<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"><div id="yiv813510511"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" id="yiv813510511bodyDrftID" class="yiv813510511"><tbody><tr><td id="yiv813510511drftMsgContent" style="font:inherit;font-family:arial;font-size:10pt;">Some trouble with email, hope this works<div>===============================</div><div> Then once they were between the rock and log Ma’alkeen acted. A veil of darkness circled the caravan in the form of a black cloud enveloping all light in it.   “An ambush?!” A relatively young man yelped in surprise. The Nahfalt knew enough to make out a green recruit. The mischievous smile grew on his muzzle, his ears were perked and tail was twitchy. Maybe he could play some other tricks on the mind of the inexperienced recruit, have some entertainment in a non-fatal fashion after this long week of chasing and training.   “Stay put and listen!” His superior shouted to the others.   They found this task hard to follow on with the mule panicking at losing its eyesight and slowly another effect of the veil took hold as the driver struggles to keep the animal from running off dragging the driver and his patron with it. Time and place began to feel distorted, like the cloud was beginning to fog their mind. One of the guards almost gets knocked over when the mule thrashed and bucked in his direction in another desperate attempt to escape.   With all of the noise generated from the pack animal and the clouding veil creeping into their minds, Ma’alkeen hardly tried to sneak over to the cart while in morphic form. His Shadowed Sight would allow him to see where his normal eyes would fail. His ears would try to pick up any movement that he would have missed even with Shadowed Sight. Even blinded the guards were still within close proximity of the cart which meant he would be very close to one while slipping by. Time slowed more with every whiff of air passing his nostrils. Panic settled down, the amount each suffered varied widely. Most of them were frantic, especially the quaking private. He wondered if they would even hear the blood gushing from his jugular as he pierced it. With these claws and teeth, he didn’t even need to use Echo to kill him. The need to kill again was growing as his power was waning and a human sized victim… He stopped himself. The fox would need to make a kill after this raid before he loses control again.   He’ll quickly shift into his quadruped form and jumped into the cart, moving under the canvas tarp with ease. Every few steps he braced himself as the pack animal kept jerking it around every time it muscled a little more freedom from the driver to take flight. Ma’alkeen didn’t need long to maneuver his way over to the crate of meats and swiftly shift into morphic form coming upon it despite the cart’s shifting. A small triumphant smile crosses his muzzle. Taking at least four days worth of food he began to make his departure when he’ll spy something that he never expected.  Placed seals up were scrolls bundled together in another. His eyes were focused on one in specific scroll though. Upon its seal was a Mark for one of the Nahfalt Havens. However he was unfamiliar with this one, perhaps it was forgotten lore, perhaps it was classified information. Looks like he’s finding all kinds of secrets in this valley.   The darkness vanished around the caravan leaving the four guards, the merchant and very perturbed mule looking around frantically for whoever attacked them. It didn’t take long before another order was issued.   “Check the cart!” The age regressed officer ordered.  Immediately a bobcat morph jumped onto the cart and looked inside. He would find the meat crate with the top hanging slightly ajar. If he wasn’t joined by the bighorn client he would have missed it.   “Someone broke into containers holding food and scrolls.” The sheep said with a combination of contempt and regret. “All those scrolls were prepaid for by a client in the Keep. Six garnet in total.”   “See if you can find a scent or tracks.” The child watched the trees as the others looked for any trace of the raider. It wasn’t long before he got the report.   “There is a set of tracks coming to the cart and a scent. But there’s none leaving.” A deer morph would tell his superior.   “The cart’s clear sir.” The bobcat would give his report which caused the age regressed to clench his teeth and more curses.   The whole ordeal was within hearing range of Ma’alkeen. He didn’t need to be anywhere near them to pick out the conversation. His attention was mostly on his scroll and the dried meat he placed in the bag at his fallback position. When the food was packed, he looked over the scroll, bearing the three slashes of the Nahfalt with a mountain under the top slash and between the two flanking slashes. This Mark was for a Haven he didn’t know about. He could tell because all Havens had a Mark bearing something that symbolized a celestial body. His was the moon, but the other three he knew of had a star, the sun, and a comet. The mountain may seem out of place if one didn’t think about a possible spiritual meaning.   Ma’alkeen opens the scroll with his attention cautiously divided to the various facets of the area. The words were all written in a language no mortal tongue could speak, yet those who can read it will be able to understand it. However he could also detect several spells placed on the scroll.   April 12, 402 If you can read this, that means either you are Nahfalt or you will be a vital ally.   Though in the midst of the third lunar cycle never has my resolve been tested so. The fighting between the followers of Alanes and the followers of the Lightseekers (Nahfalt who follow the Pantheon) has taken a predictable turn. It was inevitable that some students had desires to learn and practice the other faiths. Perhaps under another Master it would’ve been handled better. Perhaps we could’ve prepared ourselves for the inevitable that others became seduced by the power of our mortal enemies. Tis no secret that some daedra constantly test the balance, and have contested this valley being deemed a threat to us all. What has been shocking is how sense of kinship this Haven once provided is has withered treachery and a brittle alliance. Trust between the followers of Alanes and the Pantheon is only as strong as the desire of our sub-commanders to eradicate dissident Nahfalt. No, they are now Sirutu, the Tainted. We prepare for the next attack. Kyia has been informed of the treachery of our brethren and I ask her to hide our most vital and possibly damning documents for a time where they are needed again.   May Alanes teachings preserve us all. -Galrid, Annalist of the Metamor Haven.   Under the signature was a seal. It wouldn’t seem any different from what a scribe or noble will use to adorn their work symbolizing it as their own. Beneath the surface though was something not even a mage would be able to crack without carefully looking up each ingredient used in the creation of this seal. Ma’alkeen however had the key. The crimson dots began to grow and overtake his eyes, turning his pupils black and silver. Dark tendrils reached for his eyes, however they conveyed a weakness not unlike one struggling to climb out quicksand. Then like a dead man conveying his last words they latched onto his eyes.   --- “Damn them all.” Kinata was nearing the tipping point. It’s hard to calm her down whenever that happens but I can’t blame her. Each hand was clenched around Cut, the vipers engraved on her kama looked as enraged as her. “They’re too deaf from bickering with each other to hear the banshee wailing in their ears.” A black aura grew more pronounced around her body, her guardian was apparating. She was quite deceitful, appearing as woman at first, but soon her arms were replaced with black feathered wings, her face became longer and talons pierced the shadows cast on the pitch black earth. Shrill was there to help make sure that Kinata was kept in check should her anger radiate into a frenzy. After all that’s happened, she should let her.   “We cannot wait for… Master… to put aside his difference with the Lightseekers.” I finally spoke up. Kinata wasn’t the only one angry with this turn of events. These people, they aren’t the same people I knew. Teachers, my role models, people who I thought incorruptible. “Because of his foolish pride they killed… they killed…” Couldn’t finish it I hate going back to that memory. And I won’t sit here while our Master argues who’s lead to follow! I want the blood of those traitors! For each drop she lost I will drain on of their corpses! I will see the river run red with their blood. Damn the secrecy, if we fail the world will find out anyway about our powers. I’ll show it ever drop of what I have by scattering their souls to the wind, trapped in the fragments of bone I grind to dust to suffer for eternity. I’ll… I’ll…   You will dishonor her memory if you forget everything you learned together.   This voice… Landal. I… he is right. I can’t forget what she died for. Why so many are dying now.   “But first, we should gather the Lightseekers who will fight alongside us. The Sirutu threaten everything. Perhaps we’ll even get the help of their gods alongside our predecessors to end the traitors.” I have to keep focus. So what, I’m only 14 with three spirits quelled and five assassinations. I know one thing the others don’t have.   “How exactly do we do this? In case you didn’t notice Master is constantly bickering with their priest.” Adian, roughly two years older than me but I think less talented.   “At this point, the Master’s permission doesn’t matter. Stopping them does.” Better head over to my quarters, I need something from that skull I kept after that ambush on a those mages. What they get for trying to siphoning energy out of the Keep into a new host. Now the greatest threat to everything is a damned feud and Sirutu.   I better arm Pin and Needle, Landal takes possession of the kunai and immediately so we can… that chill filled. This was a soul wrenching chill synonymous only with the death realm. They’re here. “TO ARMS!” Have to get behind the others, they quickly formed the line. Already their blades crossed and dark energy is pooling. I have to reach that compartment under my bed. I need Kyra to take the scrolls away from here. Need to reach the tomes fast, make sure they don’t fall into the wrong hands. Then…  pray I didn’t waste an eye only to have Sirutu find this.   ---   Ma’alkeen’s mind began racing back, time accelerated until suddenly he was returned to the present time. The black tendrils coming from the seal popped away from his crimson eye. The fox was panting, going into the very mind of the scribe like that didn’t just leave him disoriented, it exhausted some of his energy. When his thoughts began to come together one question grew more urgent than the others, where the annals still intact. Can’t assume that the Sirutu were all defeated in this underground war, even if the valley isn’t under the rule of daedra. There are many forces patiently lurking in the shadows, as his master warned him. He happened to be another one that’s lurking right now. The information on this scroll may not be of pertain to the Roulj but provides the location of something valuable none the less.   We move to the Keep. He would mentally convey to his guardian. The fox donned his robes that were placed in the alcove of an oak. A small belt of knives were secured to left arm by two black straps; one under the shoulder and the other above the elbow. The billowing sleeves of his robes made it easy to throw a concealed knife. A pouch on the insides of his robe held approximately seven copper and one silver piece, something to last a very short time until he needs to take more.     Passage into the keep wasn’t too difficult. He would take to the road ahead of the caravan he raided and don his new facade. Euper was as he expected of a town close proximity to the keep. Loud, busy and in their shadow lived the crime ridden slums. He smiled within himself, he was quite certain he can eliminate some of the more troublesome criminals and the guards won’t be as inclined to investigate. Blood lust can be kept under control and his power maintained, at least until they’ll have to look into the disappearances. But he should look into this only when he really needed to, which could be soon depending on how much that urge grows.   As was expected some of the citizens of this town were varying degrees of pleasant. Since he clearly wore the look of a stranger some tried to help give him direct</td></tr></table> !DSPAM:4cb88c13223291804284693!