Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131218233902/@comment-3293219-20131219092745

(Urgh... got no sleep.

I don't mind a lean old time, or drinking my coffee cold but what I saw last night, before going to sleep, done mortified my soul... *Shudders*)

The breton arrived at the Imperial city, it took him two hours to get there, due to the odd creature in the wilderness.

Nish made his way across the bridge, to (what was formaly) the Talos-Plaza district, he glanced around, noticing that the thalmor were currently replacing the guards.

It's not going to be easy to go around unnoticed...

It didn't matter, noticed or not, he will make it to White Gold tower.

He made his way through the bustling streets, trying to blend in with the crowd, he didn't want the thalmor to see him armed to the teeth or they would know that something was wrong. He followed an inconsiderate gang of friends who walked in a large cluster, taking up most of the street with their refusal to walk single file. Nish quickly realised that it was working, the thalmor didn't see him and the people infront of him were too busy talking to notice him.

Luckily, the palace was just up ahead, he'd just have to keep up this facade for a few more steps...

However, disaster struck as his 'group of friends' turned left, instead of going straight ahead.

Shit, I'm a tight spot!

The breton ran on ahead, moving behind the guard, trying not to be heard as the bottles around his waste chinked together. The guard didn't seem all that interested, he wasn't looking for trouble and didn't turn around that often, Nish was easily able slip past him and break into the palace district.

He burst through the door, into the courtyard, surrounding the Whitegold tower, he looked up to see his challenge, the tallest tower in Cyrodiil. Hell, the tallest in Tamriel!

Didn't the Thieves guild break in here once? Urgh... I wish I knew the route they took...

Nish quickly placed the bottles into his pants pocket, each of the bottls were placed in a different pocket, so that they wouldn't clash. The breton knew that making a single sound would be the death of him...

He made his way over to the tower, thalmor guards marched back and too outside every door.

Dammit... I can't kill them, that would make navigating the area a helluva lot harder. Distract them? No... there's two of them and they're so close together...

Nish looked around, desperately trying to find som means of getting in...

Of course!

Nish spotted an old, homeless woman, slouched against a wall, opposite the tower.

She's been sat there all day... She must also work for the Thieves guild...

The breton quickly ran over to her and drew two coins from his back pocket, he knelt down and hovered it over her money pott but he kept it in the air.

"Have pity, on an old war veteran!" She began in a croaky, haggared voice.

"You're a war veteran?" Nish smirked, the woman looked like she's snap in two if she was pushed over.

"Y-yeah, thought in the 'Great war!"

Nish glanced at her, what was she? 50s? 60s at best... She wasn't old enough to have been alive during that war.

"What were you, the drummer girl? You must have been ten years old!"

The woman tried to look hurt by the accusation but quickly dropped her 'feeble old woman' charade and began to speak with a posh Imperial accent. "Oh, sod off! What are you, the beggar police?!"

"Look... I just need some information." Nish replied, trying to keep her voice down.

"L-look, I only work with Thieves' guild, I don't know nuffink about no 'information!" The woman was desperate to disuade him.

"Not even for ten gold?"

The woman glanced over his shoulder, quickly calculating her odds and whether or not it was worth the risk.

"Fine... what do you need?"

"Those guards... you've been watching them, you must know their patrol pattern."

The woman thought about it and then dragged him closer. "Their patrol was made to not let anyone through... An' it's very effective, none of that imperial guard crap! You listen 'ere... That older looking thalmor, he don't know what he's doin'! Every now and 'en he just zones out... but you gotta be quick, before his mate snaps him back into reality!"

Some plan... wait for a guy to 'zone out' then run past him? Still, it was better than nothing...

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, 'is mate keeps itching under his robes. I though' 'e'd picked somart up from tavern but I 'eard the other one mention 'bad knee...' If you get in a scrape, kick 'im in the left knee!"

''Brutal... but effective.''

"Alright... thanks." Nish dropped twelve gold into her pott and walked away.

Okay... pro-bulldog-championships... He thought to himself watching the thalmor with the gimped knee, hobble back and too.

He looked across, noticing that his partner was looking into the distance.

Has he-

The partner then shrugged and walked back over to him.

''Argh! Screw this!''

The breton made his way back over to the imperial beggar, this would work for sure.

"How would you like to make 30 gold?" He asked, looking down on her.

"make it 32!" She snapped.

"Done... but why?"

"Then I'll have 50 gold!"

No you wouldn't! Nish didn't have time for this, he threw the 32 gold on the floor.

"Now, give me the best distraction you've got!"

The old woman looked up, "Are you mad? I thought you were asking for more information!"

"Look lady, the information you give, isn't worth money, I want in!"

She glanced around his leg, an idea formed into her head.

"Consider it done."

The slightly dopey guard, plodded back and too, glancing around at his surroundings and sighing.

He looked up and saw a panic striken imperial woman, running over to him.

"Help! I saw somethin'!"

"Begone you stupid, old crow! Can't you see that I'm on duty?" He snapped, keeping up his superiority complex.

"No! Help me, I saw a dragon!"

A dragon?!

"Lady, there are no dragons in Cyrodiil!"

"What's this about dragons?" His gimped friend asked, hobbling over.

"This fool, woman claims that she saw a dragon!"

"It's true!" She cried, "why won't you believe me? It's going to kill everyone, including the children! Oh Julianos! Think of the children!"

The thalmor sighed simultaneously, this was going to be a long day.

"Wait... the dunmer prisoner, she travelled with C'laro! He's known to have been sighted with dragons!"

"He has?" The old woman asked in bewilderment, not believing her own luck here. "I mean... 'e has! He's going to have the dragons roast the children!" She began to put on a sob, though it was more annoying than convincing.

The thalmor didn't have time for this but they knew it would cost them their jobs, hell, possibly their lives if they ignored a possible C'laro sighting.

"Fine... I'll go!" The gimped officer replied, gesturing for the old lady to follow. She followed, trying think of where she could have seen this 'dragon.'

The younger of the two watched them as they walked away, he was all that stood between Nish and the White-gold tower.

The thalmor was in some sort of trace, now was his chance!

He quickly crept forward, sneaking past the young thalmor and making his way to the front door. Carefully and quietly opening it, making sure that it didn't creak or slam as it shut.

"Thank the nine..." Nish mumbled, looking around for guards.

''Hall's empty... got to find her.''

He made a left turn, hoping that it would take him somewhere.