During Recruitment in Cyrodiil

Luthe was dressed in a dark brown robe, entering Anvil's tavern. She wore a small sword at her hip, and passed by a man sitting on a bench, drinking.

"Ay, you need someone at your back?" He turned to Luthe, with a big grin. "I'm sure a fighter like me can get you where you got to go."

Lute turned around, swiftly and gracefully. "Well, I hear there's a new mercenary group in town. Hear they pay at least 1,000 septims a job!"

"Well, damn! You know where a fella like me can sign up?"

"Now, if I remember correctly that group bought the old run down building up the road," Luthe was being coy. She knew which building had been purchased, in fact she saw the deed change hands. "I think the Orc said in 2 days time, any applicants would be tested. A strong man like yourself should get into a group like that without any troubles." And with that, Luthe went about her business, leaving the mercenary by himself.

...In 2 days time,

The building had long rectangular tables lined up in a U shape, with 3 figures standing near the door in the back. Hiss-Flame was out of his robe, and was just in his Glass Armor. Luthe was beside him, wearing a blue robe, glowing strongly. It was obvious that it had a powerful enchantment placed onto it. Orgrub, an Orc, was in a fine suit of steel armor, though his war torn hands were not covered by gauntlets.

"Luthe, you did send word of this gathering, right? Where in Oblivion are the maggots at?" Ogrub was shouting, pounding his hand on the table.

"Orgrub, they could just as well be late. Do you think that mercenaries of people are really gonna be punctual?" Luthe snarled, in response.

"Hmm...Well, we are soldiers of fortune too," Hiss Flame said, calmly.

A few people came in, looking nervous. Luthe recognized two of them. One, the fighter she spoke to shortly in the tavern, the other a wizard from the Mages Guild. She did not remember the female.

His-Flame pulled a paper from the table he was near. "From my left, names."

The fighter responded first. "Chucluick Resset" Then the mage, "Louis Harthane" The woman hesitated, but replied. "Nora Willinham"

To be Continued...

Song of the Duelist

By Hammerfell and Stone
and divine intervention
the duelist of arkay be born.

Protect the clergy at all costs
even if loss may happen of life!
the duelist of arkay be born.

Of blade forged in silver
and saintly Holy Water
the duelist of arkay be born.

Fight back the daedra
turn down the undead
the duelist of arkay be born.

To the ruins of tagazanth
blade and brawn and holy power fight!
The Duelist of Arkay be dead.

-Sung at Dallos the Holy's funeral

Before Immigration, After Death of Chun Koa

The Argonian stoop up from his seat. He wore a purple robe, and it glowed as though it were enchanted. It was obvious he had armor underneath it. His hand reached for a claymore of deadric origins. The two who were also in the living room looked at him.

"Hiss-Flame? What's up?"

The Argonian did not answer, instead walking toward the old wooden door that lead outside.

The Dark Elf now stoop, clad in beautiful silver armor only leaving her head exposed. "Let me-"

"No. I will be back later." Hiss-Flame went out the door, putting a ring on. A flash about his body, and he had vanished. "Do not expect me until late." And footsteps were heard, and moved into the distance.

"Hera, why is he doing this to himself? We all loved Chun Koa." Luthe's eyes were full of tears. She tried to hide them, but the efforts proved futile.

"I don't know why Luthe. I just don't know," Heratrossa stared at the floor. The rug was made of a mixture of Nix Hide and Guar Hide. It was nothing more than a swirl design. A few tear drops fell on it.

The night came, and Luthe was outside. "Here he comes! In the sky!" Heratrossa came outside to see what all of the ruckus was about. "Look Hera! Hiss-Flame!" Indeed, Hiss-Flame was in the sky flying back towards his home.

The blade was missing.

Luthe's Diary

Brether and I got back from the crypt today. Neither of us were infected with vampirism. I still haven't told him about the trance Vaeloth put me in. I have to record it here so that I can accurately ask Hiss-Flame if what I saw is true. I doubt it though.

Regardless,

Hiss-Flame was a young man, and was speaking with a Khajit. I could hear the conversation. "New brother, you will acquire a diamond for this client, no?" Hiss-Flame accepted, keeping quiet. He looked scared, but eager. I think he might have been poor at the time. He took off, into what I think is Balmora. He stopped behind a tree, watching a guard on his beat. He went into a building that looked two or three stories high. He casually popped the door open with his lockpick. I followed him, as he snuck around. His eyes fixed upon a small chest. He opened it, and behold. 3 Diamonds, of grand quality. Then, Hiss-Flame, my master, my adoptive father, stole. He pocketed one of them, and quickly and deftly replaced it with a soul gem he held in his pocket. Hiss-Flame knocked a pot over with his tail. He tends to do that, but with this, a guard armed came up the stairs and like a bolt of lightening Hiss-Flame ran out the door.

I must ask him, was he a member of the Thieves Guild?

-Luthe