Anthony
*The complex is walled, and separated into two primary buildings. The Manor, and the Winery itself, connected together into a "U" Shape. The architecture is a mix of a nord-gothic, with flourishes resembling those in mournhold. Lining the walls are smaller residences for the families who work on the estate, along with a small temple, and outside are the Jazbay plants, which are usually under heavy guard. 

Within the Manor, there is a Foyer, a dining room between the stairs, and a kitchen on the right. To the left is a living room with the entrance to the basement. Upstairs lies the master bedroom, and multiple guest and house servant rooms. From the Master bedroom, the balcony and bathing area is accessible.*
Toni
Speaks-in-Tongues, Hunter Captain of the Dawnguard, was on patrol, or really, on the hunt. He'd heard about a winery in Eastmarch, rumor says it was run by a Vampire. Speaks was fairly noticeable, as the necklace he was wearing glowed like the morning sun, and he was wrapped in an aura of light. He approaches the main gate, "Helloooo? Any vampires home? I'm here to show you the eternal mercy of my Lady!"
Anthony
*There were two guards. Both clad in steel armor resembling those of the Ordinators. One muttered 

"By the three what will we do with this one?"

The majority of workers were staring at them.*

"I request that you leave at once. Boethiah shows very little mercy."

*They had the raspy, ashy voice of Vvardenfell dunmer. A closer look revealed the crest of Moon-And Star on their shields.*
Toni
"Actually my Lady is Meridia." He says with a cackle, "And she wishes for me to slay the vampire within these walls." He smiles wide, his teeth are plated in silver, "Let me through and perhaps you be allowed to live."
Anthony
*They looked at each other, then back at the argonian. The one on the left bashed him with his shield, and the other cast Ash Shell and incapacitated him. They were laughing to themselves. They had intentionally left his mouth open to hear what he had to say.*

"Hrm. If she didn't oppose it now, I'd have this one chained..."

"Too much trouble."
Toni
"Now that just ain't fair." He protests, "Damn bastards. You're interrupting Dawnguard business." He is, most definitely, pissed off right now
Anthony
*They laughed. One of them lifted their helmet and spat on him.* 

"We'll see what Lady Indoril thinks."

*They both picked him up and carried him to a side door by the Manor. They threw him in a cell, and he would be immediately knocked out with a piece of wooden plank.*


*When he awoke, he would find himself chained to a chair in an admittedly rather lavish cell. Almost like the ones in riften. There was a meal on the table (which is embedded in the floor), pork and greens, and a cup of water. He would find himself unable to use any spells, the leg chain had some sort of enchantment on it, draining his magicka.*
Kenneth
*It was not on his person. The Ordinator's figured it was important. It could be seen across the dungeon along with the rest of his things. The sound of heels against stone could be heard coming down the hall. This was likely what he had came for.*

"It was foolish to be so brazen with your attack. Alone? Hmph."

*Her shadow could be made out. She had a dress and a large sun hat.*

"But I admire it in a way. The dedication."

*She was getting closer. Her glowing eyes were more visible. She was tall, quite tall.*

"Of all of the little vampire dens you could've attacked, why this place?"
Toni
The chain is in his mouth, he's biting on it, he spits it out as she walks in. "Why don't you come over here and find out how dedicated I truly am?" He says with bared teeth. "Most vampires are content living in caves like the beasts they are. But you decided to live like this. Like you deserve any of this. It makes me sick. Spits in the face of my Lady."
Kenneth
"Why? Because of my very nature, because of this curse placed on me by a bastard clan vampire."

*She came closer.*

"Look at you. Tearing those chains. Many think your kind as beasts. I'm starting to think they were right."

*She laughed. It was like a "Ho-ho." Sort of laugh.*

"Just because we do or do not fit our nature, the stereotypes created for us, we deserve certain fates?"

*She approached the bars. Just out of his reach.*

"You wasted your time coming here. Maybe try that Redwater den next time."
Toni
"You would know a lot about treating my kind as beasts, wouldn't you." He says, venom practically dripping from his mouth, "You sit there in your fancy house keeping us as slaves, thinking us no better than beasts of burden. Served the Dunmer right what the An-Xileel did. Look at you, even now you hide behind the other side of a cage like a coward, what's stopping you from coming in and looking me in the eyes?"
Kenneth
"Hm. Now you have some bite in your voice. Maybe I will come in there. Not yet."

*She pulled over a chair. A fancy sort of chair.*

"All vampires are murderers, all dunmer slave owners. A very feeble minded way to look at it."

*She looked at him directly in the eyes. You could see in her eyes that curse.*

"Tell me, why must you hate me so much?"
Toni
"Oh I don't know. Maybe perhaps because you're a blood sucking parasite that preys upon normal, uncursed people?" He says, "Maybe because immortality is unnatural, and no mortal should bear it?" He laughs, "Or maybe because my Lady wills it so. Undeath spits in the face of life, and if she tells me to destroy any form of undeath I will do it."
Kenneth
"What right does a wannabe divine have to exert her will over Mundus? It's no different from Molag Bal willing a vampire to hunt mortals."

*She looked down and to the right.*

"Do you believe I wished for this? To be forced to drink blood simply to persist? To kill myself would condemn my soul to Coldharbor for an action I never wished to happen."

*She looked back at him.*

"My sustenance comes from those workers who die here on this property, their blood is drained before embalming and bottled for myself to consume. They understand this."

*She looked directly in his eyes.*

"I would ask what is wrong about this, but I only expect to hear fanatical nonsense."
Toni
"As if Vampires don't exert their will over mortals." He says, "The blind loyalty of thralls, creeping into houses in the middle of the night, creating more foul beasts. Even raising the dead." He spits on the ground, it's thick and dark, like poison, "Does the rabid beast wish to go rabid?" He retorts, "Even still it must be put out of its misery to stop infection." He chuckles, "And I suppose they live on the property then? What other aspects of their lives do you control, I wonder. A landlord and a vampire, a leech of two senses."
Kenneth
"You're missing my point. I expected as much..."

*She looked down.*

"I had done such things only when i had to, when i was on the verge of death in Vvardenfell. To believe killing Vampires is mercy... A childish doctrine, by a childish prince."

*She approached. Directly at the bars now.*

"You are a little creature in a cage. I would like to see your goddesses mercy."

*She snapped her fingers. The two Ordinators from earlier were behind her.*

"Restrain him."
Toni
"I don't see you trying to get cured. Clearly you enjoy this power you gained. And for that you must be put down like a sick dog." He says, "Come on strong boys, I want to see her up close. Lady Merid's divine love will protect me from harm." He says, the aura around him still glistens, like stars in the night sky
Kenneth
*She approached. The ordinators encased his legs and arms in ash. She put her arm out, but that aura burned her.*

"How interesting. Bring the syringe."

*She had used it before to transfuse blood from willing participants. It would have a new purpose."

*One of them left and returned with a bloody syringe.*

"I'm genuinely curious what will happen. Introducing vampiric blood into something so "Holy"."

*She took it and filled it with her own blood and handed it to one of the ordinators. He was smiling under that mask. He forced his hand under the argonians chin, fully expecting him to bite him. He plunged the syringe into his neck.*
Toni
The ordinator assumed right, but wasn't expecting one thing. As the syringe pierced Speaks' neck a bright flash surrounded him, blinding the ordinators in the room, and although his arms and legs were bound, his mouth wasn't and the one with the syringe was close enough to him that all he needed to do was lunge a bit forward, and bite his face, the Argonian's teeth pierced through the metal like the syringe did his flesh, and venom seeped in, not the most powerful of poisons, but it did get everywhere inside the helmet. The ordinator would fall to the ground, every orifice of his face burning in agony. Idroso would feel somewhat weakened by the light now emanating from Speaks
Kenneth
*She pulled her hat down, averting her eyes from him.*

"Well... I'm rather impressed. I suppose such power may warrant your brazen behavior."

*The ordinator on the ground crawled away.*

"Hmph. We're at an impasse, arent we? What should I do with you?"

*She walked back towards him.*

"What do *You* Think I should do with you?"
Toni
"All my choices end with you in my pouch." He says, coughing and spitting out bits of metal and globs of poison, "You should see what I can do with the amulet." He says with a cackle, "Let me go, maybe I'll return with a squad of the Dawnguard's finest." He smiles, "Maybe I'll forget about all this. As long as we leave amicably."
Kenneth
"And when you return, every innocent worker here will be caught in the crossfire. Your already fringe organization which nobody *Truly* Believes in will be demonized regardless of what the goal of the attack was."

*She turned around.*

"Deal with real threats. Volkihar, Redwater, et cetera. You only make a fool of yourself targeting me for your own personal values. You don't want to help people. You just want to kill."

*She looked back.*

"So, if I were to let you leave, concious, would you truly return? Would you risk everything over *One* Vampire? Would you destroy this community?"
Toni
"We don't kill civilians. If your foolish guards truly think you're worth dying for then so be it. But you have a stranglehold on these people, and that hand needs to be severed if Tamriel is to ever be safe." He laughs, "You're right, for once. I do just want to kill. I want to kill scum, undead fools who think they can abuse the gift of life granted to them by the divines. Scum who hide away in dark houses and caves to keep themselves safe from Lady Merid's light. Those who venerate despicable things like Molag Bal and that so called God of Worms. But I won't kill innocent civilians." A wicked smile appears on his face, "I would come back. I would destroy you, and then I would help the civilians here recover. Because if there's one thing I love more than destroying the undead it is showing people the light. Oblivion what do you even do for these people? They can work the fields without you. They can protect this place without you. What is the point of you even being here? Just to be guady and profit off their labor?"
Kenneth
"These families have been here since the Red Year. I took them when they could not find work elsewhere. They can leave whenever they wish. Some have, and I have never held them accountable. They don't want to leave. Whether it is their own veneration of me, or merely clinging to their own tradition."

*She smiled.*

"And when you come back, well, I'd just go to Skingrad."

*She looked at him.*

"You may call this circumstance slavery, or indentured servitude. It isn't. A worker who is free to leave is not a slave. This is perhaps the one place in Skyrim where dunmer people are free to openly worship our gods, Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala. Individuals from outside this complex come here to worship. To every Traditional dunmer in this province, it will look like a targeted attack on their faith, regardless of which way you spin the tale."

*She got just out of reach again.*

"So unless you feel as though a trip to Skingrad is in order, I suggest you grow a pair and do something about the Volkihar. They're the real threat plaguing this province and you know it."
Toni
"And prithee, where would they go?" He asks, "You made this place a haven for them, yes, but that also means there's nowhere else for them. All so you can desecrate their corpses when they die to feed your disgusting hunger." He chuckles, "And you still didn't answer the question. You made this place, yes. But is it any different without you? You even said you could leave for safety, nothing changes when you aren't here. Just that you won't be reaping any benefits. In fact I doubt you bring anything of substance into the world." He laughs, "I guarantee there's more vampire hunters in Skingrad. That and would you really risk being hunted by the Legion." He laughs at the 'grow a pair' comment, "We're already going after Clan Volkihar, but members are allowed to go on smaller hunts, to take out other vampires, because wouldn't you know it, every vampire is a threat to the safety of Tamriel. Any vampire left unchecked can produce more. Because vampirism is a disease, one that needs to be purged from Tamriel by *Force*."
Kenneth
"I merely do what someone else would be if i were not here. Management. Necessary for such a wide business."

*She sighed.*

"A pity, I thought you may see some degree of reason. I suppose you believe whitestrake was justified to slaughter 10s of Thousands of elves because of a few bad ones? Granted with vampires, the Majority are bad. I suppose all dunmer should be killed because of house dres? And i suppose all altmer should be killed because of the Thalmor? I digress."

*She looked back at him.*

"If I show you mercy, and you return to kill me, put aside vampiric notions and look at this objectively. What does that make you? An ungrateful child."

*She laughs.*

"You cannot win in the fight against the undead. It is the balance of the world. Vampire hunters and crusaders come and go, and the wheel keeps turning. I commend the effort in cleansing the bad. But it is entirely futile. You are fighting a god which cannot die and will only create more. Clan Volkihar is a threat to the entirety of Tamriel. I make wine."

*She looked back at him.*

"Is there anything else I may grace my ears with before I let you go?"

*If Speaks had any sort of sense, he wouldn't follow up on his threat. The 15 or so Ordinators and lesser guards would make quick work of a dragon, the Dawnguard would be trivial.*

"Zainzabi! Gather his things, and prepare the good stick. Have him transported to Winterhold, theres a nice spot for him there."
Toni
"Whitestrake was an insane fool. Collective punishment is an affront to justice." He says, "Comparing the destruction of undeath to genocide is a wanton misrepresentation, but what do I expect from one who lives off the work and lives of others." He laughs, "You act as if letting me live is some grand gesture, and not an act of foolish cowardice." He smirks, "If undeath is a cycle like you stupidly think it is, then it's a wonderful cycle, it lets me show my Lady my appreciation for her gift all the more." He smiles, "Yes of course, I hope you realise that working with the Black-Briars is a foolish choice. Maybe I'll have a word with her, let her know that if she supports the Dawnguard she can take full control over your business. Be more aware of your surroundings, crows are not always crows."
Kenneth
"Maven... She's shrewd but I've had a plan since I first met her. Nothing I'd like to tell you, of course."

*She looked him dead in the eye as the ordinator approached.*

"To deny the cycle is to deny reality. The Three teach us to break this cycle. When you deal with Daedra, nothing is finite. Undead will return, hunters will kill them, over and over again. I've escaped the cycle of life and death."

*The ordinator was waiting for a signal.*

"If you are so brazen as to set foot here again with your little dawnguard squadron, you will be slaughtered like dogs. The might of My Ordinators, the Might of the Three, will overwhelm you. Spare the lives of your men."

*The ordinator then very violently smacked him on the head with The Good Stick. It knocked him out.*

"Theres a small shrine to Molag Bal to the north, dump him there. Don't let him die."
Toni
"Your ordinators are foolish cultists dedicated to an even more foolish *Bitch*." He says with a smile. Before the ordinator could hit him with the 'good stick' he bit the ordinator's arm, the ordinator would fall, "How about a deal, Lady Indoril." He says, quickly wrapping the chain binding him to the neck of the Ordinator, holding him hostage, "Give me my equipment and unbind me, if I can hold my own against the false ordinators you so claim can destroy the Dawnguard, I go free. If I can't, then you can hold me for another day, mock me, drain my blood, and even take some of my venom, and then you can leave me wherever you want and never hear from me again."
Kenneth
"I'll entertain this. If you believe your own abilities, I'll send for another two."

*She whistled. All of them entered the room. There were 15 or so. She thought. There were two that stood out that were wearing something resembling Her Hand armor. She did not pick these. Two of the normal ones seemed excited.*

"Velyn and Akami. Come. Grab the captive his things."

*They went over retrieving them, doing well to keep the necklace away from her.*

"Is this sufficient? Would you like more?"

*There was something intimidating about the ones in the different armor. They weren't undead, they simply just had an aura of power around them.*
Toni
He raises the chain up, "Unlock this please, my good ordinator." He asks one of the guards, "I'd full range of movement, and muse of magic, it's one of my big things, y'know? Yeah you get me!" He smiles, "And I promise, not dirty tricks. Specifically I won't try to kill you. Perhaps raise up a ward around the cell, maybe a wall or something."
Kenneth
*She smiled, she was almost taking a liking to him. One of the high ordinators had the actual key. He approached, unlocking it, and creating a ward in a circular area. The two he was meant to fight entered.*

"Begin."

*The two in the warded area didn't attack.

"You are the challenger, to you goes the first blow."*
Toni
He takes a magicka potion from his bag and downs it, "A quick question before we start. Do you have any *Other* Magic protections around this place. Anything stopping teleportation, portals, so on?" He asks in a shockingly genuine tone, "I want to know what I'm fully capable of." Idroso wouldn't be able to look directly him, the amulet made it like staring directly at the sun, "And will this be a no-holds-barred type of fight, everything on the table?"
Kenneth
"No paralysis or ash shelling or anything of the sort. And you can use whatever you want, within the confines of the arena of course."

*She was being rather fair. The arena would be around 30x60 feet. Not massive but reasonable.*

"If I were to allow paralysis, or similar spells, this would end *Very* Quickly."
Toni
"No immobilising, gotcha." He says, "I suppose that's enough stalling." He smiles, casts a spell, and out from his mouth comes a wave of poisonous air, he hops away from the two channeling the Opal Charm and lining the ground with briar made of light, then tosses down a handful of silver caltrops. He raises his shield and readies his spear for the incoming attacks