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Suddenly a voice talked to Ksiara. "Dont worry, Ksiara. You and the other prisoners will survive and get to land safely. As for what will happen to the guards, the storm will drag them further north and they will freeze to death. Now try to break the chains. There is a weak link. Then you can go out and get your revenge." The voice said. The voice wasnt hearable to others often making Ksiara seem to be crazy after talking to herself. The voice said its name was Mehrunes Dagon and wanted to have Ksiara free him from banishment and in return giving her a right hand position. Ksiara began to use a candle holder to hit the chains bound to her in hope of soon being able to escape.
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"his name is Maric Taroka, He is a Nord..and a damn big one too..He is on his way for execution for killing a high ranking Nobleman's son and for assaulting and battering..a total of six city guards and now two of us. From what we could get of him..he is a fighter..fought in the Arena in the north..among other places." The Guard shook his head. "So..how we gonna get him out of the cell then?" Harin asked. "Bows and spears with a neckbrace to wrestle him out of there most likely..who knows..once there he is the empires problem." The other guard said. "A necromancer and a murderer on board.. Among other..things" The guard sighed and held in his seat as the boat rocked some more.
Maric leaned closer to the cell door and looked towards the sounds of the guards messing with the supposed Necromancer. "Hey Girl..stay calm..we will get out of here..and go our own ways got it?" Maric said to her and moved to sit back down the wood creaking as he sat down.
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After a few minutes Chassvian heard a voice talking through the wall next to him. He couldn't hear what he was saying so he decided to make an introduction. He leaned to the wall and said in his hissing voice, "I am Chassvian and your neighbour. Who are you?"
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Sitting with his legs crossed and his arms chained up against the wall, he listened to the waves lapping against the bow of the ship. The swell getting sucked underneath the ship only feet from where he was sitting. The storm was picking up and he sensed some form of danger. He realised now that if the ship ran aground, he would be in grave danger if he was still sitting where he was. He tried to shuffle a little and mutter some words to himself, trying not to alert the guards. However it wasn't the guards attention he got.
"I am Chassvian and your neighbour. Who are you?". Thadon sat still for a few moments. Did he really want to to exchange greetings with another prisoner? He was here for something he didn't do but he had no doubt in his mind that the others may be murderers, sorcerers and necromancers. The minutes passed by as the waves slammed against the wooden ship before he made any sound. "I am Thadon"
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"I am Chassvian of the Black Marsch. Who are you people?" Chassvian said with an inquisitive look.
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Suddenly the boat shook almost knocking Ksiara off her feet. Ksiara ran up to the top deck to find that the boat had run ashore. All she saw then was a burning forest and smoke. She smiled mentally but ran back down with a shocked face. "We have hit land but there is a lot of smoke." She said to the others.
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He was just about to say something when suddenly the boat jolted suddenly. A rock sliced through the bow of the sip only feet from where he was standing. Tumbling to the floor he could hear the creaking of the sand and pebbles through the hard wooden floor of the ship. He felt it come to a stop soon after and everything became silent once more. His head hurt from the fall and a small cut formed on his temple but he was lucky not to have slammed by the rock now jutting through the floor. Thadon heard someone talking about fire and smoke and pulled himself up to try and have a look.
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He followed the other elf up onto the deck observing the chaos "This is a war zone you can see it in the position of bodies and the type of injuries but you must know Bosmer you must know you seem old and wise enough." He jumped of the boat rolling landing a bit clumsy but without taking any damage hearing what the nord said "and he responded "I guess it's the rotting of the bodies and of course the smell of Morrowind's trait being the ash and what it does to the land." Theorial walked up to a washed up corpse and turned the mutilated Dark elf without any hesitation around finding nothing else than the clothes "I think these bodies have been looted before there's still live around here." The tall high elf stepped over the body onto the beach finding more of them and he decided to scavenge. His coldness was a good trait now because he mercilessly stepped on remains and stole from the dead but he didn't find more than eight coins and a ring that wouldn't be worth much but he decided to keep it close and after a short wile he walked back to the group bringing his information "The bodies have been looted with great precision there's almost nothing left on all of them." They needed to know that but not that he had that loot with him of course.
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Thadon looked down at the others who had managed to get off the boat and realised that they were all on the boat for the same reason he was, should he trust them and hope it would benefit his survival or just go his own way and hope to make it to some form of civilization. Either way he knew he needed to find a weapon, preferably a bow and some arrows.
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He looked over to Theorial and nodded a silent thanks to him, enjoying the feel of a sword in his hand once more.
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