Arynel pulls himself off the floor and wipes off the dust. The Breton takes in the customers, the comradery...

The Dancers!

The Breton smiles from ear to ear.

by now Sekka has become even more confused than usual and stares at the Bosmeri..."why are we here?"

"He's dangerous," Allie said to Blade. "But outside my ability to help or hinder. Sir," she said to the Bosmer, "Have this, and my thanks for your hospitality."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the first random object she touched. It was a key, to a storeroom or a barrel or something she had encountered in her travels... something that had been locked and was locked no longer.

"No others for the circle?...surely the sheep would paw you for such..."

*One makes a bold dash forward towards the Bosmeri Fellow almost landing a hand on his shoulder...in that instance One, Ami and Genjii disappear...the Bosmeri Fellow still stands...swaying now from side to side...*

"The question is why aren't you there...or there...or even there...Sload soap would make a fine soup..."

*The Bosmeri Fellow snatches the key quite fast and sets balancing on a sharp rock...*

"A token of airways...why my graditude is undeserved...what manner of burden were you again?"

suddenly Sekka got a terrified look on his face, called on the enchantment of one of his rings and was teleported away...

Blade openly shrugs.

" ... Probably ... better dead," she rasps. " ... But out of my reach too ..."

She looks over herself, and mutters " ... Nothing but blades to offer ..."

"Blades you say...the grass has blades...perhaps you should use a grass blade...much more dangerous that way..."

“I don’t know how powerful this Bosmer is.” Arynel begins. “But I know one secret that he doesn’t.”

The Breton whispers a secret string of power.

He kisses the stars, and walks past infinity.

"I'll buy that," Allie said. She bent and plucked a long stem of grass, whipped it through the air, and lunged at him with the tip of it.

Blade lets Allie do her thing, morbidly curious what will happen.

*The blade of grass sudenly turns into a Rose Attronach...which pats Allie on the head before disappearing...the Bosmer Fellows face however now has signs of age, a wrinkle now runs where one wasn't before...*

"Hmm...like of the trees I see...strange that one..."

Blade starts pulling out blades of grass herself, and walks over to the Bosmeri.

She considers saying something but decides she has no real desire to talk to him, so she just cuts at him with the grass.

Interesting.

Allie plucked a handful of grass and threw it at him.

*The grass smokes and puffs away before reaching the Bosmeri...however the pocket on his robe has broken and seems to spilling out sand...his face ages even quicker now...*

Arynel's voice appears, but the source cannot be seen.

"I warn you, Bosmer, you will find yourself a victom of your own tinkerings."

The Breton pauses, and then continues speaking."I will give this advice though: The road is its own climax, the end is an illusion and a defeat."

A gust of wind appears, and grass begins spinning through the air around the Bosmer.

*the sands from the Bosmers pocket begin to swirl in the breeze along with the grass...the Bosmeri speaks an unknown incantation which causes the Bartender at the House of Earthly Delights to heave a plate towards Arynels head...his hands wrinkling rapidly...*

Blade just looks up at the sky.

" ... Sigh ..."

She makes a small whip out of knotted grass and begins spanking the Bosmeri.

"Peace be upon you, though you fight it to the end," Allie whispered. She plucked another long stem, and struck at the Bosmer, through the wind and sand and grass.

*The Long stem of grass manages to puncture the Bosmer's hand...he screams in rage, then attempts to keep himself whole...sand is streaming out of his pocket and the group can see his face turning to sand...*

Arynel whispers a second string of power, and appears next to the Bosmer.

The Breton carries a plate, which he uses to smack the Bosmer in the face.

*The blow from Arynel causes the Bosmeri to fall into a pile of sand...only Allies key remains behind as the rocks surrounding the group disappear...*

Blade just keeps whipping the Bosmeri, not trying to question how any of this is working. She's just a hired hand.

When the Bosmeri falls apart, she looks at the others curiously, as if asking if it's done and over now.

Allerleirauh bowed to Arynel; not the polite bow the others had seen her make to people she met, but a deep bow, which she held.

*On the final whip the pile of sand flows up into the wind and off across the field...for those that listen carefully they can make out the word "revenge" being strewn through the air...*


*One awakes in utter shock as to what has just happened to him...he looks to Ami still sleeping...as One moves to the window he notices the familiar surroundings of the Illesson Hills Inn...he sits for quite a while attempting to figure out if any of that just happened or if it was all just a dream...searching himself he finds a note written in green ink the note reads "Next Time For Real" its signed Sheogorath...One spends the rest of the morning pondering the note his dream and what it all could mean...he refolds the note and places it in his pocket...*

"Well that certainly wasn't planned..." is all he ponders for the remainder of the day...Ami seems equally distracted when she awakens...neither mention it to the other...until the roof of the Inn collapses on them and they end up back in the field...Ami screams as she awakens...

"Consider it payment for a gift." Arynel said to Allie. "A gift worth more than the empire."

"My lord, I simply meant to honor you." Allerleirauh looked at the others. "Are we all whole? Anyone bleeding?"

Blade turns and starts walking away.

Allerleirauh called after Blade, not knowing her name. "Dunmer woman... stay and drink with us, you have earned it."

"Yes," Arynel calls out to Blade. "We have been through much together, let us not leave eachothers company with such haste."

(ooc: is Dane still injured? Is Chex okay?)

*After realizing they'd been drugged and left in a field One and Ami rise and start to walk behind the others...after a short jut the group comes upon the Imperial encampment nestled behind a small hill...the events still run through Ones mind...*

Blade pauses ...

Earned a chance to stay and drink with these people, she thinks. Shouldn't part company in such haste?

All she had set out to earn from this was her fee from her employer; the crises was now dealt with and she had earned that. She had thought perhaps she could find some other treasure to take from this but with the way things turned out, she'd be spending most if not all of her payment on re-outfitting herself, replacing the gear she had lost.

Shouldn't part company so quickly? Half her time with these people she had been convined that they were going to get her killed. She even started to lose her edge, started to worry about how the were doing; her performance in the imaginary battle showed her this quite clearly. She didn't need any additional weight inside to drag her down; all she needed she started with when she came, and anything beyond that only took away, not added, to her ...

She shakes her head, and resumes walking away. That silver-haire dNord and that Breton man obviously had more than enough pleasure to be found in each other's company, judging from the way Allie just bowed. They didn't need a shadow hanging over the place. The others survied too it seemed; company enough for all of them, there.

It was time to go collect the rest of her payment, and find another job to compensate for her financial losses on this one.

She walks away.

Allerleirauh looked after the cold woman for a moment, but only for a moment.

She whispered to Arynel, very low, "You guessed my name."

A little louder she said, "If there's a place near here that will open a cask for us, and for these soldiers, it's my money that's paying."

Arynel turns to Allie.

"Who are we but that which we make ourselves?"

The Breton calls out to the others: "We have been through a great deal, and now we must rest our weary limps and warm ourselves with drinks. Let us be merry!"

"I'll drink to that"

*A small town presents itself on the horizon...smoke can be seen
coming from the town...*


<ooc> well looks like thats the end...mods feel free to shut this down <ooc>

Yup. Closed since post limit reached.