, giving hint that they were by a large body of water, the Sea of Ghosts perhaps. Kyne moved on from the scenery to the carriage occupants. All of them were young men, either Imperials or Nords. They were all wearing the same, rough clothes that Kyne was wearing, all of their hands bound by metal chains. She looked over her shoulder. A few Thalmor soldiers were taking up the rear on horses. Kyne narrowed her eyes at them. She hated those b*tches, she always has, but this time she wanted to slit their throats on sight. She sighed, knowing that that would never happen because they were most likely taking her to a prison after what she had done.
The carriage slowly moved up a mountain, the temperature getting cooler. The farther they went up, snow started falling. It was a boring ride, nobody talked (they were just too afraid to talk); only the horses hooves against the road and the carriages could be heard within the small group. Once they arrived at their destination, a gated area full of Thalmor soldiers, they got out, only to be greeted by more Thalmor. A Thalmor Justiciar walked in front of the group, holding a list. He paused for a moment, examining the prisoners before speaking.
"Now would be the part where I call you up to escort you on-board. This is going to be a bit different though. See, we already know who you all are, how you got here, so on and so forth. So instead, you tell me your name as you move up the line. You lie to us, and your head lies rolling on the ground. Understood?"
Kyne rolled her eyes, hating long, boring, threatening speeches. An Imperial stepped forward, commenting on the Thalmor’s tactics. Kyne snickered. He said his name and then stood in place, waiting for something to happen. It was dead silent after, nobody have the guts to speak. She stepped forward. “Kyne.” She said, flatly, stepping back into the line, waiting for something to happen.

 

[arctic73]

Regulus blearily opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep after a long night of drinking, and at the moment couldn't quite remember where he was. He remembered something about a raid... Right! Reg's eyes shot opened as he remembered. He had the day prior aided in attacking a Thalmor base. Reg had never liked those elves, and fought them whenever he could. The day ended with the group celebrating in the Silver-Blood Inn. Reg had always liked Markarth; lots of Stormcloak support and ale. He'd passed out in one of the team's rooms.

As he was gathering his belongings, Reg heard a loud commotion in the main area of the inn. Quietly, he peered out his door to see what was the matter. A group of High Elves in Thalmor garb were arguing with Kleppr to search the inn. It seemed they believed there were high-priority targets being sheltered there.

"I swear, I know nothing of any sort of plot! Now, get out. Or would you like the city guard to make you?" Kleppr angrily threatened. The Thalmor leader, a black-robed frightening looking elf, responded by lifting his hand and forming up a Fireball spell. "You wouldn't dare..." Kleppr said in shock. He then stepped out of the search party's way, and proceeded to tidy up the bar. The Thalmor then cast a summoning spell that created magical tracking dogs to locate their criminals. Reg shut the door in a panic, and hid his weapons, at the same time he was putting on his armor. The Thalmor followed their pets to a series of doors, and Reg heard yells of his comrades as they were taken. Then his door burst open, he saw a flash of light, and it was over before it began.

Now Reg was wearing chains, in a group of many other prisoners of the elves. He couldn't locate any of his fellow fighters, and in sadness looked for exit points or some foundation of an escape plan. He then heard the Thalmor calling out something about names, and a few of the people in front of him identified themselves. He then stepped forward and said, "I'm Regulus." He stepped back and wondered if his budding magic skills could melt the cuffs off. He decided against it in favor of watching and waiting.

 

[MagicBlade]

Velaron Tivar sat at the front of the embassy, watching the prisoners. He smiled under his hood, laughing at their humanity. He made a grunt and turned to a guard next to him. "Pah! So inferior. I laugh at their ignorance." The other guard made a smirk, and nodded quickly. He moved forward to the carriage, hurrying the line. "Yes, now now. Don't cry, humans." Suddenly, a wimpy skinny Imperial man began to cry out in fear, and turned to run away, exiting the Embassy via the main gate. Before the man got far, Velaron's Telekenises spell shot out, and a blue aura surrounded the man. He bagn drawing towards the Altmer Vampire. Velaron drew his Elven sword, Silentium, and shot it out, the blade piercing the mans chest. Suddenly, with a slight grunt, he released the spell, the dead limp body flying several metres, over the fence, down in to the moutains. Velaron laughed, and sheathed his sword. "Hah! Too much fun, perhaps you would like to try, Mister... " Velaron looked on the list, checking his order. "Mister Daryl!" Try, go on, try!" He laughed again, looking to the guard behind him. "Get, in Daryl! Now!" Tivar's mood suddenly changing. He walked off, giving the guard a playful shove, and sat at the steps.

 

[Daryl Dixon]

Daryl watched as another imperial began muttering nonsense before crying out in fear, then run away. A thalmor took care of him and tried to provoke Daryl to do the same, to get himself killed.

"I'd hate to leave my brother behind, gotta save him before I escape" Daryl said, voice loud and clear, and dripping with sarcasm. About a week ago his brother was taken, it all began with...

"Dixon! Dixon get over here!" A neighbour called out.
William Dixon ran over, and saw his son being hauled away by Thalmor. His son Merle, broke free and punch a thalmor square in the nose and despite being taller than him, was knocked flat.

Merle was a strong stormcloak supporter, a very racist arrogant stormcloak supporter. He fought in the stormcloak army aside Ulfric, and knew the man well. Before that he was in the imperial army but was 'dishonourably discharged' after punching General Tullius square in the face, Merle was subdued and removed from the army. He was locked up a bit and sent back home, never aloud in Solitude again.

"You ain't taken me this easy!" Merle yelled, wrestling against the still standing thalmor soldier, Will Dixon grabbed a bow and aimed for the thalmor. The arrow whizzed through the air just a metre from his son and into the soldiers elven plated armour. Merle took this chance to knock the Thalmor down, by tripping it with his leg.

He pulled the arrow out and stabbed the Thalmor in the eye, telling his father to run. "Don't you worry about me pa! Grab Daryl and get the hell out of here!" Will nodded as he understood and ran for his other son, Daryl. He ran to the house, running across the stone till Daryl burst out crossbow in hands, combat knife in sheathe and his red bandana hanging out his back pocket.

"We need to go, now!" Will called out to his youngest son Daryl. "Only thing we gotta do is kill every last one of em." Daryl said as he shot a thalmor running up on his father. "No listen, Merle said-" "Merle said what huh? You're meant to be a father lookin' out for his son not some-" Daryl was yelling at his father with hatred until he was cut off by an explosion in the distance. "I am looking out for my sons, right now I need to look after you. Listen Merles in deep with the stormcloaks but it won't be safe there for long, head to windhelm and Ulfric will look after you for a short while, then run out cross' till Riften and find the thieves guild, Merles put in good word bout your skills and who ya're they'll take good care. I'll meet you there!" Will was yelling over the noise and panic that swamped the streets.

Daryl listened yet shrugged off these words, "listen to me asshole, Merles-" Daryl began to say as his father cut in "just go I'll go get Merle!" He said pushing his son off, Daryl glared at him then began running out of town, crossbow in his right hand. It isn't specified but a bounty is put on a poster, he murdered two thalmor on his way out.
-
The air was cool, and there was a nice breeze flowing in the wind as it brushed past Daryls face as he was asleep in the back of the carriage. "We're here sir, Riften." The carriage driver said as he stopped the horses leading the carriage. "Watch your coin purse, the thieves guild-"
"Yeah yeah" Daryl said in annoyance using his left hand to gesture how much he didn't care.

Daryl jumped out and headed into Riften, he'd already met Ulfric and grew tired of his unnecessary speeches. He headed into Riften but as he did he saw his father talking to a shady looking man, Merle was not in sight. "Hey old man, where the heck is Merle?"
"Now I-"
"You left him didn't you? You left your son to die." Daryl said, his stomach sickening just from looking at his father. "Merle was captured, he's still alive. He knew this would happen its part of his plan!" Will let out, a little afraid of what his son might do to him. People on the street gathered, Daryl could recognise some thieves guild armour.
"Why the heck would Merle plan on being captured?" Daryl let out as he began to pace left to right.
"Well son.. He's just not right..." Will slowly said as he eyed his son.
Daryl stopped pacing and walked up to his father, getting real up close in his comfort zone. "What'd you say to me old man? Merles 10 times the man you are!" Daryl was really angry now, and he was ready to just explode. But an approaching guard asked "you guys ok?"
"Just fine" Daryl said, as he gave a glare to his father, before heading to the bee and barb. Daryl eventually made it down to the rat way, stayed there about two nights but didn't like it, Daryl was staying at the bee and barb till the Thalmor rocked up. They burst in the the door drawing elven swords. "Give us Daryl Dixon" a thalmor threatened, the barkeep struggled to remember who Daryl was before pointing upstairs. Daryl had heard the commotion and got his things ready, just as the bar tender pointed towards the stairs, the elf looked over to Daryl and the last thing he saw was the arrowhead before it went right through his left eye.
Daryl was however immediately subdued by an ice spike and was grabbed.

Daryl looked around at the other prisoners, then stood there remembering what he saw on the way out of Riften.

His fathers entrails just outside the gates, spilling out his fathers body. Daryl still had his crossbow on his back as the thalmor dragged him to the cart, in a rage Daryl punched the right thalmor in the gut, got to his right side and used him as human shield for an ice spike that was fired in Daryls direction. Daryl then drew his crossbow and aimed it as his father, the thalmor lowered his spell and watched in delight.

"Ah will you use that arrow to end me, for revenge... Or your father for mercy." About a dozen more Thalmor gathered behind Daryl, lining up around him. "Choose carefully.." The Altmer said.

Daryl was unable to kill his father, and a Nordic man whom Daryl learned as Brynjolf stepped through. Daryl and him got along, but Daryl was close to tears and was unable to greet the man. Brynjolf took the crossbow, aimed it at Mr Dixon, and gave him mercy. Daryls crossbow was taken by thalmor officials, and Daryl was hauled off.
You know the rest...

 

[Snoball]

Azrael checked off as each prisoner announced themselves. A Daryl, a Kyne, a Regulus, a Torvius, an Elynia, a Keelathra, and many more. No one man or woman was excluded from this melting pot of people, all gathered here for the sole fact that they in some way have unfortunately caught the Thalmor's undivided intention. As Azrael finished up, he noticed another comrade make quick work of the one, pathetic Imperial attempting to escape, and taunt the Daryl fellow there afterwards. A venomous grin marked Azrael's face, seeing the guard toy with the prisoners, before realizing his face looked familiar. Azrael looked down at the list once more to double-check the list of soldiers provided to accompany the convoy to the prison. He approached the man.

"Ah. Guardsmen Velaron, if I'm not mistaken? Yes. If you would help us continue loading the prisoners onto the transport, we will be departing shortly. Oh and excellent disposal of Imperial trash, might I add." Azrael let out a cold laugh, halted only by the fact that they had to continue putting the group on-board. He stared at their faces one last time, taking a mental note of a few of them, those who would appear to provide more than handful.

With that, he approached Elenwen once more. He handed back a copy of the list he jotted down. She addressed him one last time before the they were ready to depart. "Everything would appear to check out. You're prime to take off. And remember soldier, you step out of line, and your position in our ranks is null and void. Have I made myself clear?" Azrael took a bitter gulp and gritted his teeth. The thought of having a superior burned a lasting hole in him, especially a leader he could not find himself to respect. He took a deep breath and responded to his superior. "Understood, Madame Elenwen." He turned back to the convoy, his head lowered in contempt. "Understood."

Azrael joined the carriage driver at the front of the convoy, waiting as the prisoners were being seated together in the back. He turned back to Velaron. "Once your ready, guardsmen. We'll be on our way." He looked back at the prisoners as well. "Enjoy the nice, little trip while it lasts. It's the last time you'll have the chance travel. Anywhere for that matter."

 

[Wolfbane]

Ardin woke up with his hands bound, a broken rib, and a black eye. He kiled two of those thalmor bastards, but the rest took him down. He looked around and saw what are now his brothers and sisters in bonds. "Aye, elf, where are we going? You know us nords aren't afraid to die. We will be greeted in sovngarde. You should ask your dead buddies what it feels like to be dead! Ha, you high elves are slacking." Ardin loved taunting his captors, to him it was a blast, even though the pain of broken fingers, and ribs were pretty extreme. It took more than one thalmor to take him down. Mainly due to his sheer size, strength, and skill with a blade. He took pride in that moment. " I love me a carriage ride! Lets tell stories about our adventures! Ooh or how many thalmor we have slain! That should be good! Bah, these bastards and their folly insults."

 

[MagicBlade]

Velaron smiled warmly to the man that had approached him. "I vaguely remember seeing you around.." He looked up to Elenwen, moving to the carriage, he grabbed onto the side of the cart, and sat on a small wooden plank that ran on the side of the Cart. He looked around, ready for any danger or attack. He looked high, seeing any snipers waiting to rain down arrows. He looked to the small gully by the road, checking for men who would sneak attack them. He sighed, there was no one. Tivar heard the prisoners talking, and smacked the wood, making a large tumping sound.
"Shut up, inferior men." He chuckled, silently applauding his slur. He felt the bumps of the ride, and thought how uncomfortable the ride would be.

 

[Wolfbane]

"Inferior? Unbind me and lets fight with fists. Then we will see who is inferior. Normally I wouldn't say this, but for you I will make an exception. If you think of me as inferior go ask you're kinswomen, I bet gold they would disagree with you! You seem awfully alert. You fear an ambush? By what side? The Legion or the rebel Stormcloaks? The empire might have signed the treaty to end the fight for now, but don't think we are your lap dogs! Your "justicars" are poorly trained and feeble. Expect to hear more from me elf." The carriage ride was going to be a long and firey one. Adrin was going to give these elves a hard time, and get to know his "family" better. He is in for a ride, maybe even the long haul, or even death. He didn't care he was going to die with valour and with a fight. He instinctvely turned to his fellow nord. "Aye Kinswoman, whats your story?

 

[Timelord_Daelin]

((OOC: sorry it took so long for me to post, guys! ))

Kyne hated being bossed around, but didn’t really feel like dying at the moment, so she obeyed the Thalmor’s commands. She was loaded into the back of a cart with other prisoners going to who knows where. A Thalmor sat in the cart and started bossing them around. One of the Nords was backsassing him (which was very funny in Kyne’s mind, but very stupid also). Kyne laughed as the Nord’s remarks. After the Nord shut up for a bit, he turned to Kyne.
“Aye Kinswoman, whats your story?” he asked. Kyne shrugged.
“Um…nothing much about me. I was orphaned young and adopted a few years later. I learned the tricks of the trade that he was in and became one of his best employees. I got on the Thalmor’s bad side by killing almost all of Justiciars in Skyrim and then ended up here.” She wasn’t going to openly tell her whole story to him (that would cause lots of trouble), so she only told him what was necessary. She looked over the Nord. “What’s your story?”

 

[Wolfbane]

"My story? Hmm where to begin! Well I was born in on a farm around Whiterun to a family of fighters. My father served in the Legion for a while, fought in the Great War, killed a respectable amount of high elves. After the treaty he was ashamed that they surrendered, but knew that one day a tide would turn (Ardin didn't want to give the important details of the tide for fear the thalmor would hear and tell his superiors). My mom was a wartime healer. Blazes thats how my parents met. He was injured from a arrow to the shoulder and walked to the infirmary to get healed and back out there fighting. My mom was there, healed him, took care of him, then eventually they fell in love and married after the war. Both of them strongly disliked the treaty. They hated the high elves, like me, and loved Talos, also like me. After that they settled down here, had me and my younger brother Hendrikk. My father, Odvar trained my brother and I in the ways of the sword, shield and bow until we were 21. After that Hendrikk and I joined a order called "The Traveling Sword", a traveling group of law bringers. After that I have been serving with the legion since( He didn't want to share what happened to his family and the order, not yet anyway. He has said enough already.) Ardin views the thalmor as scum, resenting the fact that some people think that the legion are lapdogs. The legion is waiting for a the perfect moment to strike back. He loved Talos and hated the Thalmors.

"I also have a impressive kill count of thalmor under my belt. Along with bandit scum, and enough bar fights for six men." He said loud and laughing. He enjoyed taunting the high elves. Not that he hates all high elves. He has dated a few and befriended many. Most like the other races. Well he doesn't date argonians and khajiit for the obivous reason.

 

[MagicBlade]

Velaron's quick temper snapped, and his eyes formed an angry glare. "Man, I suggest you stay your tongue, before I don't stay my hand" Velaron sent out his hand, a "Summon Storm Atronach" Spell in his hand. "One less prisoner means one less tongue to cut, and I have no qualms tearing you apart with my Atronach" Velaron's tone was low and snappy, and he mad a scowl. He sent his spell arm back, and turned around. He was losing his patience, and he was not in the mood

 

[Wolfbane]

"Tough talk when im in binds, coward. I bet I could strangle you before you even think about casting, damn elf. Typical from justicars like you." Ardin was getting under the elf's skin, and he was just starting. Ardin was working on something, he just doesn't have a full plan. Often anger leads to irrational thinking and choices, he knows this from experience. He begins looking around at the road, wilderness, to enjoy the simple things until he thought of a solid plan. He looked down tapping his right foot.

"How long until we get there? I can't wait to see our living quarters! I hear stone is quite royal. Ooh and our food must be fit for a jarl, Am I correct?" He taps his foot louder. Lets introduce ourselves and where we hail from! A nords last thought should be of home!"

 

[MagicBlade]

"You'll find your living quarters nice, nord" Velaron gave a fake smile to the bulky nord. Velaron hoped he could get his chance at this nord that was annoying him so much. He stayed his blade, but not for long. "Nord, I'll fix you" He just hoped he could so some beating up in the chamber. He smiled at the thought, his devious mind thinking and creating painful attacks on the Nord

 

[arctic73]

Regulus was tired, but through his haze could see that tensions were rising between the prisoners and the Thalmor keepers. The large Nord making most of the commotion... was either a fool or a fighter. There could be no other reason to look forward to the coldness and hopelessness of prison. Not that Reg hadn't broken out of his share. Reg also found the Thalmor's look very intimidating. He felt a strong force of pure malice behind his seemingly cordial words.

 

[Snoball]

Azrael could hear stray chatter here and there eminating from behind the carriage as its began its long voyage from the Embassy. The volume of the chatter appeared to begin to expand immensely the further the carriage traveled, but mostly between Guardsmen Velaron and the large Nord. Azrael disregarded it at first, tapping against his seat in an attempt to pay no mind to the obvious attention the man was trying to draw. After minutes of bickering between the two, Azrael had had enough.

"SILENCE! SILENCE I SAY." The carriage driver halted the horses out of shock, bringing the carriage to an unintended, sudden stop. "NO. I NEVER SAID STOP THE CARRI..." Azrael had realized the tone of voice he had taken and took a deep breath. He cleared his throat and began again. "I never ordered the carriage to be halted. Resume pace." The driver whipped the horses into movement once again, still a bit uneasy over the Elder Wizard's temporary rage. Azrael addressed the center of the commotion, not looking back at the group, but rather keeping his eyes forward locked on the road.

"Nord, in the back. Ardin, is it not? The last thing you or any on this convoy should be concerned with doing is boasting about your notoriety with the Thalmor. I would heed the guardsman's warning. Why dig further into the hole you're already in?" Azrael finally looks back at the group of prisoners as the carriage continues to push forward. "I believe there's a saying that goes, "One bad apple spoils the bunch." We dispose of one of you, all the others shall succumb to the same fate. A grand cause for you all to choose your words wisely." He turned back, focusing on the road. More and more, it appeared like signs of civilization were slowly fading. The weather had become warmer, and the minimal signs of grass had begun to be replaced with patches of dried sand all over. It was obvious they were moving further and further from the heart of the motherland.

 

[Timelord_Daelin]

Kyne enjoyed seeing the Thalmor mad. Ardin was annoying both the Thalmor in the cart to no extent, and, after a while, one of them snapped. The carriage stopped suddenly as the Altmer yelled at Ardin. Once the Altmer turned around, Kyne began to speak to Ardin.

“Ooh, the big-bad Thalmor is annoyed,” Kyne said sarcastically to Ardin. “What’s he going to do now? Send us to jail?” Kyne smiled. “So you’re a fellow Talos worshipper too, huh? Good to see that someone else around here isn’t afraid to worship whoever they want. Too many people are afraid of the Thalmor.” She shrugged. “They shouldn’t be afraid. The Aldmeri Dominion is just made up of a bunch of weak, pathetic elves who don’t know how to wield swords.” She looked over to the large Nord sitting next to her, waiting for him to help her p*ss off the Thalmor some more.

 

[Wolfbane]

"How scary he is! Yeah I think he is. Good to see a fellow talos worshipper as well. I'm glad im not the only one who isn't afraid of worshiping whoever we want and who isn't scared of these elves. Why do you think they use magic? They suck with a blade. Granted I have nothing against magic" Ardin replied quietly. He was glad he wasn't the only brave one. He began tapping his foot louder while looking over to the small nord as if telling her to do the same. "Where are my manners? I'm Ardin. Pleased to meet you. We can talk further once they can't hear us. These elves think that we will cower and obey, lets prove them wrong. I am trying to think of a plan but I haven't fully laid it out. Oh and make any type of sound you can or back talk like I am. Anger leads to irrational choices my friend."