On The Move (RP Event Recap)

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Ch 1.

Even though this one arrived at the warehouse in Vulkhel Guard early, he could tell that something was… different about the air. It smelled funny. Something hung in the air. And whatever it was, it was causing a flurry of activity in our warehouse.

The Blue Skooma Co., while not known for its dubious ways, had structure and honor among its members – something this one valued. We know how to work hard, but we also take time to play hard. This one knew that playtime would have to wait, for as soon as he entered the main warehouse door…

“Ah, you must be Ebongale. We have not had the chance to meet. You may call this one “Mr. Stabbykins”.

Another manager. This one must remember to ask him about his name later.

“Well met… “Mr. Stabbykins”. What’s going on?”

A question soon answered.

“Everyone, gather around the table. Quickly.”

That has to be S’har… So many of the officers in one place. This doesn’t happen often.

This one quickly made his way around a small, wooden table. Maps, ledgers, and sketches of various Argonian and Khajiit people littered the maple furniture.

“As some of you may know,” S’har began, “Some of our scaled… friends went rogue last night. Our location has been compromised. This warehouse needs to be packed up and moved immediately.”

A murmur rippled throughout the crowd. Some of the officers had pained expressions, as if they knew more than they were letting on. This one didn’t press the matter – he would be briefed post-mortem. Now was not the time for questions.

“All of the material in this warehouse needs to be transported to our new location in Reaper’s March…”

Reaper’s March? But that’s all the way in Elsweyr! Then again, with the Wayshrine mere feet from the warehouse…

“S’har, a Question.” A Khajiit voice popped up from the back of the crowd.

“Speak.”

“Why do we not simply use the Wayshrines?”

“This one has reason to believe the Wayshrines have been compromised.”

Another murmur in the crowd. Dark magic powerful enough to effect a Wayshrine… who would… no, who could do such a thing?

Our informant in the Mage’s Guild has made mention that someone may be attempting to reroute the Vulkhel Guard Wayshrine to a different exit for members of the Blue Skooma Co. The… uniqueness of our blend makes it extremely valuable, but also stands as a signature of sorts. Other men and mer could use it without issue. But, one of us…”

The thought of someone tampering with the Wayshrines makes me shiver a bit. Perhaps I should be more questioning with things I use daily.

“Therefore,” S’har continued, “we are going to take a different approach. If you own a steed, we have crates that need to be transported. Take one or two and tie them to your mount. If you are on foot, you will be serving as guard – you will walk with the caravan and assist however you can.”

“But Reaper’s March is at least a month’s journey on foot!”

S’har smiled. “And that is the genius of our plan. Just because Vulkhel Guard’s Wayshrine is compromised… well, that doesn’t mean others are. We will simply choose a new entry point.”

S’har reached down and unfurled a map. Obvious scribbles and tactics were drawn and scratched out. But one set of instructions, bearing the approval of Ri’sari himself, stood out among the rest.

“The more remote the Wayshrine, the more likely our enemies have control. So, we’re going to walk straight into Skywatch and use the one there. We will leave Vulkhel Guard posing as a trade caravan. It’s a half-day’s journey to Skywatch. Since it’s a major thoroughfare, there are mages who monitor it day and night for… “tampering”.

It was true that this was no time for questions. This was a time for action. But one tiny detail seemed to be unanswered.

“S’har, getting through the Wayshrine is all well and good for this one and his fellow associates… but what of our cargo? How do you plan on moving our merchandise? Will we load a ship bound for Elsweyr?”

S’har smiled sinisterly.

“Easy, Ebongale. We take it all through the Wayshrine with us.”

End Ch. 1

That's a very good recap and it gives a bit of insight to our other members about what the Company is up to. Hopefully more will be willing to join in on our next event!

Very fun read. Recaps are great!

(PART 2)
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Admittedly not much is known about the Wayshrine network. Men and mer can approach the wayshrine and, upon placing their hand on it, will instantly travel to any location they’ve previously been. There are some who have claimed that the Wayshrines serve a different, more sinister purpose, but they are dismissed as crackpots and naysayers. Who would argue with magic so useful, no? After all, travel between the Wayshrines makes the world of Tamriel small. But, even the greatest magic has limitations. Rules, even. And the great thing about rules: they can be bent. They can be broken.

After hearing S’har’s plan, the room erupted into a series of emotional reactions. A few laughed out loud in disbelief; most talked excitedly and unbelieving amongst themselves. A few stood, processing the plan through. This one, however, was not nearly as tactful.

“This one must not have heard you correctly,” this one remarked in half-jest. “Ebongale could have sworn you said we were taking the cargo through the Wayshrine”.

“Your ears do not deceive you, Ebongale. That is indeed what S’har said”. S’har was unwavering in his stance.

“You said yourself that Mages from the Guild watch over the Wayshrine…”

“Ah, but that is the beauty of this plan. S’har did indeed say that, but the nice thing about something being observed by men…”

S’har smiled sinisterly.

“… is that men can be bought.”

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This one had been tasked with making sure the nooks and crannies of the Vulkhel Guard warehouse had been cleaned. Ledgers, books, notes, vials… all were hurriedly (but carefully) packed into crates and barrels to be carried in the caravan. Under the floorboard on the left side racks… behind the screen in the back… under the table… all of the favorite hiding spots were cleaned out.

The final preparations were made. Ebongale quickly hurried from member to member, checking off their boxes and barrels (this one, as it turns out, is just as handy with a pen and paper as he is with a sword and shield). The final list checked, This one made his way to S’har at the head of the caravan.

“All preparations complete. The warehouse has been scrubbed”

“Ah, excellent.”

S’har whistled and motioned his hand in a grand gesture.

“Let’s Move!”

It was a good half-day’s journey to Skywatch from Vulkhel Guard. Our company had been outfitted with proper paperwork, in case any enforcement units came around, to look like a simple merchants caravan. With the recent storms at Khenarthi’s Roost, it would be easy to pass word that a ship had been wrecked, and that our journey would have to be continued on foot. The path was straight – through the plans north of town, skirting the ruins at Ondil, and up through the midlands, finally heading east to Skywatch. Reports from our scouts were clear, with only a small altercation at Ondil worth mentioning. This one hoped that it were indeed the case.

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Nightfall was fast approaching, and the sun was dipping over the western horizon as we made our final leg of the journey into Skywatch.

“Hold!”

S’har held up his paw, and the caravan slowly assembled into a stopped position.

“Ebongale! Do’Maadrul! Scout ahead. We must make sure the distraction this one has set in place is working.”

Distraction…?

This one saluted S’har.

“Consider it done.”

Do’Maadrul and this one made haste toward the city perimeter. We had just reached the outer stairwell when -

AWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!

Ebongale looked at Do’Maadrul, who returned the look. Only one thing in Tamriel made that sound…

“If this is S’har’s distraction…”

It was indeed working. Guards were heading away from the Wayshrine in droves, looking for the lycanthrope. Our caravan would be able to slip in undetected if this could be sustained for a few more minutes.

S’har and the rest pulled up to the outskirts as Do’Maadrul and this one returned.

“Your… distraction… seems to be working as planned, S’har.”

“Very good. OK! Everyone to the Wayshrine. Grab your cargo, and head to Reaper’s March. We will return for the horses later.”

This one stayed behind, counting both men and mer, crate and barrel as they disappeared in a flash through the Wayshrine. Whatever S’har had done, it was working perfectly.

The impossible had been done. An entire caravan had walked, undetected, into Skywatch. We had used a Wayshrine to transport mass amounts of cargo to our new storage location in Reaper’s March. And a werewolf had been the cause of distraction to get it all done.

This one simply shook his head in disbelief – if he’d not been around to see it, there’s no way he would believe a tale as outrageous as this.

But… when one throws his chips in with the Blue Skooma Co… stories like this seems fairly normal.