Rann
Rann dodged again, but instead of a calculated evasion, it was closer to fleeing. He frantically rolled out of the way, barely avoiding certain death.
He was rewarded for his efforts with a shower of stones broken loose from the force of his opponent's blow, and couldn't help but be glad that it was the wall being hit and not his skull.
"Impressive," he muttered, suddenly regretting getting himself into this fight. He still didn't lose heart though, as he often found himself up against opponents he shouldn't, and somehow he was still alive.
He stood up as quickly as he could, and dusted himself off, suddenly aware of the many small cuts on his arms from the stone shards. He mentally shrugged them off, and stared his enemy in the eye as he readied himself for another attack.
Full Version: To Heir Is Human II- Playground XIII
Plys'Iea
He stared back into the Dunmer's eyes, and hissed in his own tongue. "You may dodge all you like; fight back and your death will be much quicker and more honorable than if I am forced to make several more small wounds."
Then he spun on his heel, his staff swinging around to swipe the elf's legs out from under him.
The Silhouette, Outside the city
The Silhouette felt something, one of his servants was not doing what he wanted. It did not matter, he would not lose. The dead army was in full attack, now was the time, he would not send his huge Tsaeci armies just yet, no this was for the dead and the goblins. Suddenly he appeared next to the goblin chief.
"You know your orders quite well...quite well indeed, crush them, I will get you into the gates, the bandits and vampires will follow, then I will lead my men in" he hissed, the goblin smiled in reply. He ran out and bellowed orders in a very harsh sounding tongue. Thousands of goblins poured out of their tents and cheered.
"Charge now!!" The Sillhouette's cold voice rang throughout the camp. Thousands of goblins thundered towards the bridge, with the Silhouette disappearing in a wisp of smoke and reappearing by the bridge. He uttered a few words and the bridge glowed, any attempts at destroying it would be thwarted, unless they knew the counter charm in akaviri. Soon bandits and vampires prepared to follow the goblins, and then one of the two Tsaeci hordes. This was it.
OOC: They are going to capture the Talos Plaza district, then it will be a slow siege for the other sections. Because the city has many other walls, breaking in is only the first part, this battle should be quite long.
Dalrus, Battlements
Dalrus had followed Rann and Aerona to the battlements and fired off blasts of fire at all the zombies near her. She fired off a particularly powerful blast that enveloped four zombies who turned into ash. Suddenly a mage climbed up the wall, more than likely through a sticking spell to his feet. He shot a blast of electricity at her, fortunately she knew the counter spell and it simply disappeared on her shock shield. She shot ice towards him, but his counter spell also worked.
The fight when on for some time as the two mages dueled, blasts of fire, ice and electricity glowed, this mage was obviously not an a beginner. Suddenly Dalrus recognized him, it was the former arch mage, she knew he had disappeared but wasn't sure why, the spell of the Silhouette was strong enough that the mage was now just a servant to the Silhouette's will. Blast after blast were repelled and blocked, finally Dalrus telekenetically hurled a stone that had broken from the battlement at the arch mage. He stopped it, but while trying to throw it back at her she fired a stunning spell at him. He collapsed and she pulled him away from the fighting. She would have to find the counter spell in order to save him from going to the Silhouette again.
Then she saw the fight Rann was in...
The Silhouette felt something, one of his servants was not doing what he wanted. It did not matter, he would not lose. The dead army was in full attack, now was the time, he would not send his huge Tsaeci armies just yet, no this was for the dead and the goblins. Suddenly he appeared next to the goblin chief.
"You know your orders quite well...quite well indeed, crush them, I will get you into the gates, the bandits and vampires will follow, then I will lead my men in" he hissed, the goblin smiled in reply. He ran out and bellowed orders in a very harsh sounding tongue. Thousands of goblins poured out of their tents and cheered.
"Charge now!!" The Sillhouette's cold voice rang throughout the camp. Thousands of goblins thundered towards the bridge, with the Silhouette disappearing in a wisp of smoke and reappearing by the bridge. He uttered a few words and the bridge glowed, any attempts at destroying it would be thwarted, unless they knew the counter charm in akaviri. Soon bandits and vampires prepared to follow the goblins, and then one of the two Tsaeci hordes. This was it.
OOC: They are going to capture the Talos Plaza district, then it will be a slow siege for the other sections. Because the city has many other walls, breaking in is only the first part, this battle should be quite long.
Dalrus, Battlements
Dalrus had followed Rann and Aerona to the battlements and fired off blasts of fire at all the zombies near her. She fired off a particularly powerful blast that enveloped four zombies who turned into ash. Suddenly a mage climbed up the wall, more than likely through a sticking spell to his feet. He shot a blast of electricity at her, fortunately she knew the counter spell and it simply disappeared on her shock shield. She shot ice towards him, but his counter spell also worked.
The fight when on for some time as the two mages dueled, blasts of fire, ice and electricity glowed, this mage was obviously not an a beginner. Suddenly Dalrus recognized him, it was the former arch mage, she knew he had disappeared but wasn't sure why, the spell of the Silhouette was strong enough that the mage was now just a servant to the Silhouette's will. Blast after blast were repelled and blocked, finally Dalrus telekenetically hurled a stone that had broken from the battlement at the arch mage. He stopped it, but while trying to throw it back at her she fired a stunning spell at him. He collapsed and she pulled him away from the fighting. She would have to find the counter spell in order to save him from going to the Silhouette again.
Then she saw the fight Rann was in...
Flint Ironwood.
Flint grumbled under his breath. The bottle of flin was tied to his belt.
,,Great, I blew through most of my Magicka during last battle. So no jumping or Daedric bow and arrows combo. Bloody brilliant, I hate melee."
He took in the situation as he arrived. Undead were crawling up the walls and one large......thing was trying to kill Rann.
,,Flogir and the soldiers against masses of zombies, they'll be able to last a while. Can't say the same for Rann, even with the third child helping him. Alright, decision made. Let's hope I won't regret it."
A zombie that ha dmade it past the walls blocked his path. He unsheathed his blades and cleaved them down in a cross-pattern, striking at both sides of the neck. Then he reversed his grip and tore both blades through the zombies abdomen. The rotten flesh parted easily and the thing fell apart.
The giant creature swung its weapon at Rann's legs.
,,Crap, I'm going to be too late like that. Old legs aren't meant for running." Flint thought and did the only thing that got into his mind. He sacrificed some of his Magicka to put a telekinetic hold on those chains that were tied to the staff. He doubted he could overpower the musculature of that thing, but hopefully he would slow its swing far enough to give Rann the chance to dodge.
Flint grumbled under his breath. The bottle of flin was tied to his belt.
,,Great, I blew through most of my Magicka during last battle. So no jumping or Daedric bow and arrows combo. Bloody brilliant, I hate melee."
He took in the situation as he arrived. Undead were crawling up the walls and one large......thing was trying to kill Rann.
,,Flogir and the soldiers against masses of zombies, they'll be able to last a while. Can't say the same for Rann, even with the third child helping him. Alright, decision made. Let's hope I won't regret it."
A zombie that ha dmade it past the walls blocked his path. He unsheathed his blades and cleaved them down in a cross-pattern, striking at both sides of the neck. Then he reversed his grip and tore both blades through the zombies abdomen. The rotten flesh parted easily and the thing fell apart.
The giant creature swung its weapon at Rann's legs.
,,Crap, I'm going to be too late like that. Old legs aren't meant for running." Flint thought and did the only thing that got into his mind. He sacrificed some of his Magicka to put a telekinetic hold on those chains that were tied to the staff. He doubted he could overpower the musculature of that thing, but hopefully he would slow its swing far enough to give Rann the chance to dodge.
Rann
Rann saw what was happening, but he knew that even his fast reflexes couldn't get out of the way of that bone-crushing strike.
But something slowed it. Rann didn't know what it was, and he didn't much care, all he knew was that he had his opening. He jumped back, so that the staff hit only air, reversing his grip on his sword as he did, and immediately reversed his direction, jumping towards the strange creation, his sword held high over his head for a strike at the head.
OOC: swipe him away
Rann saw what was happening, but he knew that even his fast reflexes couldn't get out of the way of that bone-crushing strike.
But something slowed it. Rann didn't know what it was, and he didn't much care, all he knew was that he had his opening. He jumped back, so that the staff hit only air, reversing his grip on his sword as he did, and immediately reversed his direction, jumping towards the strange creation, his sword held high over his head for a strike at the head.
OOC: swipe him away
Plys'Iea
The supernatural intervention perplexed the alien, but when the Dunmer moved to attack him, his counter-attack met no such impedement. His arm lashed out, barely visible and struck the Dunmer in the chest, sending the elf sprawling back.
The alien noticed one of his adversaries was attampting to close the gates. Spinning around, he vaulted half of the distance, and then used his momentum to close it. The ALien swung his staff in a flurry of succesive strikes at the Altmer.
Rann
Rann was surprised as what felt like a solid brick wall hit him square in the chest. The wind was knocked out of him, and he lost his grip on his blade. He landed on his back a few feet away from where his enemy stood, and he lay there for a few moments before finally sitting up. As he did, waves of pain washed over him, and he figured that he had a broken rib or two.
He finally stood, and his opponent had decided to change targets. He looked around quickly to try to find his dropped sword, but was unable to locate it. Being unable to to give chase, he pulled out his bow and fired an arrow after the beast.
The thing he forgot, though, in his focus on the more dangerous foe, was the fact that there were lesser undead around, so he was forced to deal with them instead. He was doing more hitting with his bow in the close quarters, and it was less than effective.
Rann was surprised as what felt like a solid brick wall hit him square in the chest. The wind was knocked out of him, and he lost his grip on his blade. He landed on his back a few feet away from where his enemy stood, and he lay there for a few moments before finally sitting up. As he did, waves of pain washed over him, and he figured that he had a broken rib or two.
He finally stood, and his opponent had decided to change targets. He looked around quickly to try to find his dropped sword, but was unable to locate it. Being unable to to give chase, he pulled out his bow and fired an arrow after the beast.
The thing he forgot, though, in his focus on the more dangerous foe, was the fact that there were lesser undead around, so he was forced to deal with them instead. He was doing more hitting with his bow in the close quarters, and it was less than effective.
Dalrus, Battlements
Dalrus left the body of the Arch mage on a bench and continued to look where she could be of some help. Many battles were going on over the wall, but the soldiers were holding the zombies at bay. Only one section of the wall seemed to be heavily disputed and that was where a giant lizard was fighting. Dalrus slowly worked her way to the section where Rann was, stopping here and there to kill zombies. Finally she arrived to find Rann surrounded by Zombies and only a bow out.
Dalrus uttered the words and fire shot out from three different places on her palm. The undead were hit and enveloped in flame. When the fire disappeared all that was left was three piles of ash. Dalrus then saw a mage nearby, killing soldiers along the wall by magically pushing them over the side. She fired wave after wave of ice and the mage's feeble blocking spells were overwhelmed. He collapsed, his skin completely frost bitten and dead.
"Rann, you need to get out of here, it looks like two of your ribs are broken, you'll be safe in the Tiber Septim, and I will find a healer," she said worriedly. She kissed him and then continued to kill the undead coming near them. The battle looked like it was going well when suddenly the horns of goblins could be heard in the distance. Dalrus looked towards the ridge to find the banners of the various tribes come into view...
The Silhouette, Near Lake Remare
Thousands upon thousands of goblins and bandits were ready for his final signal, they cheered on the ridge as he flew above them, only his torso was not smoke, every other part of him seemed to be a vapor that allowed him to fly.
"Charge for victory, spare none, slaughter everyone in the city!" he hissed loud enough for all to hear him. "I will get you in!" With that the goblins and bandits charged in a huge mass towards the city. Bloodlust in their eyes they soon reached the bridge which had been stablized by the Silhouette. They sprinted up the slops to the gate waiting for the Silhouette's call, thousands more poured across onto the island. The Silhouette's voice soon rose abov the mob's.
"Igh nah hidek vo di ne mogh ne huro!" his voice rebounded throughout the city. Suddenly an enormous crack could be heard and then a deafening smash as the gate was wrenched open by the magical words, suddenly the iron sizzled off and into the air as the wood splintered into thousands of shards, killing many of the goblins, though nothing to really harm their numbers. The gates were so large that many pieces crashed through nearby windows of the plaza and a cart vendor who had been selling leather gloves to soldiers was speared by a piece. The Silhouette flew above the mass and landed on top of the gate house.
"Slaughter everyone!" his simple order was enough and thousands of goblins and bandits poured across the barrier. What had not happened in thousands of years had happened, a foreign enemy had broken into the Imperial City. Screams could already be heard as goblins filled the whole plaza running off into houses and slaughtering the inhabitants. Bandits had their way with many and screams of terror rose along with the cheers of the army. The Silhouette saw such barbarity as useless with lesser races, his tsaeci would not mix blood, but it was a useful tool of terror.
The Soldiers on the wall begand to scatter and run through to the gate houses of the other walls, closing them behind so the undead would not open the other sections of the city.
Dalrus left the body of the Arch mage on a bench and continued to look where she could be of some help. Many battles were going on over the wall, but the soldiers were holding the zombies at bay. Only one section of the wall seemed to be heavily disputed and that was where a giant lizard was fighting. Dalrus slowly worked her way to the section where Rann was, stopping here and there to kill zombies. Finally she arrived to find Rann surrounded by Zombies and only a bow out.
Dalrus uttered the words and fire shot out from three different places on her palm. The undead were hit and enveloped in flame. When the fire disappeared all that was left was three piles of ash. Dalrus then saw a mage nearby, killing soldiers along the wall by magically pushing them over the side. She fired wave after wave of ice and the mage's feeble blocking spells were overwhelmed. He collapsed, his skin completely frost bitten and dead.
"Rann, you need to get out of here, it looks like two of your ribs are broken, you'll be safe in the Tiber Septim, and I will find a healer," she said worriedly. She kissed him and then continued to kill the undead coming near them. The battle looked like it was going well when suddenly the horns of goblins could be heard in the distance. Dalrus looked towards the ridge to find the banners of the various tribes come into view...
The Silhouette, Near Lake Remare
Thousands upon thousands of goblins and bandits were ready for his final signal, they cheered on the ridge as he flew above them, only his torso was not smoke, every other part of him seemed to be a vapor that allowed him to fly.
"Charge for victory, spare none, slaughter everyone in the city!" he hissed loud enough for all to hear him. "I will get you in!" With that the goblins and bandits charged in a huge mass towards the city. Bloodlust in their eyes they soon reached the bridge which had been stablized by the Silhouette. They sprinted up the slops to the gate waiting for the Silhouette's call, thousands more poured across onto the island. The Silhouette's voice soon rose abov the mob's.
"Igh nah hidek vo di ne mogh ne huro!" his voice rebounded throughout the city. Suddenly an enormous crack could be heard and then a deafening smash as the gate was wrenched open by the magical words, suddenly the iron sizzled off and into the air as the wood splintered into thousands of shards, killing many of the goblins, though nothing to really harm their numbers. The gates were so large that many pieces crashed through nearby windows of the plaza and a cart vendor who had been selling leather gloves to soldiers was speared by a piece. The Silhouette flew above the mass and landed on top of the gate house.
"Slaughter everyone!" his simple order was enough and thousands of goblins and bandits poured across the barrier. What had not happened in thousands of years had happened, a foreign enemy had broken into the Imperial City. Screams could already be heard as goblins filled the whole plaza running off into houses and slaughtering the inhabitants. Bandits had their way with many and screams of terror rose along with the cheers of the army. The Silhouette saw such barbarity as useless with lesser races, his tsaeci would not mix blood, but it was a useful tool of terror.
The Soldiers on the wall begand to scatter and run through to the gate houses of the other walls, closing them behind so the undead would not open the other sections of the city.
Plys'Iea
At the appearance of the Silhoutte and the destruction of the main gates all together, the alien warrior laughed, a deep, warbling vocalization. In Akaviri he said to the Altmer, "The end is near, you have failed!"
OCC: seeing as there's a sea of homicidal goblins, bandits and undead, I suggest everyone make the decision to teleport away with their one of the spellcasters.
Karn
Gazing up at the floating Silhoutte, Karn narrowed his eyes. "This isn't over," He said. All around Narza'Tai mages appeared in black smoke. "Come, this battle is not worth defeat!" Karn yelled to the other group members, urging them towards the spellcasters.
At the appearance of the Silhoutte and the destruction of the main gates all together, the alien warrior laughed, a deep, warbling vocalization. In Akaviri he said to the Altmer, "The end is near, you have failed!"
OCC: seeing as there's a sea of homicidal goblins, bandits and undead, I suggest everyone make the decision to teleport away with their one of the spellcasters.
Karn
Gazing up at the floating Silhoutte, Karn narrowed his eyes. "This isn't over," He said. All around Narza'Tai mages appeared in black smoke. "Come, this battle is not worth defeat!" Karn yelled to the other group members, urging them towards the spellcasters.
(Revan, I hope you don't mind me manipulating Vasha and the gang.)
Green-Root.
Green-Root had told most of the story, though he left out the Silhouette's involvement. It was then that the Narza'tai heard a faint noise. Vasha gestured at one of her men who went to the sewer mouth and peered out. When he came back, they could all see his distressed face.
,,The gate has been broken. Undead, goblins, scum. They're all pouring into the city." He reported.
Several hushed conversations erupted. After a moment, Vasha raised her hand, causing all to go mute.
,,This is a bad blow. Let's hope they don't get the clever idea of entering the sewers. Our defense isn't meant to stop invaders dropping down from the streets." Green-Root realized. He turned his back to the exit and gazed into the darkness. His hand curled tightly around the spear.
Messengers were sent to relay the news.
,,I wonder where Sensei is." One of the Narza'tai muttered.
Flint Ironwood.
,,Crap, crap and double crap! I'm too old for this!" Flint gasped as a true avalanche of bloodthirsty goblins seemed to descend on them.
,,And to think I played my trump card earlier this day. Crap, I'm so going to die!"
One of the green critters reached him and swung a bone. The Breton jumped over the attack and kicked it in the face. He then tore into its chest with one blade while swinging the other back to stop a zombie. More came to replace the fallen however. Now a battlescarred Nord challenged him with a Warhammer.
,,You will snap like a twig!" He howled and swung.
Flint ducked and felt the rush of air as that heavy block of solid iron sailed overhead.
,,Nope, I bend like a reed in the wind." He replied, vaulting backwards. The Nord charged. Flint threw his swords up into the air and drew the bottle of flin from his belt.
,,It worked a few years ago." He mumbled and threw it directly at his opponent. The man's furs were soaked by the liquid. He grinned.
,,Such a waste of alcohol!" He laughed. Flint cast a smirk.
,,Yup, a waste. But how do you like this?!" He answered and threw a fireball.
,,Alcohol and fire, it never mixes." He chuckled, running away from a crowd of goblins and one burning Nord.
Green-Root.
Green-Root had told most of the story, though he left out the Silhouette's involvement. It was then that the Narza'tai heard a faint noise. Vasha gestured at one of her men who went to the sewer mouth and peered out. When he came back, they could all see his distressed face.
,,The gate has been broken. Undead, goblins, scum. They're all pouring into the city." He reported.
Several hushed conversations erupted. After a moment, Vasha raised her hand, causing all to go mute.
,,This is a bad blow. Let's hope they don't get the clever idea of entering the sewers. Our defense isn't meant to stop invaders dropping down from the streets." Green-Root realized. He turned his back to the exit and gazed into the darkness. His hand curled tightly around the spear.
Messengers were sent to relay the news.
,,I wonder where Sensei is." One of the Narza'tai muttered.
Flint Ironwood.
,,Crap, crap and double crap! I'm too old for this!" Flint gasped as a true avalanche of bloodthirsty goblins seemed to descend on them.
,,And to think I played my trump card earlier this day. Crap, I'm so going to die!"
One of the green critters reached him and swung a bone. The Breton jumped over the attack and kicked it in the face. He then tore into its chest with one blade while swinging the other back to stop a zombie. More came to replace the fallen however. Now a battlescarred Nord challenged him with a Warhammer.
,,You will snap like a twig!" He howled and swung.
Flint ducked and felt the rush of air as that heavy block of solid iron sailed overhead.
,,Nope, I bend like a reed in the wind." He replied, vaulting backwards. The Nord charged. Flint threw his swords up into the air and drew the bottle of flin from his belt.
,,It worked a few years ago." He mumbled and threw it directly at his opponent. The man's furs were soaked by the liquid. He grinned.
,,Such a waste of alcohol!" He laughed. Flint cast a smirk.
,,Yup, a waste. But how do you like this?!" He answered and threw a fireball.
,,Alcohol and fire, it never mixes." He chuckled, running away from a crowd of goblins and one burning Nord.
Voltar
Voltar noticed the large creature sailing in the air towards him, just before his first blow was made, Voltar vanished before the lizard and appeared a safe distance away.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not that keen on melee combat," Voltar said indignantly in rusty Akaviri, "I don't like blood on my robes."
Suddenly the gates exploded nearby him. A shard grazed his forehead, cutting it fairly deeply before Voltar managed to throw up a shield spell. It suddenly appeared that defensive measures needed to be taken.
"I'll leave you with something that'll be more than willing to face you," Voltar replied with a smile before summoning three Ogrim Titans. "Ta-ta!" he said before teleporting away.
Amrita
Before Amrita could unleash the shadow shard on the creature, it leaped away. Cursing she tossed it at a bandit that was charging at Rann. Instantly the bandit dropped his weapon, his hands clutching his head in agony before a dead, vacant look replaced it and the bandit flopped to the ground. She rushed to Rann's and Dalrus' side.
"We all need to get out of here. This district will be overrun very shortly." She said and she grabbed both their hands and began to lead them away.
Flogir
Flogir thought he was going to be doomed as the zombie began to claw and bite him. Suddenly the blows didn't hurt any longer. A spell had been cast upon him. Using what remaining energy he had, Flogir surged to his feet, knocking most of his attackers off the wall. Taking a quick look around, he found that the gates had been blasted apart and bandits and goblins were pouring in.
He rushed over to Aenora, clearing away the enemies around her. "Time to head to a different district, lass. We can't stop this many enemies like this. Follow me," he said as he began weaving his way through the battle field, one hand holding Aenora's, the other using Iceshard to clear a way.
Voltar noticed the large creature sailing in the air towards him, just before his first blow was made, Voltar vanished before the lizard and appeared a safe distance away.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not that keen on melee combat," Voltar said indignantly in rusty Akaviri, "I don't like blood on my robes."
Suddenly the gates exploded nearby him. A shard grazed his forehead, cutting it fairly deeply before Voltar managed to throw up a shield spell. It suddenly appeared that defensive measures needed to be taken.
"I'll leave you with something that'll be more than willing to face you," Voltar replied with a smile before summoning three Ogrim Titans. "Ta-ta!" he said before teleporting away.
Amrita
Before Amrita could unleash the shadow shard on the creature, it leaped away. Cursing she tossed it at a bandit that was charging at Rann. Instantly the bandit dropped his weapon, his hands clutching his head in agony before a dead, vacant look replaced it and the bandit flopped to the ground. She rushed to Rann's and Dalrus' side.
"We all need to get out of here. This district will be overrun very shortly." She said and she grabbed both their hands and began to lead them away.
Flogir
Flogir thought he was going to be doomed as the zombie began to claw and bite him. Suddenly the blows didn't hurt any longer. A spell had been cast upon him. Using what remaining energy he had, Flogir surged to his feet, knocking most of his attackers off the wall. Taking a quick look around, he found that the gates had been blasted apart and bandits and goblins were pouring in.
He rushed over to Aenora, clearing away the enemies around her. "Time to head to a different district, lass. We can't stop this many enemies like this. Follow me," he said as he began weaving his way through the battle field, one hand holding Aenora's, the other using Iceshard to clear a way.
Flint Ironwood, running for his life!
Flint looked over his shoulder. The Goblins were getting closer and the gates were still far away. Also, they were being closed as fast as the soldiers could. The Breton kept running while looking all around him, hoping he wouldn't trip over anything.
There, a dark shadow standing on top of a guardhouse. As he watched, the thing struck with spells at other running soldiers.
,,So that's the almighty Silhouette. Well, it's a long shot, but let's see how invulnerable he is against, a flying wagon?" Flint reasoned. He then poured every single scrap of Magicka he had left into the wagon he'd just passed. The wagon lift up into the air, its wheels spinning. Then, it soared at the cloaked being.
,,And now, run!" Flint struggled to run faster without looking at the result of his attack. He was almost at the gates now.
OOC: If that wagon kills or even scratches the Sil, I'm really going to be surprised.
Flint looked over his shoulder. The Goblins were getting closer and the gates were still far away. Also, they were being closed as fast as the soldiers could. The Breton kept running while looking all around him, hoping he wouldn't trip over anything.
There, a dark shadow standing on top of a guardhouse. As he watched, the thing struck with spells at other running soldiers.
,,So that's the almighty Silhouette. Well, it's a long shot, but let's see how invulnerable he is against, a flying wagon?" Flint reasoned. He then poured every single scrap of Magicka he had left into the wagon he'd just passed. The wagon lift up into the air, its wheels spinning. Then, it soared at the cloaked being.
,,And now, run!" Flint struggled to run faster without looking at the result of his attack. He was almost at the gates now.
OOC: If that wagon kills or even scratches the Sil, I'm really going to be surprised.
OCC: Since no one decided to use the teleporters to escape, they won't stick around.
Karn
He watched as the group scattered, making their own ways to the other districts. The Dunmer shook his head despite the dangerous situation. "Return to our family," Karn instructed the spellcasters around him. From the street, he noticed Issac and the grandaughter of Serene exit the Tiber Septim.
At this point they won't make it out on foot. While both were able to hold their own against the first few undead who came their way, Karn siezed both of them by the arms and all three vanished before the pillagers could take notice of them.
Karn
He watched as the group scattered, making their own ways to the other districts. The Dunmer shook his head despite the dangerous situation. "Return to our family," Karn instructed the spellcasters around him. From the street, he noticed Issac and the grandaughter of Serene exit the Tiber Septim.
At this point they won't make it out on foot. While both were able to hold their own against the first few undead who came their way, Karn siezed both of them by the arms and all three vanished before the pillagers could take notice of them.
The Silhouette, Battle
The Silhouette fired blasts of magic into crowds of soldiers and civilians who were retreating to the gates. Purple light would impact one person and they would explode, killing a few people around them. The Silhouette was taking his time, enjoying the moment.
Suddenly a wagon came flying towards him. He easily disintegrated the wagon into ash with a flick of his wrists but looked around to see who would dare try and hit him. He saw an older person running, he looked like a warrior, though slightly out of his prime. The Silhouette leapt off the guard house and landed on the ground noiselessly. He flicked his fingers whenever an enemy mage would try and hold off the oncoming goblins, and the mage would either fall over, dead with a blast of blue light, or just explode. He took out his sword and sliced through a soldier in his path. He leapt up unnaturally high and landed on another soldier who was crushed by his weight. He flipped his sword around inhumanly fast and sliced through four more people. Meanwhile he fired off spells into others.
He came upon the person who had thrown the wagon at him and smiled. "You thought your weak magic would touch me, the lord of the Möldairê?" he cackled in a very evil and harsh sounding rendition of Tamrielic. With that the Silhouette fired off a stunning spell, he wanted to play with his prey. The aqua stream of light hit Flint and he found his legs unable to work and fell over.
Dalrus, Battle
Dalrus let Amrita pull her and Rann along, wondering how she planned to get out. Dalrus could transport herself, but transporting wasn't her strong point and she doubted whether she would be able to take Rann and Amrita.
The Silhouette fired blasts of magic into crowds of soldiers and civilians who were retreating to the gates. Purple light would impact one person and they would explode, killing a few people around them. The Silhouette was taking his time, enjoying the moment.
Suddenly a wagon came flying towards him. He easily disintegrated the wagon into ash with a flick of his wrists but looked around to see who would dare try and hit him. He saw an older person running, he looked like a warrior, though slightly out of his prime. The Silhouette leapt off the guard house and landed on the ground noiselessly. He flicked his fingers whenever an enemy mage would try and hold off the oncoming goblins, and the mage would either fall over, dead with a blast of blue light, or just explode. He took out his sword and sliced through a soldier in his path. He leapt up unnaturally high and landed on another soldier who was crushed by his weight. He flipped his sword around inhumanly fast and sliced through four more people. Meanwhile he fired off spells into others.
He came upon the person who had thrown the wagon at him and smiled. "You thought your weak magic would touch me, the lord of the Möldairê?" he cackled in a very evil and harsh sounding rendition of Tamrielic. With that the Silhouette fired off a stunning spell, he wanted to play with his prey. The aqua stream of light hit Flint and he found his legs unable to work and fell over.
Dalrus, Battle
Dalrus let Amrita pull her and Rann along, wondering how she planned to get out. Dalrus could transport herself, but transporting wasn't her strong point and she doubted whether she would be able to take Rann and Amrita.
Rann
Rann pulled away from Amrita's grasp long enough to grab an iron longsword that happened to be lying beside a dead soldier. The balance of the thing was terrible, and he wasn't a fan of the straight edge, but it was sharp at the very least, and much better than his bow, which he put over his shoulder once more.
He was glad of his female companions' concern for him, but they obviously didn't know him very well yet if they expected him to just turn tail and run without a satisfactory number of zombie deaths.
He did keep up with them, but not nearly as quickly, as he stopped often to fight any goblin or undead that they happened to cross paths with, despite the biting pain in his chest.
Aerona
Aerona was glad that Flogir was pulling her along, because she knew that she wouldn't be nearly quick enough without his quickening pull. The only thing her legs seemed to be doing was keeping her upright.
"Which district?" she shouted over the sound of battle, "Shouldn't we all try to stick together instead of scattering?"
Rann pulled away from Amrita's grasp long enough to grab an iron longsword that happened to be lying beside a dead soldier. The balance of the thing was terrible, and he wasn't a fan of the straight edge, but it was sharp at the very least, and much better than his bow, which he put over his shoulder once more.
He was glad of his female companions' concern for him, but they obviously didn't know him very well yet if they expected him to just turn tail and run without a satisfactory number of zombie deaths.
He did keep up with them, but not nearly as quickly, as he stopped often to fight any goblin or undead that they happened to cross paths with, despite the biting pain in his chest.
Aerona
Aerona was glad that Flogir was pulling her along, because she knew that she wouldn't be nearly quick enough without his quickening pull. The only thing her legs seemed to be doing was keeping her upright.
"Which district?" she shouted over the sound of battle, "Shouldn't we all try to stick together instead of scattering?"
OCC: Crap, I just realized, both Rahvin and Brianna are still in the Tiber Septim..... I don't think they know how to teleport to any given plave on a moment's notice nor will either be..... erm, ready to fight off an unknown amount of evil/cruel hearted goblins, maruaders, bandits, or a certain cold-blooded extraterrestrial warrior.
Plys'Iea
The alien roared a defiant challenge against the ogrims. Crouching beneath the first one's punch, the Plya'Iea grabbed the ogrim's leg and pulled it out from under itself. The beast fell back with a heavy thud, and the alien warrior stabbed his staff into the giant demon before ripping it out with all his strength.
Blood flooded from the first ogrim and the other two moved in to crush the warrior who had porved himself capable of slaying them.
Issac
One moment he was surprised when someone grabbed his arm, the next, Issac found himself standing in the walkway of Green Emporer Way. He spun to find that the figure who had saved Satyana and himself was Karn.
Letting out a relieved breath, the Altmer sheathed his single katana. "Thank you, Karn." He never imagined he say all of those words together, but they were sincere. The assassin nodded before walking away from them.
Plys'Iea
The alien roared a defiant challenge against the ogrims. Crouching beneath the first one's punch, the Plya'Iea grabbed the ogrim's leg and pulled it out from under itself. The beast fell back with a heavy thud, and the alien warrior stabbed his staff into the giant demon before ripping it out with all his strength.
Blood flooded from the first ogrim and the other two moved in to crush the warrior who had porved himself capable of slaying them.
Issac
One moment he was surprised when someone grabbed his arm, the next, Issac found himself standing in the walkway of Green Emporer Way. He spun to find that the figure who had saved Satyana and himself was Karn.
Letting out a relieved breath, the Altmer sheathed his single katana. "Thank you, Karn." He never imagined he say all of those words together, but they were sincere. The assassin nodded before walking away from them.
OOC: You know I left three Ogrim Titans for the plys'iea to deal with, Voltar's overall specialty is conjuration if anyone needed a reminder on that.
Amrita
"Do you want them to overrun us, Rann?" Amrita shouted at Rann as they pressed on towards The Green Emperor Way. "I would gladly stand beside you and kill zombies but not when we're outnumbered by thousands!"
What they needed was a way to get to the Green Emperor Way more quickly. The time of day was late afternoon, so there were plenty of long, shadows for unseen travel. She regripped Rann's hand tightly.
"I know a way for all of us to get out of here unseen, unless they're smart enough to use a detect life spell. Even with that it'd be hard to pick us out though. You need to hang on to me though, my powers only work when I have physical contact with you," she instructed the two.
Flogir
Flogir had been travelling blindly so far when Aerona shouted her question. Flogir did not slow down though.
"Well if we get to the Green Emperor Way, we basically have access to all the other districts, though that might mean we have to jump a wall to get into certain ones..." he shouted back to her.
"Think you got enough juice for a restore fatigue spell? I'm gonna need the energy to get there," he said through laboured breathing.
Amrita
"Do you want them to overrun us, Rann?" Amrita shouted at Rann as they pressed on towards The Green Emperor Way. "I would gladly stand beside you and kill zombies but not when we're outnumbered by thousands!"
What they needed was a way to get to the Green Emperor Way more quickly. The time of day was late afternoon, so there were plenty of long, shadows for unseen travel. She regripped Rann's hand tightly.
"I know a way for all of us to get out of here unseen, unless they're smart enough to use a detect life spell. Even with that it'd be hard to pick us out though. You need to hang on to me though, my powers only work when I have physical contact with you," she instructed the two.
Flogir
Flogir had been travelling blindly so far when Aerona shouted her question. Flogir did not slow down though.
"Well if we get to the Green Emperor Way, we basically have access to all the other districts, though that might mean we have to jump a wall to get into certain ones..." he shouted back to her.
"Think you got enough juice for a restore fatigue spell? I'm gonna need the energy to get there," he said through laboured breathing.
Rann
Rann lopped the head off of one last zombie before finally agreeing with his sister. He leaned on Amrita's shoulder, and it wasn't obvious if he was fatigued, trying to act nonchalant, or a strange mixture of both.
"So what're these powers of yours?"
Aerona
"I'll do one better," she responded, between heavy breaths casting a powerful spell that both rejuvenated and fortified strength and endurance. Neglecting to cast anything on herself though, she was still being dragged along by the stronger and faster Flogir. She just gripped his hand tighter and kept running.
Rann lopped the head off of one last zombie before finally agreeing with his sister. He leaned on Amrita's shoulder, and it wasn't obvious if he was fatigued, trying to act nonchalant, or a strange mixture of both.
"So what're these powers of yours?"
Aerona
"I'll do one better," she responded, between heavy breaths casting a powerful spell that both rejuvenated and fortified strength and endurance. Neglecting to cast anything on herself though, she was still being dragged along by the stronger and faster Flogir. She just gripped his hand tighter and kept running.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Aug 15 2007, 11:45 PM) 
Rann
Rann lopped the head off of one last zombie before finally agreeing with his sister. He leaned on Amrita's shoulder, and it wasn't obvious if he was fatigued, trying to act nonchalant, or a strange mixture of both.
"So what're these powers of yours?"
Aerona
"I'll do one better," she responded, between heavy breaths casting a powerful spell that both rejuvenated and fortified strength and endurance. Neglecting to cast anything on herself though, she was still being dragged along by the stronger and faster Flogir. She just gripped his hand tighter and kept running.
Amrita
"Well I have a natural affinity with stealth. So natural in fact that I can actually merge with the shadows and travel freely through them. The only sound that can be heard is our voices or if we physically bump into something. It'll completely mask our footsteps though. We can basically waltz out of this war zone if we're careful about it. So how 'bout it?"
Flogir
Flogir felt the surge of strength and endurance which allowed him to clear away the bandits and undead around him easily. "Time to get going!" he shouted as he got his bearings and ran quickly to the Green Emperor Way. All the while he maintained a tight grip on Aerona's hand. He would not let her go unless he was taken down by his enemies first.
As he got closer to the gates protecting the Green Emperor Way, he noticed that Astratus' men had begun to setup defensive measures as bowmen began to keep the enemy at bay. They still had a distance to go, he would have to make sure he stayed away from the bow fire though.
Rann
"When I asked you what your powers were, I wanted you to show me, not give me a speech about it," he answered with a playful grin.
Aerona
Aerona closed her eyes as the arrows whizzed by; she wasn't used to such high-adrenalin situations, and the thought of another shield spell never crossed her mind.
One arrow came so close to her that she felt its wind on her cheek, and she almost tripped on another that had pierced the ground just in front of her foot. These close calls frightened her even more, and she resisted the urge to utter a prayer; an abomination's plea would likely bring more harm than help.
"When I asked you what your powers were, I wanted you to show me, not give me a speech about it," he answered with a playful grin.
Aerona
Aerona closed her eyes as the arrows whizzed by; she wasn't used to such high-adrenalin situations, and the thought of another shield spell never crossed her mind.
One arrow came so close to her that she felt its wind on her cheek, and she almost tripped on another that had pierced the ground just in front of her foot. These close calls frightened her even more, and she resisted the urge to utter a prayer; an abomination's plea would likely bring more harm than help.
Amrita
Amrita grinned. "Fine, I warn you now though, you might feel a little cold at first." Which that she led the group into an alleyway where to anyone but them, they appeared to simply vanish.
She hadn't brought many people into the shadows before so hopefully they would overcome the akwardness the floating feeling was plus the fact that everything had turned into shades of gray. She felt secure enough to talk to them at a decent vocal level given the din of the battle going on around them.
"Just let me lead you guys and we should get through with no problem."
With that, she led them to the Green Emperor Way, staying well enough away from where the archers were shooting.
Flogir
Flogir roar back at Astratus' men. "I'm an ally! Shoot behind us!" he bellowing, Nordish anger seeping through as an arrow grazed his cheek. He was now jumping over the corpses of the undead, he hoped he wasn't pulling on Aerona's arm too roughly. He figured he'd apologize once they get to safety.
Amrita grinned. "Fine, I warn you now though, you might feel a little cold at first." Which that she led the group into an alleyway where to anyone but them, they appeared to simply vanish.
She hadn't brought many people into the shadows before so hopefully they would overcome the akwardness the floating feeling was plus the fact that everything had turned into shades of gray. She felt secure enough to talk to them at a decent vocal level given the din of the battle going on around them.
"Just let me lead you guys and we should get through with no problem."
With that, she led them to the Green Emperor Way, staying well enough away from where the archers were shooting.
Flogir
Flogir roar back at Astratus' men. "I'm an ally! Shoot behind us!" he bellowing, Nordish anger seeping through as an arrow grazed his cheek. He was now jumping over the corpses of the undead, he hoped he wasn't pulling on Aerona's arm too roughly. He figured he'd apologize once they get to safety.
Flint Ironwood, in serious trouble.
His legs buckled and he fell.
,,Nope, didn't think that at all." Flint felt obliged to reply to the Silhouette.
,,I really should've saved some Magicka for a jump." He thought to himself. With a loud clank, the gate fell closed. Flint resigned himself to his feet and drew his katanas. But his hands gripped only air. It was then that he remembered he'd thrown them up into the air during his fight with the Nord.
,,Crap, forgot to catch them. Man, I've really gotten old."
With the Silhouette towering over him, the Breton felt fear. His mind raced for a solution, finding none.
,,Magicka's out, legs ruined, Dragon Skin still recovering, swords missing. This would be a good time for several million Legionnaires to charge, along with all the Daedric Princes and Divines."
His legs buckled and he fell.
,,Nope, didn't think that at all." Flint felt obliged to reply to the Silhouette.
,,I really should've saved some Magicka for a jump." He thought to himself. With a loud clank, the gate fell closed. Flint resigned himself to his feet and drew his katanas. But his hands gripped only air. It was then that he remembered he'd thrown them up into the air during his fight with the Nord.
,,Crap, forgot to catch them. Man, I've really gotten old."
With the Silhouette towering over him, the Breton felt fear. His mind raced for a solution, finding none.
,,Magicka's out, legs ruined, Dragon Skin still recovering, swords missing. This would be a good time for several million Legionnaires to charge, along with all the Daedric Princes and Divines."
The Silhouette, Battle
The Silhouette stood over his prey, taking in all he saw. He felt his fear, tasted it, enjoyed the pain his victim would feel. He would not kill this one right away, no, he would make him wish he had not tried to do magic against him. Make him wish he had heeded the Silhouette's call and join, like all those he was going to kill.
"Nahel Dur" he said quickly. Flint was lifted into the air and suddenly his limps were being pulled in opposite directions, he was being quartered by magic. The Silhouette worked slowly, so the pain would be immense. He smiled under his cloak. The battle raged around them, none dared come near the Silhouette, friend or foe.
The goblins and bandits had taken the whole place, screams were not as common as most of the inhabitants had either left, or been slaughtered. Bandits ran through the streets carrying trinkits and other goods, as goblins pulled down statues and other images of their long time oppressors. Thousands swarmed a large statue of Tiber Septim and begand beating it with clubs as many others attached ropes to it and pulled it down. Beat it into dust and then moved onto many other statues.
Suddenly one of the Silhouette's mages came out of the mass and he came more into view. It was the former arch mage. He cam up and blasted fire at the Silhouette, the spell was broken on him. The Silhouette let go of the spell on flint quickly, but his legs snapped, not off but broken completely. The Silhouette turned and fired off his own blast of magic at the arch mage. The arch mage blocked it, but it was obvious his magic wasn't nearly as powerful and the shield was destroyed as well. The Silhouette was playing with him, letting him fire off his magic while he easily outmatched it. Suddenly another mage came and jumped towards flint, The Silhouette did not try and stop him, as the two transported away.
"I suppose you want to join your friend" said the Silhouette sarcastically. The arch mage spat towards him and teleported.
Dalrus, Heading towards Green Emperor Way
Dalrus was very greatful that Amrita was here, she did not want to abandon them with teleporting, but she also wanted to get out of there, it was a lost cause fighting in the plaza.
"Thank you for this, Amrita," she said quietly, making sure it wasn't loud enough for some goblin to here. Only one gate remained open, and many knights from Bruma were holding it from the goblins, who did not feel like forcing through the rest of the city just yet and usually left upon seeing it guarded. Soon, however, they would try and the Bruman knights were planning on closing it.
The Silhouette stood over his prey, taking in all he saw. He felt his fear, tasted it, enjoyed the pain his victim would feel. He would not kill this one right away, no, he would make him wish he had not tried to do magic against him. Make him wish he had heeded the Silhouette's call and join, like all those he was going to kill.
"Nahel Dur" he said quickly. Flint was lifted into the air and suddenly his limps were being pulled in opposite directions, he was being quartered by magic. The Silhouette worked slowly, so the pain would be immense. He smiled under his cloak. The battle raged around them, none dared come near the Silhouette, friend or foe.
The goblins and bandits had taken the whole place, screams were not as common as most of the inhabitants had either left, or been slaughtered. Bandits ran through the streets carrying trinkits and other goods, as goblins pulled down statues and other images of their long time oppressors. Thousands swarmed a large statue of Tiber Septim and begand beating it with clubs as many others attached ropes to it and pulled it down. Beat it into dust and then moved onto many other statues.
Suddenly one of the Silhouette's mages came out of the mass and he came more into view. It was the former arch mage. He cam up and blasted fire at the Silhouette, the spell was broken on him. The Silhouette let go of the spell on flint quickly, but his legs snapped, not off but broken completely. The Silhouette turned and fired off his own blast of magic at the arch mage. The arch mage blocked it, but it was obvious his magic wasn't nearly as powerful and the shield was destroyed as well. The Silhouette was playing with him, letting him fire off his magic while he easily outmatched it. Suddenly another mage came and jumped towards flint, The Silhouette did not try and stop him, as the two transported away.
"I suppose you want to join your friend" said the Silhouette sarcastically. The arch mage spat towards him and teleported.
Dalrus, Heading towards Green Emperor Way
Dalrus was very greatful that Amrita was here, she did not want to abandon them with teleporting, but she also wanted to get out of there, it was a lost cause fighting in the plaza.
"Thank you for this, Amrita," she said quietly, making sure it wasn't loud enough for some goblin to here. Only one gate remained open, and many knights from Bruma were holding it from the goblins, who did not feel like forcing through the rest of the city just yet and usually left upon seeing it guarded. Soon, however, they would try and the Bruman knights were planning on closing it.
Flint Ironwood.
The pain was too much and when the darkness came over his eyes, he was almost glad.
,,So this was life. Hmm, could've gone better."
OOC: I don't know who saved him and all, so he'll just take a nap for now.
The pain was too much and when the darkness came over his eyes, he was almost glad.
,,So this was life. Hmm, could've gone better."
OOC: I don't know who saved him and all, so he'll just take a nap for now.
OOC: Sorry for the pause, missed alot... here we go, TWIST!
Mannimarco
Just as Ian shot the fire at the Gem, Mannimarco triggered the skull of Reman Cyrodil. Blue lighting cracked down and an Avatar of Reman Cyrodil appeared. Mannimarco felt utterly unstoppable as energy cackled through his veins and pulsated in his heart. He laughed maniacally, then felt the fire on the gem, and snapped it back into his hands with the recall spell. Mannimarco began to stroke the Gem as power flooded into his body. He teleported into the city by using the sight of his undead, and then discovered the eyeless mer.
Patholos
Suddenly, a bleak darkness appeared in front of him, and Patholos knew who it was. It was the King of Worms, and he approached Patholos. Without a word, Mannimarco placed his hand over Patholos's eyes, and said, "Sithis, bring your essence to me, through this slave and servant, grant me the power of the Void!" Patholos felt his empty sockets catch fire, and felt new eyes grow in. The blood that poured from his eyes collected in a pool around his feet, and a human like shape formed.
A dark yet familiar called to Patholos, "Darkness calls, my son, why did you leave me?"
Mannimarco
Casting the weak mer aside, Mannimarco questioned the Avatar of Sithis, "What is the cost of the power of the Void? What does it cost to negate this primal magic?" Mannimarco tensed, and grabbed the Black Soul Gem and held it fast. He knew the Silhouette was aware of him now...
The Avatar of Sithis
"The cost is simple, I destroy the primal magic cast upon you," The Avatar waited, for he already knew what he wanted from the Necromancer lord. "In return, you give me one thing, the bodies of the Heirs you tracked earlier."
Mannimarco
Mannimarco gasped, and nodded, saying, "It shall be so, Sithis, destroy this magic!" And the Avatar of Sithis destroyed the Silhouette's magic tie, but then the Avatar said, "They must not leave Nirm, by any means, you must keep them here until my followers are reformed and well enough to take over. Any failure means death." Mannimarco nodded, then the Avatar disappated, leaving Mannimarco alone in the abandoned part of the city, with a Black Soul Gem, his staff, and an unconcious mer.
Mannimarco said to the Soul Gem, knowing that Kirana could not hear him, "Girl, soon you shall be alive again. This new power will give me the strength to make you better than you once were. Together, we shall rule the mortals as gods!" He wispered softly again, "We shall rule as gods..."
OOC: had to catch up, planing on having Mannimarco engage the dead vs. Silhouette vs. Imperial City. Fatal three way. Patholos left unconcious for the moment, and a little case of reverse Stockholme's syndrome on Mannimarco, making Kirana a "prized possesion for Ian to steal" kinda thing.
Mannimarco
Just as Ian shot the fire at the Gem, Mannimarco triggered the skull of Reman Cyrodil. Blue lighting cracked down and an Avatar of Reman Cyrodil appeared. Mannimarco felt utterly unstoppable as energy cackled through his veins and pulsated in his heart. He laughed maniacally, then felt the fire on the gem, and snapped it back into his hands with the recall spell. Mannimarco began to stroke the Gem as power flooded into his body. He teleported into the city by using the sight of his undead, and then discovered the eyeless mer.
Patholos
Suddenly, a bleak darkness appeared in front of him, and Patholos knew who it was. It was the King of Worms, and he approached Patholos. Without a word, Mannimarco placed his hand over Patholos's eyes, and said, "Sithis, bring your essence to me, through this slave and servant, grant me the power of the Void!" Patholos felt his empty sockets catch fire, and felt new eyes grow in. The blood that poured from his eyes collected in a pool around his feet, and a human like shape formed.
A dark yet familiar called to Patholos, "Darkness calls, my son, why did you leave me?"
Mannimarco
Casting the weak mer aside, Mannimarco questioned the Avatar of Sithis, "What is the cost of the power of the Void? What does it cost to negate this primal magic?" Mannimarco tensed, and grabbed the Black Soul Gem and held it fast. He knew the Silhouette was aware of him now...
The Avatar of Sithis
"The cost is simple, I destroy the primal magic cast upon you," The Avatar waited, for he already knew what he wanted from the Necromancer lord. "In return, you give me one thing, the bodies of the Heirs you tracked earlier."
Mannimarco
Mannimarco gasped, and nodded, saying, "It shall be so, Sithis, destroy this magic!" And the Avatar of Sithis destroyed the Silhouette's magic tie, but then the Avatar said, "They must not leave Nirm, by any means, you must keep them here until my followers are reformed and well enough to take over. Any failure means death." Mannimarco nodded, then the Avatar disappated, leaving Mannimarco alone in the abandoned part of the city, with a Black Soul Gem, his staff, and an unconcious mer.
Mannimarco said to the Soul Gem, knowing that Kirana could not hear him, "Girl, soon you shall be alive again. This new power will give me the strength to make you better than you once were. Together, we shall rule the mortals as gods!" He wispered softly again, "We shall rule as gods..."
OOC: had to catch up, planing on having Mannimarco engage the dead vs. Silhouette vs. Imperial City. Fatal three way. Patholos left unconcious for the moment, and a little case of reverse Stockholme's syndrome on Mannimarco, making Kirana a "prized possesion for Ian to steal" kinda thing.
OCC: Karn can feel the pain of his brother, so he'll also make his way toward Patholos' location. I'm purposely skipping the battle between the alien and the two Ogrims.
Ian
His outrage returned a hundredfold when Kirana's soul gem vanished. Ian felt a surge of dark power as the essense of Reman Cyrodiil was bent to Mannimarco's will. Without thinking, the vampire stalked back toward the city, his other wrist blade flaming as brilliantly as the one on his right.
From his location in the Imperial City, Ian couldn't tell that the Silhoutte had taken Talos Plaza. Following the source of dark magicka, and his link to Kirana, the vampire closed in on the alleyway.
Plys'Iea
Standing over the vanishing corpses of the three Deadra, the alien took several deep breaths, the Ogrim's dim-witted nature had just as much played a role in their defeat as the alien's skill and ferocity. Retrieving his staff, the warrior scanned the plaza, the chaos the goblins and sentient raiders wrought as they did as they pleased with their new control over Talos Plaza.
Striding towards the center of the area, the alien studied a statue of an odd winged reptilian creature. He cocked his head, unable to present as reason as to his reverance toward this particular piece of Imperial artistry.
As a group of goblins approached with ropes and cudgels, his stepped in front of them and screeched inches away from the leader's repulsive green face. His staff came down hard upon the pavement, and he hissed. "Unless you wish to be mangled beyond recognition, you will be on your way!"
It might have been the Akaviri words, though the Plys'Iea doubted it, maybe the shriek, or the threatening display altogether, but the goblins backed off regardless. Swiveling his head, he gazed at the statue of the dragon god Akatosh, feeling oddly protective of the sculpture.
After embedding his staff into the stone monument around the statue, the warrior sat down and stared distantly. Oblivious to the actions of the army around him, so the only thing that warned him of the goblin band's approach was the motion they created.
Turning his head to regard them, he was relatively surprised to find them offering a dead horse. He stared quizically at the smaller creatures, but then remembered how he'd thrown a group, which he assumed was this very band, his remaining meal recently.
Nodding and waving them off, the large alien ducked his arrowshaped head into the flesh of the carcass. His fangs tearing chunks of meat out when his powerful neck withdred his head from it to chew and swallow.
Ian
His outrage returned a hundredfold when Kirana's soul gem vanished. Ian felt a surge of dark power as the essense of Reman Cyrodiil was bent to Mannimarco's will. Without thinking, the vampire stalked back toward the city, his other wrist blade flaming as brilliantly as the one on his right.
From his location in the Imperial City, Ian couldn't tell that the Silhoutte had taken Talos Plaza. Following the source of dark magicka, and his link to Kirana, the vampire closed in on the alleyway.
Plys'Iea
Standing over the vanishing corpses of the three Deadra, the alien took several deep breaths, the Ogrim's dim-witted nature had just as much played a role in their defeat as the alien's skill and ferocity. Retrieving his staff, the warrior scanned the plaza, the chaos the goblins and sentient raiders wrought as they did as they pleased with their new control over Talos Plaza.
Striding towards the center of the area, the alien studied a statue of an odd winged reptilian creature. He cocked his head, unable to present as reason as to his reverance toward this particular piece of Imperial artistry.
As a group of goblins approached with ropes and cudgels, his stepped in front of them and screeched inches away from the leader's repulsive green face. His staff came down hard upon the pavement, and he hissed. "Unless you wish to be mangled beyond recognition, you will be on your way!"
It might have been the Akaviri words, though the Plys'Iea doubted it, maybe the shriek, or the threatening display altogether, but the goblins backed off regardless. Swiveling his head, he gazed at the statue of the dragon god Akatosh, feeling oddly protective of the sculpture.
After embedding his staff into the stone monument around the statue, the warrior sat down and stared distantly. Oblivious to the actions of the army around him, so the only thing that warned him of the goblin band's approach was the motion they created.
Turning his head to regard them, he was relatively surprised to find them offering a dead horse. He stared quizically at the smaller creatures, but then remembered how he'd thrown a group, which he assumed was this very band, his remaining meal recently.
Nodding and waving them off, the large alien ducked his arrowshaped head into the flesh of the carcass. His fangs tearing chunks of meat out when his powerful neck withdred his head from it to chew and swallow.
Amrita
Amrita noticed that the Brumans were attempting to close off the area, so as she rounded the corner, she released herself from the shadows so that they could see them.
"We're allies! Let us in," she shouted at them as she hurried over to them. The Bruma soldiers waved them over urgently to make sure they got in safely.
Once through, Amrita slowed down and finally released her grip on Rann and Dalrus. "Well that was fun," she said in between deep breaths.
Flogir
Flogir felt Aerona's spell was beginning to waver just as he passed the Brumans guarding the Green Emperor Way gates. Once on the other side it finally gave out and Flogir released the vampire before collapsing to the ground, panting in exhaustion.
"Thank you, lass. I don't think we would've made it without that spell of yours," he said weakly.
Voltar
Voltar reappeared in the Green Emperor Way, a quizzical look on his face. He wasn't very happy about the current situation but it result in some intriguing discoveries. One was that unique creature. For all it's display of ferocity and brutish strength, it did appear to have intelligence since it made sure that the gates stayed open. It did appear to have limited experience with magic though, and perhaps in the future that aspect could be exploited.
Voltar noticed that many of the others had finally reached safety at this point so he made his way over to them.
Amrita noticed that the Brumans were attempting to close off the area, so as she rounded the corner, she released herself from the shadows so that they could see them.
"We're allies! Let us in," she shouted at them as she hurried over to them. The Bruma soldiers waved them over urgently to make sure they got in safely.
Once through, Amrita slowed down and finally released her grip on Rann and Dalrus. "Well that was fun," she said in between deep breaths.
Flogir
Flogir felt Aerona's spell was beginning to waver just as he passed the Brumans guarding the Green Emperor Way gates. Once on the other side it finally gave out and Flogir released the vampire before collapsing to the ground, panting in exhaustion.
"Thank you, lass. I don't think we would've made it without that spell of yours," he said weakly.
Voltar
Voltar reappeared in the Green Emperor Way, a quizzical look on his face. He wasn't very happy about the current situation but it result in some intriguing discoveries. One was that unique creature. For all it's display of ferocity and brutish strength, it did appear to have intelligence since it made sure that the gates stayed open. It did appear to have limited experience with magic though, and perhaps in the future that aspect could be exploited.
Voltar noticed that many of the others had finally reached safety at this point so he made his way over to them.
Mannimarco
Mannimarco felt the vampire approach his area, and realized that it would be flight or fight. There was no third option. Mannimarco loathed running, but he did not want to fight the vampire just yet. He sent a booming message across the telepathic channel, sending it to every corner of the city and across the Lake.
The message was as thus:
"The King of Worms no longer serves the Silhouette! The King has decided that the dead are in no interest to the Silhouette, who is hell bent on destruction! The King offers eternal life, no pain, no suffering, no hunger, and all he asks in return is for your humble acception of his rule. The dead now fight the Silhouette!"
With that, Mannimarco sent Prater a message, telling him to use the undead to attack the Silhouette's camp.
Mannimarco smiled, and descended in what appeared to be black water. He saw the image of the vampire stalking towards the area, and Mannimarco yelled, halfway through his dark portal, "Vampire! It seems we fight the same man now, you and I, I apologize for the discourtesy I paid the girl, she deserved much better!" Now, almost completely under the black water that had formed on the pavement, he yelled, "We will settle this soon, Treachery is so sweet!"
OOC: DEAD VS. SILHOUETTE VS. IMPERIAL CITY + MA, what is going to happen next?
Mannimarco felt the vampire approach his area, and realized that it would be flight or fight. There was no third option. Mannimarco loathed running, but he did not want to fight the vampire just yet. He sent a booming message across the telepathic channel, sending it to every corner of the city and across the Lake.
The message was as thus:
"The King of Worms no longer serves the Silhouette! The King has decided that the dead are in no interest to the Silhouette, who is hell bent on destruction! The King offers eternal life, no pain, no suffering, no hunger, and all he asks in return is for your humble acception of his rule. The dead now fight the Silhouette!"
With that, Mannimarco sent Prater a message, telling him to use the undead to attack the Silhouette's camp.
Mannimarco smiled, and descended in what appeared to be black water. He saw the image of the vampire stalking towards the area, and Mannimarco yelled, halfway through his dark portal, "Vampire! It seems we fight the same man now, you and I, I apologize for the discourtesy I paid the girl, she deserved much better!" Now, almost completely under the black water that had formed on the pavement, he yelled, "We will settle this soon, Treachery is so sweet!"
OOC: DEAD VS. SILHOUETTE VS. IMPERIAL CITY + MA, what is going to happen next?
Dalrus, Green Emperor Way
"Thank you so much, Amrita, I didn't want to abandon you, and couldn't transport all three of us." she said with immense gratitude. "But I can't believe what has happened, the city has been breached, and we don't have enough men to hold all the wall ways." she said worriedly. Then she heard the telepathic message that Mannimarco sent. She scowled, he was the next worst thing to the Silhouette, and she would sooner kill him than accept his help.
The gates to the plaza were now closed off, next the main gate, it was the largest gate and unless the Silhouette did the spell again, they were safer here than anywhere else. The dunmer soldiers were holding the different sections of the city, while the Bruma knights and imperial guardsmen held the Green Emperor way. It was full of soldiers, running to and fro to different points. The tumult of the goblins and bandits could be heard from the other side, strangly distant, but still very real. Other sections of the city held a less loud but still desperate din, as the defenders and inhabitants poured into the different sections.
The Silhouette, Talos Plaza
The Silhouette heard Mannimarco's message and smiled, at least he would rid himself of another person who thought he could challenge him. The only servant he even liked was the lizard, he felt a connection with him. Crowds of people ran towards the still open gates to the elven garden. Anoz, a werewolf servent of his, ran in panic, pretending to be one of the normal humans. Suddenly he saw a large man waddling away. He couldn't help it and his skin began to turn into fur. He sliced his claws through two women in his way and bounded towards the man, trampling a teen running with a bag of his possessions.
He sprang and landed on the man, ripping into him with his teeth. Five arrows shot into Anoz and he fell over, blood covering his face. Seeing their leader gone, five more were wolves appeared and started to rip apart the crowd. Terror was in the people's face.
Eurod, Helping the escapees
Eurod suddenly ran up to the crowd, his sword drawn. He sliced his silver blade through the neck of a werewolf, blood spilling out. He wipped it around and came down on the head of another. One jumped towards him and ran into his blade. The final one jumped on top of him and bit him, only until his snout was cut off by Eurod's blade. He stood up, the warm feeling of blood down his armor, a werewolf bite...this was not good.
The Silhouette, Talos Plaza
"Warrior (plys'iea)!" he called in the crowd. "I have need of your...services" he said slyly, he knew his warrior wanted this before, and he would give him this mission.
"Thank you so much, Amrita, I didn't want to abandon you, and couldn't transport all three of us." she said with immense gratitude. "But I can't believe what has happened, the city has been breached, and we don't have enough men to hold all the wall ways." she said worriedly. Then she heard the telepathic message that Mannimarco sent. She scowled, he was the next worst thing to the Silhouette, and she would sooner kill him than accept his help.
The gates to the plaza were now closed off, next the main gate, it was the largest gate and unless the Silhouette did the spell again, they were safer here than anywhere else. The dunmer soldiers were holding the different sections of the city, while the Bruma knights and imperial guardsmen held the Green Emperor way. It was full of soldiers, running to and fro to different points. The tumult of the goblins and bandits could be heard from the other side, strangly distant, but still very real. Other sections of the city held a less loud but still desperate din, as the defenders and inhabitants poured into the different sections.
The Silhouette, Talos Plaza
The Silhouette heard Mannimarco's message and smiled, at least he would rid himself of another person who thought he could challenge him. The only servant he even liked was the lizard, he felt a connection with him. Crowds of people ran towards the still open gates to the elven garden. Anoz, a werewolf servent of his, ran in panic, pretending to be one of the normal humans. Suddenly he saw a large man waddling away. He couldn't help it and his skin began to turn into fur. He sliced his claws through two women in his way and bounded towards the man, trampling a teen running with a bag of his possessions.
He sprang and landed on the man, ripping into him with his teeth. Five arrows shot into Anoz and he fell over, blood covering his face. Seeing their leader gone, five more were wolves appeared and started to rip apart the crowd. Terror was in the people's face.
Eurod, Helping the escapees
Eurod suddenly ran up to the crowd, his sword drawn. He sliced his silver blade through the neck of a werewolf, blood spilling out. He wipped it around and came down on the head of another. One jumped towards him and ran into his blade. The final one jumped on top of him and bit him, only until his snout was cut off by Eurod's blade. He stood up, the warm feeling of blood down his armor, a werewolf bite...this was not good.
The Silhouette, Talos Plaza
"Warrior (plys'iea)!" he called in the crowd. "I have need of your...services" he said slyly, he knew his warrior wanted this before, and he would give him this mission.
Plys'Iea
Most of the horse's main body was now torn off, a piece of its meat hung from the alien's jaws when the Silhoutte called to him. Expertly swinging the hanging food upward and into his jaws he rose and collected his staff.
Before leaving, he nodded to the goblins, giving them rights to the remains. The warrior felt certain they wouldn't wished to get out of his good graces just to destroy one sculpture. His long tongue flicked out of his mouth to wipe the horse's blood from his snout.
Moving through the street, the alien went down on one knee and looked up slightly as fas as was necessary to look the Silhoutte in the eye. He allowed for the Silhoutte to speak first.
The Silhouette, Talos Plaza
The Silhouette was happy to see that his warrior allowed him to speak first, not that he would punish him for it, but it was a sign that they still respected each other.
"I, the Silhouette, lord of the race of which I am alone, was wrong about one of my servants. He has gone wrong and I need someone to correct him, not that I would not be able to, however, I believe you have the right to since you wanted to in the first place," he hissed evily. "The necromancer slime whom I told you not to harm has turned out to be a dud, necromancy has no honor in it, I should have seen that" he lied, it wasn't the honor that bothered him, it was just annoying to have people live when they deserved death. "I would like you to kill him, I will give you all the werewolves in my charge, they should be able to keep up with you easier than any, save the Tsaeci." he called for the werewolves without a word.
The Silhouette was happy to see that his warrior allowed him to speak first, not that he would punish him for it, but it was a sign that they still respected each other.
"I, the Silhouette, lord of the race of which I am alone, was wrong about one of my servants. He has gone wrong and I need someone to correct him, not that I would not be able to, however, I believe you have the right to since you wanted to in the first place," he hissed evily. "The necromancer slime whom I told you not to harm has turned out to be a dud, necromancy has no honor in it, I should have seen that" he lied, it wasn't the honor that bothered him, it was just annoying to have people live when they deserved death. "I would like you to kill him, I will give you all the werewolves in my charge, they should be able to keep up with you easier than any, save the Tsaeci." he called for the werewolves without a word.
OCC: I'll wait until POS posts the KOW in a location before the hunt begins.
Plys'Iea
He nodded, "It shall be done." He glanced at the werewolves before they all left their leader's presense. The rabble that made the majority of the army earnestly made way as the group of large, intimidating creatures marched through.
Ian
Ian arrived soon enough to see Mannimarco sink into the pavement. Oddly enough, his first reaction was not to explode in incoherant fury, well more so than he had been after Kirana's gem had been taken. Instead the anger vanished, and the vampie felt a cool calm soak into his mind.
He would have his chance, it was inevitable, there was all the time in existance at his disposal. Ian became relieved when the ancient, agressive persona within him was overuled by reason and clarity. We need to make some plans....
As he thought those words, Karn entered the alley, accompanied by two others, another assassin and a healer.
Plys'Iea
He nodded, "It shall be done." He glanced at the werewolves before they all left their leader's presense. The rabble that made the majority of the army earnestly made way as the group of large, intimidating creatures marched through.
Ian
Ian arrived soon enough to see Mannimarco sink into the pavement. Oddly enough, his first reaction was not to explode in incoherant fury, well more so than he had been after Kirana's gem had been taken. Instead the anger vanished, and the vampie felt a cool calm soak into his mind.
He would have his chance, it was inevitable, there was all the time in existance at his disposal. Ian became relieved when the ancient, agressive persona within him was overuled by reason and clarity. We need to make some plans....
As he thought those words, Karn entered the alley, accompanied by two others, another assassin and a healer.
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Aug 17 2007, 01:46 PM)
Amrita
Amrita noticed that the Brumans were attempting to close off the area, so as she rounded the corner, she released herself from the shadows so that they could see them.
"We're allies! Let us in," she shouted at them as she hurried over to them. The Bruma soldiers waved them over urgently to make sure they got in safely.
Once through, Amrita slowed down and finally released her grip on Rann and Dalrus. "Well that was fun," she said in between deep breaths.
Flogir
Flogir felt Aerona's spell was beginning to waver just as he passed the Brumans guarding the Green Emperor Way gates. Once on the other side it finally gave out and Flogir released the vampire before collapsing to the ground, panting in exhaustion.
"Thank you, lass. I don't think we would've made it without that spell of yours," he said weakly.
Aerona
"And I don't think I could've made it without your grip," she answered, as she tried to rub the feeling back into her hand.
"So what now?" she asked, "Is the army going to try to hold here?"
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ Aug 17 2007, 04:21 PM)
Dalrus, Green Emperor Way
"Thank you so much, Amrita, I didn't want to abandon you, and couldn't transport all three of us." she said with immense gratitude. "But I can't believe what has happened, the city has been breached, and we don't have enough men to hold all the wall ways." she said worriedly. Then she heard the telepathic message that Mannimarco sent. She scowled, he was the next worst thing to the Silhouette, and she would sooner kill him than accept his help.
The gates to the plaza were now closed off, next the main gate, it was the largest gate and unless the Silhouette did the spell again, they were safer here than anywhere else. The dunmer soldiers were holding the different sections of the city, while the Bruma knights and imperial guardsmen held the Green Emperor way. It was full of soldiers, running to and fro to different points. The tumult of the goblins and bandits could be heard from the other side, strangly distant, but still very real. Other sections of the city held a less loud but still desperate din, as the defenders and inhabitants poured into the different sections.
Rann
Rann leaned against the nearest wall, fearing that sitting down would be more painful. Wanting to brighten the mood, Rann decided to be positive, "We can always retreat to the White Gold Tower."
Since it was a possible, no, probable reality, Rann hadn't achieved the desired morale boost.
Issac
Moving toward the gates that separated Talos Plaza from Green Emporer Way, Issac kept a sharp eye out for anything. The sudden loss of Talos Plaza had woken him up rather surely, he was determined to make up for the mistakes, his own and otherwise.
From the elevated foundation of White Gold Tower, Issac spotted Dalrus, Rann, and Amrita near the securely closed gates. Satyana also noticed her brother and the others, together they noticed that Rann was afflicted by something painful.
"We should to help him," the Altmer pointed out, whether his companion needed the coaxing or not he didn't know, but by now it was second nature for him to try and relieve any tension that had formed since the journey had begun, even if it sometimes backfired.
The two descended the stairs toward the three, "Sorry, we weren't present for the fighting. It won't happen again." Issac called to them as he and Satyana approached.
Satyana immediately went to Rann, gazing at him as if she could see through him. "Do you want help..... brother?" It was clear there was still some distance that she needed to cross before they were the same as before, but Issac believed the rift could be healed..... with time and a wagon-load effort on everyone's part.
Flogir
"Perhaps, Aerona. I'd need to talk to Astratus to find out if that's truly what he plans to do, but at this point I think trying to lengthen the siege for as long as possible is our best chance. Reinforcements are going to be needed to deal with the sheer volume of the enemy army. But if worse comes to worse, we're going to need to find a way to assassinate the Silhouette and elminate the sway he has over this army..." Flogir said; his face clouded with doubt. The current situation was far from being good. Many a weary day was the only future he saw at the moment.
"How about we try to find the others, eh?" he said, putting on a brave face for his younger accomplice.
"Perhaps, Aerona. I'd need to talk to Astratus to find out if that's truly what he plans to do, but at this point I think trying to lengthen the siege for as long as possible is our best chance. Reinforcements are going to be needed to deal with the sheer volume of the enemy army. But if worse comes to worse, we're going to need to find a way to assassinate the Silhouette and elminate the sway he has over this army..." Flogir said; his face clouded with doubt. The current situation was far from being good. Many a weary day was the only future he saw at the moment.
"How about we try to find the others, eh?" he said, putting on a brave face for his younger accomplice.
Mannimarco
Materializing inside of a ruined building, Mannimarco felt for his servants. The vastness of the dead around the city gave Mannimarco such joy. He pulsated his resurrection in time with major discharges of magicka, so as to not be located by spellcraft. The dead in the city already outnumbered the living, and Mannimarco watched a troup of bandits die by a squadron of dead goblins, only to be resurrected and fight the former allies. Mannimarco cackled and began to feel around for something to use of his advantage...
Mannimaro felt something strange occur, and he did not know how to deal with it. There was a dead horse near a statue that had foreign enzimes in it, and Mannimarco knew exactly what they were from. He animated the horse and felt through its body, singling out the enzimes and learning all he could from them. Mannimarco suddenly experienced a rush of emotion and a faint connection to the giant lizard man. Blurred images appeared in Mannimarco's psychic eye, and Mannimarco realized that the lizard man was in fact an alien.
Howls pierced the night, and Mannimarco's favorite tools were finally brought into play by the Silhouette, the werewolves. Killers on pure instinct, they fed the dead's ranks until they swelled uncontrollably. Mannimarco smiled as one lone wolf cornered a fleeing soldier and tore out his throat. Mannimarco laughed at the crestfallen werewolf as it turned away to suddenly experience a sword in its gullet. The soldier the werewolf had killed rose back and impaled the werewolf on a dead man's sword. Mannimarco laughed at the irony of the situation, one kills the other, the other kills the other, and now they fight together.
Necromancy is unstoppable...
Astratus
Fiends from nightmares appeared everywhere, and the death toll was mounting at an uncontrollable rate. Astratus ran to his tent and donned his armor, about the time when the Silhouette broke into the city. Placing his helmet on his head last, he summoned all the remaining lieutenants to his side. With grim visages, they marched, soldiers snapping to attention and falling into rank. Astratus was the only one who made any sound, and as the army marched, more and more collected into the rank behind.
The people of the city ran towards the Morrowind Army, and the army allowed them passage through, but continued their onward march towards the main body of the invaders. Astratus struck up a low hymn, at first he was alone, but soon others joined in:
"In the palace of stone and fire,
lived the hope of men and mer,
Gyrating to a certain beat,
The heart of Akorlakhan kept us pure.
Against the dwarves and invaders grim,
we march along with the Nerevarine!
Who wants to live forever, men?
When there is glory in death!"
Astratus called a halt, but the main body of the invaders broke ranks and rushed the invaders. They were only seconds away, but Astratus yelled to his men,
"For the Empire, for the Nine! HELL FROM RED MOUNTAIN!"
And the Morrowind Army charged the invading force, at full speed.
Materializing inside of a ruined building, Mannimarco felt for his servants. The vastness of the dead around the city gave Mannimarco such joy. He pulsated his resurrection in time with major discharges of magicka, so as to not be located by spellcraft. The dead in the city already outnumbered the living, and Mannimarco watched a troup of bandits die by a squadron of dead goblins, only to be resurrected and fight the former allies. Mannimarco cackled and began to feel around for something to use of his advantage...
Mannimaro felt something strange occur, and he did not know how to deal with it. There was a dead horse near a statue that had foreign enzimes in it, and Mannimarco knew exactly what they were from. He animated the horse and felt through its body, singling out the enzimes and learning all he could from them. Mannimarco suddenly experienced a rush of emotion and a faint connection to the giant lizard man. Blurred images appeared in Mannimarco's psychic eye, and Mannimarco realized that the lizard man was in fact an alien.
Howls pierced the night, and Mannimarco's favorite tools were finally brought into play by the Silhouette, the werewolves. Killers on pure instinct, they fed the dead's ranks until they swelled uncontrollably. Mannimarco smiled as one lone wolf cornered a fleeing soldier and tore out his throat. Mannimarco laughed at the crestfallen werewolf as it turned away to suddenly experience a sword in its gullet. The soldier the werewolf had killed rose back and impaled the werewolf on a dead man's sword. Mannimarco laughed at the irony of the situation, one kills the other, the other kills the other, and now they fight together.
Necromancy is unstoppable...
Astratus
Fiends from nightmares appeared everywhere, and the death toll was mounting at an uncontrollable rate. Astratus ran to his tent and donned his armor, about the time when the Silhouette broke into the city. Placing his helmet on his head last, he summoned all the remaining lieutenants to his side. With grim visages, they marched, soldiers snapping to attention and falling into rank. Astratus was the only one who made any sound, and as the army marched, more and more collected into the rank behind.
The people of the city ran towards the Morrowind Army, and the army allowed them passage through, but continued their onward march towards the main body of the invaders. Astratus struck up a low hymn, at first he was alone, but soon others joined in:
"In the palace of stone and fire,
lived the hope of men and mer,
Gyrating to a certain beat,
The heart of Akorlakhan kept us pure.
Against the dwarves and invaders grim,
we march along with the Nerevarine!
Who wants to live forever, men?
When there is glory in death!"
Astratus called a halt, but the main body of the invaders broke ranks and rushed the invaders. They were only seconds away, but Astratus yelled to his men,
"For the Empire, for the Nine! HELL FROM RED MOUNTAIN!"
And the Morrowind Army charged the invading force, at full speed.
The Silhouette, The Battle
The Silhouette suddenly felt one of his servents, a mage get sliced by something, he dissappeared and reappeared in the Talos Plaza, there they were, Dark elf soldiers fighting for the empire. The Silhouette smiled, the idiots, he had plenty of goblins and bandits, but he had two full Tsaeci armies which were not even tired from fighting. He called for one of the armies and jumped into the battle, literally. The Silhouette dove off the building he was on, and into the ranks of the dark elves. He landed on three who were crushed in the impact.
"Dunmer! HEAR ME! YOU WILL DIE HERE!" he said gleefully, before whipping out his sword and slicing through the enemy with ease. He grabbed on the shaft of one of their spears and suddenly channeled his magic straight into the person it was holding. He seemed to dance in a flury of sword swinging and magic. He taunted mages before ending their lives and chopping off their hands and feet, so Mannimarco could not use them so easily.
"Glau twe!" he said, and suddenly a huge green orb shot into someone and seemed to dissappear. Seconds later he exploded, killing ten others around him. Unfortunatly the goblins were giving ground, the dunmer were much more organized. A huge swathe of dead people surrounded the Silhouette, all missing thier limbs or completely destroyed. Blood flowed on the cobble stones as he sliced through more. It was not enough, there were too many Dunmer and his goblins were panicking. The bandits, more trained and less crazy now charged, in a huge disorganized mass and clashed with the dunmer, a little better trained.
The Silhouette suddenly felt one of his servents, a mage get sliced by something, he dissappeared and reappeared in the Talos Plaza, there they were, Dark elf soldiers fighting for the empire. The Silhouette smiled, the idiots, he had plenty of goblins and bandits, but he had two full Tsaeci armies which were not even tired from fighting. He called for one of the armies and jumped into the battle, literally. The Silhouette dove off the building he was on, and into the ranks of the dark elves. He landed on three who were crushed in the impact.
"Dunmer! HEAR ME! YOU WILL DIE HERE!" he said gleefully, before whipping out his sword and slicing through the enemy with ease. He grabbed on the shaft of one of their spears and suddenly channeled his magic straight into the person it was holding. He seemed to dance in a flury of sword swinging and magic. He taunted mages before ending their lives and chopping off their hands and feet, so Mannimarco could not use them so easily.
"Glau twe!" he said, and suddenly a huge green orb shot into someone and seemed to dissappear. Seconds later he exploded, killing ten others around him. Unfortunatly the goblins were giving ground, the dunmer were much more organized. A huge swathe of dead people surrounded the Silhouette, all missing thier limbs or completely destroyed. Blood flowed on the cobble stones as he sliced through more. It was not enough, there were too many Dunmer and his goblins were panicking. The bandits, more trained and less crazy now charged, in a huge disorganized mass and clashed with the dunmer, a little better trained.
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Aug 18 2007, 10:48 AM)
Flogir
"Perhaps, Aerona. I'd need to talk to Astratus to find out if that's truly what he plans to do, but at this point I think trying to lengthen the siege for as long as possible is our best chance. Reinforcements are going to be needed to deal with the sheer volume of the enemy army. But if worse comes to worse, we're going to need to find a way to assassinate the Silhouette and elminate the sway he has over this army..." Flogir said; his face clouded with doubt. The current situation was far from being good. Many a weary day was the only future he saw at the moment.
"How about we try to find the others, eh?" he said, putting on a brave face for his younger accomplice.
Aerona
"Alright," she said with a nod as she walked beside Flogir, both of them keeping an eye out for their companions.
"There's Issac," she said, pointing to the tall altmer's head that stuck out above most others in the crowd.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Aug 18 2007, 02:30 AM)
Issac
Moving toward the gates that separated Talos Plaza from Green Emporer Way, Issac kept a sharp eye out for anything. The sudden loss of Talos Plaza had woken him up rather surely, he was determined to make up for the mistakes, his own and otherwise.
From the elevated foundation of White Gold Tower, Issac spotted Dalrus, Rann, and Amrita near the securely closed gates. Satyana also noticed her brother and the others, together they noticed that Rann was afflicted by something painful.
"We should to help him," the Altmer pointed out, whether his companion needed the coaxing or not he didn't know, but by now it was second nature for him to try and relieve any tension that had formed since the journey had begun, even if it sometimes backfired.
The two descended the stairs toward the three, "Sorry, we weren't present for the fighting. It won't happen again." Issac called to them as he and Satyana approached.
Satyana immediately went to Rann, gazing at him as if she could see through him. "Do you want help..... brother?" It was clear there was still some distance that she needed to cross before they were the same as before, but Issac believed the rift could be healed..... with time and a wagon-load effort on everyone's part.
Rann
"No," he answered flatly, making it clear that he didn't want help from her.
Flogir
"Excellent," Flogir said before they began to make their way through the crowd.
When they got there, Flogir noticed that Rann was favouring his side, as if he was injured. Satyana was nearby, and she didn't look that happy. Rann was avoiding eye contact with here.
Flogir leaned over to whisper into Aerona's ear. "I think you should check to make sure Rann is ok."
Voltar
It didn't take Voltar long to find the rest of the group. When he got there he noticed that they appeared to be a ragged, torn, and tired bunch of people. He wiped at some sweat he felt on his brow and when he hand came back he saw it was red with blood. He had forgotten about the shrapnel from the exploding gate that had cut him.
"Bah..." he muttered as he healed the wound with a restorative spell.
"Anyone got some water and a cloth? I don't like blood on my clothing," Voltar asked the group.
"Excellent," Flogir said before they began to make their way through the crowd.
When they got there, Flogir noticed that Rann was favouring his side, as if he was injured. Satyana was nearby, and she didn't look that happy. Rann was avoiding eye contact with here.
Flogir leaned over to whisper into Aerona's ear. "I think you should check to make sure Rann is ok."
Voltar
It didn't take Voltar long to find the rest of the group. When he got there he noticed that they appeared to be a ragged, torn, and tired bunch of people. He wiped at some sweat he felt on his brow and when he hand came back he saw it was red with blood. He had forgotten about the shrapnel from the exploding gate that had cut him.
"Bah..." he muttered as he healed the wound with a restorative spell.
"Anyone got some water and a cloth? I don't like blood on my clothing," Voltar asked the group.
Plys'Iea
As dead fought both living armies, the aline and his werewolf companions took advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the Temple District. But the hole they punched in the Morrowind army's defense was quickly ripped further open by the legions of dead.
So many of the abominations were arrayed against them that the Plys'Iea agreed with the man-wolves, they needed to be eliminated. Leading the charge down on zombie-clogged street, the alien warrior swung his staff in a continuous fashion that kept the distance between himself and any zombie intact enough to pose a threat a reasonable.
"Tear them to ribbons, don't turn your back on them unless their too damaged to be harmful!" He instructed his companions and the ripped and clawed at the undead. The decaying corpses fell apart as they were thrown into the air by the the alien's staff.
Suddenly an unnatural tugging sensation became apparent to the warrior, he realized that the pulling was coming from the direction of a nearby building. In that same instant he knew it was his target, spurred on by this knowledge, the Plys'Iea suddenly lunged over the zombie horde.
Now that he knew where the necromancer was, he didn't care if the werewolves were able to follow. He slammed into three zombies who had clearly not anticipated (if they could even accomplish that) the sudden change in enemy stratagy.
Rolling past them, he rushed toward the building Mannimarco was hiding out in. The alien vaulted bodily up to the second floor window, which had been boarded for reasons unknown to him. Gripping the architecture, he kicked the boards inward and swung into the building.
Karn
As the healer dissappeared with Patholos, the sensei and his fellow assassin took in Ian. "Mannimarco," the vampire said simply. That was all Karn needed, the necromancer had done naught for the Narza'Tai, but now he had a death warrant.
The assassin retreated to spread instructions to the Narza'Tai's spellweavers and archers. All available arcane and ranged support would be brought out of the sewers to combat the dead. If burning down the contested districts was what was needed to combat the threat, then so be it.
Wordlessly, the two left the alley in favor of the rooftops. Their roles would be the same as the Narza'Tai, exterminate the undead at all costs.
As dead fought both living armies, the aline and his werewolf companions took advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the Temple District. But the hole they punched in the Morrowind army's defense was quickly ripped further open by the legions of dead.
So many of the abominations were arrayed against them that the Plys'Iea agreed with the man-wolves, they needed to be eliminated. Leading the charge down on zombie-clogged street, the alien warrior swung his staff in a continuous fashion that kept the distance between himself and any zombie intact enough to pose a threat a reasonable.
"Tear them to ribbons, don't turn your back on them unless their too damaged to be harmful!" He instructed his companions and the ripped and clawed at the undead. The decaying corpses fell apart as they were thrown into the air by the the alien's staff.
Suddenly an unnatural tugging sensation became apparent to the warrior, he realized that the pulling was coming from the direction of a nearby building. In that same instant he knew it was his target, spurred on by this knowledge, the Plys'Iea suddenly lunged over the zombie horde.
Now that he knew where the necromancer was, he didn't care if the werewolves were able to follow. He slammed into three zombies who had clearly not anticipated (if they could even accomplish that) the sudden change in enemy stratagy.
Rolling past them, he rushed toward the building Mannimarco was hiding out in. The alien vaulted bodily up to the second floor window, which had been boarded for reasons unknown to him. Gripping the architecture, he kicked the boards inward and swung into the building.
Karn
As the healer dissappeared with Patholos, the sensei and his fellow assassin took in Ian. "Mannimarco," the vampire said simply. That was all Karn needed, the necromancer had done naught for the Narza'Tai, but now he had a death warrant.
The assassin retreated to spread instructions to the Narza'Tai's spellweavers and archers. All available arcane and ranged support would be brought out of the sewers to combat the dead. If burning down the contested districts was what was needed to combat the threat, then so be it.
Wordlessly, the two left the alley in favor of the rooftops. Their roles would be the same as the Narza'Tai, exterminate the undead at all costs.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Aug 19 2007, 01:45 AM)
Rann
"No," he answered flatly, making it clear that he didn't want help from her.
Satyana
She stopped with a deep sigh.....
Why is he so stubborn? Darn it I can help him just that easy, but noooo....now he´s sour and angry with me and I still really can´t understand the real deepest reason for it....damn it!
"Suit yourself then, but I´m here if you by any chance should change your mind" she said silently, turning to Issac again, tears in her eyes
"How long will this continue?" she sighed
Issac
He looked at Satyana sympathetically, "I don't know."
"Well Rann, you'd best limp up the stairs and find a healer. The last way you want to die is from internal bleeding." Issac said to Rann, almost wanting to punch the Dunmer's ribs for being such a stupid mule all the time.
Mannimarco
Mannimarco felt the foreign creature enter the building, and prepared a spell he didn't know the name of. He saw Ian cast it and make copies of himself, so Mannimarco prepared. As the creature bounded into the first floor where he was, Mannimarco suddenly became forty. All laughing simulaneously, the copies rushed the alien, trying to pin him to a wall. The real Mannimarco cast Everliving Ice onto the feet and hands of the alien, but not anywhere else.
Speaking telepathically, so words would not be misunderstood, Mannimarco said, "Why do you carry the burden of nobility with you? The force you fight for does not allow for compassion, why hold that ancient relic of an emotion? Listen to me, where are your kind? What happened to your people? I know the werewolves are on their way, but I must know some things first." Mannimarco waited for the creature's response, and slowly walked about the room. He could hear the howls of the werewolves, but still waited for the response of the giant lizard.
Astratus
Astratus cut down foe like he had never done is his life. A Nord next to him had stripped his shirt off and fought in a loincloth, screaming like an animal. Another Nord brought his axe head down so hard on a bandit that the skull cracked open like a ripe piece of fruit. Astratus fought his way over to these men and the three fought together.
When the Silhouette entered the battle and shouted his challenge, there was a resounding moan from the troops. He was killing everything too fast. Astratus yelled to the Nords to go bolster the left side where the werewolves punched through. Turning back to the battle, Astratus buried a guantleted fist into the visage of the quartermaster. Astratus looked around and saw that the bandits were backing off, letting the last of the goblins die before the bandits would charge. Astratus yelled his rallying cry, and brought ten men with him to smash into the side of the bandit unit.
The overall feeling safety left Astratus as the dead closed the eastern escape for the Army. There was just one route now, and that was further into the City, giving too much ground to the Silhouette and the Dead. Astratus pondered this, but soon decided that his men would pull back into the City and hold there. Astratus was crestfallen when he saw the shirtless nord go down to a werewolf and a bandit. Screaming his rage, Astratus impaled the bandit on his sword and kicked the werewolf with a booted foot. The werewolf growled and Astratus pirouetted and released his sword from the bandit, bringing the blade across the neck of the wolf. The wolf bled out, and Astratus turned to the Nord at his feet. Tears formed on Astratus's face as he saw the Nord get back up, face mangeled and right arm limp, still swinging a broken shaft of his axe. Four bandits brought him down and Astratus had to retreat.
Patholos
No...not again, get out of my mind.... I own you mind, my son, and you have utter the most heinous blaspheme imaginable, you killed your brethren and made a mockery of my SERVANTS! Get out, you are false and unreal, you do not exist, I am a servant of Justice now... You are my Servant! You have my gifts, you should be dead, but yet you are not. They didn't accept you, they scorned you, they cursed you, they left you for dead. Who allowed you life when it could have be so easily snuffed out? You are not my Father, you are no force, you are a fiction my mind has come up with. There is no Dread Father, you are a lie... So be it...
Mannimarco felt the foreign creature enter the building, and prepared a spell he didn't know the name of. He saw Ian cast it and make copies of himself, so Mannimarco prepared. As the creature bounded into the first floor where he was, Mannimarco suddenly became forty. All laughing simulaneously, the copies rushed the alien, trying to pin him to a wall. The real Mannimarco cast Everliving Ice onto the feet and hands of the alien, but not anywhere else.
Speaking telepathically, so words would not be misunderstood, Mannimarco said, "Why do you carry the burden of nobility with you? The force you fight for does not allow for compassion, why hold that ancient relic of an emotion? Listen to me, where are your kind? What happened to your people? I know the werewolves are on their way, but I must know some things first." Mannimarco waited for the creature's response, and slowly walked about the room. He could hear the howls of the werewolves, but still waited for the response of the giant lizard.
Astratus
Astratus cut down foe like he had never done is his life. A Nord next to him had stripped his shirt off and fought in a loincloth, screaming like an animal. Another Nord brought his axe head down so hard on a bandit that the skull cracked open like a ripe piece of fruit. Astratus fought his way over to these men and the three fought together.
When the Silhouette entered the battle and shouted his challenge, there was a resounding moan from the troops. He was killing everything too fast. Astratus yelled to the Nords to go bolster the left side where the werewolves punched through. Turning back to the battle, Astratus buried a guantleted fist into the visage of the quartermaster. Astratus looked around and saw that the bandits were backing off, letting the last of the goblins die before the bandits would charge. Astratus yelled his rallying cry, and brought ten men with him to smash into the side of the bandit unit.
The overall feeling safety left Astratus as the dead closed the eastern escape for the Army. There was just one route now, and that was further into the City, giving too much ground to the Silhouette and the Dead. Astratus pondered this, but soon decided that his men would pull back into the City and hold there. Astratus was crestfallen when he saw the shirtless nord go down to a werewolf and a bandit. Screaming his rage, Astratus impaled the bandit on his sword and kicked the werewolf with a booted foot. The werewolf growled and Astratus pirouetted and released his sword from the bandit, bringing the blade across the neck of the wolf. The wolf bled out, and Astratus turned to the Nord at his feet. Tears formed on Astratus's face as he saw the Nord get back up, face mangeled and right arm limp, still swinging a broken shaft of his axe. Four bandits brought him down and Astratus had to retreat.
Patholos
No...not again, get out of my mind.... I own you mind, my son, and you have utter the most heinous blaspheme imaginable, you killed your brethren and made a mockery of my SERVANTS! Get out, you are false and unreal, you do not exist, I am a servant of Justice now... You are my Servant! You have my gifts, you should be dead, but yet you are not. They didn't accept you, they scorned you, they cursed you, they left you for dead. Who allowed you life when it could have be so easily snuffed out? You are not my Father, you are no force, you are a fiction my mind has come up with. There is no Dread Father, you are a lie... So be it...
Plys'Iea
He strained against the icy bonds, he couldn't feel the chill through his armor, but the indignity of being pinned to the wall like this was disgraceful. The alien ignored Mannimarco's questions for half a minute as he used all of his strength in an attampt to free his arm.
Time strecthed as the creature pulled, wondering whether the ice would break before his arm tore from its socket. Then he changed tacts, "Why should I tell you, foul sorcerer? I would much rather kill you than waste time speaking of things which you don't or ever will understand!"
Mannimarco
"Foul sorceror, hmm, I don't quite believe that to be an ecompassing description of my work." Mannimarco said back into the lizard man's mind. "You see, living beings are born without a predisposition, if you so follow, and they do not understand why in some cultures, murder is murder, and in others, murder is promoted. Look to our lower levels of existence, for instance, the wolves. The operate on three or four emotions, and yet, no one calls them lunatics for feeding those emotions. Are we not just graduated forms of emotion? When we hurt, there are signals the body feeds the brain to tell us what the body should feel, according to the upbringing of the person in question. Let's say your mother died and she was a complete, for lack of a better word, s'wit, and at the funeral, you are expected to cry because she is dead."
He continued, "No, you know that she was evil and wrong, but yet, you still cry because that is how you were raised. Raised to be weak and collective, raised to be flocked and herded. Why are there not kings born every generation to every mother? Only the oddities have the drive needed to break the collectivism that runs and regulates these lives. I am no monster in my own view, and I am not foul. I consider myself a coinesseur of different tastes. Can I blame anyone for what gives me pleasure and what causes me pain. No, I was made that way, I had no choice. Quick to judge, my giant friend, you are very quick to judge."
OOC: I promise, almost over...
Mannimarco continued, "You are a warrior, you know your way around strength, and apparently honor, from your use of the word foul and sorceror. My work mocks gods, your work destroys what the gods have built. I raise up and rebuild, you cut down and destroy. Yes, I do not have the power of Life, no one on this plane does, yet, I can keep one's Spirit here on Nirm to be with their loved ones, can you? Do you even love? Are you capable? Yes, I do rob bodies from the sanctity of their tombs, but there is no essence in them anymore. They are dust and ash, the beings you should consult about filth with are the Walking Abominations, the vampires. There skin is dead yet their essence remains, mocking Nature. I ask you this simple question, and because my list of enemies is growing considerably larger, populated by the ignorant, I would like you to answer it honestly. Are you capable of honesty?" The holws of the werewolves were getting louder.
"Foul sorceror, hmm, I don't quite believe that to be an ecompassing description of my work." Mannimarco said back into the lizard man's mind. "You see, living beings are born without a predisposition, if you so follow, and they do not understand why in some cultures, murder is murder, and in others, murder is promoted. Look to our lower levels of existence, for instance, the wolves. The operate on three or four emotions, and yet, no one calls them lunatics for feeding those emotions. Are we not just graduated forms of emotion? When we hurt, there are signals the body feeds the brain to tell us what the body should feel, according to the upbringing of the person in question. Let's say your mother died and she was a complete, for lack of a better word, s'wit, and at the funeral, you are expected to cry because she is dead."
He continued, "No, you know that she was evil and wrong, but yet, you still cry because that is how you were raised. Raised to be weak and collective, raised to be flocked and herded. Why are there not kings born every generation to every mother? Only the oddities have the drive needed to break the collectivism that runs and regulates these lives. I am no monster in my own view, and I am not foul. I consider myself a coinesseur of different tastes. Can I blame anyone for what gives me pleasure and what causes me pain. No, I was made that way, I had no choice. Quick to judge, my giant friend, you are very quick to judge."
OOC: I promise, almost over...
Mannimarco continued, "You are a warrior, you know your way around strength, and apparently honor, from your use of the word foul and sorceror. My work mocks gods, your work destroys what the gods have built. I raise up and rebuild, you cut down and destroy. Yes, I do not have the power of Life, no one on this plane does, yet, I can keep one's Spirit here on Nirm to be with their loved ones, can you? Do you even love? Are you capable? Yes, I do rob bodies from the sanctity of their tombs, but there is no essence in them anymore. They are dust and ash, the beings you should consult about filth with are the Walking Abominations, the vampires. There skin is dead yet their essence remains, mocking Nature. I ask you this simple question, and because my list of enemies is growing considerably larger, populated by the ignorant, I would like you to answer it honestly. Are you capable of honesty?" The holws of the werewolves were getting louder.
Aerona
On Flogir's suggestion, she did approach Rann with the intention of healing his wound, unaware of the tension between him and Satyana. Without asking Rann's permission, she went to work, of the mind that nobody would refuse healing anyway.
Not hearing the snide tone in Issac's comment, she scolded him in an almost motherly tone, "What a terrible thing to say! Besides, I can heal him right now."
Rann
Rann stood silently as Aerona made short work of fixing his broken bones. When she was done, he addressed Voltar.
"I think water might be better spent on mouths. We are in the middle of a siege."
On Flogir's suggestion, she did approach Rann with the intention of healing his wound, unaware of the tension between him and Satyana. Without asking Rann's permission, she went to work, of the mind that nobody would refuse healing anyway.
Not hearing the snide tone in Issac's comment, she scolded him in an almost motherly tone, "What a terrible thing to say! Besides, I can heal him right now."
Rann
Rann stood silently as Aerona made short work of fixing his broken bones. When she was done, he addressed Voltar.
"I think water might be better spent on mouths. We are in the middle of a siege."
OCC: Went for a kind of show-how-limited-your-reality-really-is conversation. I would think that the Worm King would be interested in the idea of vast armies and other species beyond Nirm.
Plys'Iea
"This is your world, necromancer, I may resemble species present, but I am no Argonian, and I am no Snakeman. People here, they fear death, fools. Death is something to be prepared for, my kind have no thoughts of the afterlife, how an individual lives is all that matters."
The alien hissed, "The Plys'Iea, my people, aren't restricted to one planet as the races of this place are. You have your planet, we have systems of planets, and an entire galaxy full of them."
He stared into Mannimarco's eyes, "There are more warriors in our armies than the number of creatures that lived and died here since it was formed. Not even all the dead this world can produce in another ten centuries could keep any space-faring species if they wished to take this world."
The warrior finished, "Some people kill because they hate, some because they need to in order to survive, others can't resist doing so. I am none of these things, I loath those who cannot fight back, they are not worth bothering with, but just as any hunter can marvel at the resilience of their prey, so to can I respect the prowess of my enemies."
"You, Worm King, if you didn't have the dead at your disposal then what would you do?" Without waiting for a reply, the alien snarled. "We Plys'Iea can't cry!" As if discovering a hidden reserve of strength, he managed to crack the slightly weakened ice binding his right arm.
The fracture rapidly grew until the restraint shattered, the alien struck the left hand binding with his newly freed limb. In matter of seconds his arms were both free and his leg bindings broke much easier. "Now this talk comes to an end...."
His staff angled toward the necromancer's torso.
Issac
As much as he wanted to point out that Satyana had offered to heal Rann earlier, Issac lost all will to argue. In the back of his mind he made the connection that Aerona had been the one to tell Rann about the conspiracy against Voltar.
Still, the Altmer couldn't summon up the will to confront the vampire, or tell Rann how much of a complete honored user he was. This whole situation is hell, why does Rann have to be Satyana's brother. It would make this a lot more bearable, or if he actually acted like a brother still.
Issac sat down at the foot of the stairs, some of his resentment showing on his face.
Plys'Iea
"This is your world, necromancer, I may resemble species present, but I am no Argonian, and I am no Snakeman. People here, they fear death, fools. Death is something to be prepared for, my kind have no thoughts of the afterlife, how an individual lives is all that matters."
The alien hissed, "The Plys'Iea, my people, aren't restricted to one planet as the races of this place are. You have your planet, we have systems of planets, and an entire galaxy full of them."
He stared into Mannimarco's eyes, "There are more warriors in our armies than the number of creatures that lived and died here since it was formed. Not even all the dead this world can produce in another ten centuries could keep any space-faring species if they wished to take this world."
The warrior finished, "Some people kill because they hate, some because they need to in order to survive, others can't resist doing so. I am none of these things, I loath those who cannot fight back, they are not worth bothering with, but just as any hunter can marvel at the resilience of their prey, so to can I respect the prowess of my enemies."
"You, Worm King, if you didn't have the dead at your disposal then what would you do?" Without waiting for a reply, the alien snarled. "We Plys'Iea can't cry!" As if discovering a hidden reserve of strength, he managed to crack the slightly weakened ice binding his right arm.
The fracture rapidly grew until the restraint shattered, the alien struck the left hand binding with his newly freed limb. In matter of seconds his arms were both free and his leg bindings broke much easier. "Now this talk comes to an end...."
His staff angled toward the necromancer's torso.
Issac
As much as he wanted to point out that Satyana had offered to heal Rann earlier, Issac lost all will to argue. In the back of his mind he made the connection that Aerona had been the one to tell Rann about the conspiracy against Voltar.
Still, the Altmer couldn't summon up the will to confront the vampire, or tell Rann how much of a complete honored user he was. This whole situation is hell, why does Rann have to be Satyana's brother. It would make this a lot more bearable, or if he actually acted like a brother still.
Issac sat down at the foot of the stairs, some of his resentment showing on his face.
Mannimarco
Seeing the Plys'Iea break from ice that held a noble knight and a Frost Atronach startled Mannimarco. He stepped back and replied to his question, "Then this situation might be different."
Mannimarco summoned dead bodies underneath the floorboards to punch up through the ground and hold the alien steady. Mannimarco needed a few seconds to slip into his black water, and those few seconds were crucial. If interrupted, he would have no idea where he was going. Besides, Mannimarco was very intrigued by the alien, but did not want to kill him. Very few instances in history were similar to this. Mannimarco wove the complex spell as the first of the zombies exploded through the floor, and grabbed the alien's foot.
Astratus
"Everyone, Retreat Manuerves! Back into the City! Hold fast! Hold fast!" Astratus was flustered and afraid, one of the Silhouette, and the other for his troops not hearing his orders. The line slowly backed towards the inner city, with military precision. Astratus heard a low growl, and turned to see an Undead werewolve ready to pounce behind him. Astratus readied his sword, when the werewolf suddenly pounced, forcing Astratus to parry and lose his balance. Since the wolf felt no pain, the fight would be more physical that Astratus hoped for.
After a few minutes of fighting, Astratus realized his troops were ebbing away from him. Walking backwards was foolish in a fight, so Astratus had to make the killing blow quickly. The two already sustained wounds, but the werewolf was still agressive and deadly. Astratus was tiring quickly, he was mentally exhausted. A lazy block attempt scored a rotting claw across the abdomen, sending a crimson spray all over the ground. Astratus felt for his innards to see if the hit had cut him open. His hand passed over his stomach and he felt gashes, but he felt the werewolf tackle him to the ground. He felt the teeth sink into his arm, and he had no choice but to punch upward through the dead flesh, rending the wolf in two. Astratus felt the disease in his right arm heal the wounds and close the gashes, and give him more strength. He felt sick that soon he would be a monster like this. Getting to his feet, he fought his way back to his troops, with a little more agression that he was used to.
OOC: Will he become a werewolf, TUNE IN NEXT TIME!
Seeing the Plys'Iea break from ice that held a noble knight and a Frost Atronach startled Mannimarco. He stepped back and replied to his question, "Then this situation might be different."
Mannimarco summoned dead bodies underneath the floorboards to punch up through the ground and hold the alien steady. Mannimarco needed a few seconds to slip into his black water, and those few seconds were crucial. If interrupted, he would have no idea where he was going. Besides, Mannimarco was very intrigued by the alien, but did not want to kill him. Very few instances in history were similar to this. Mannimarco wove the complex spell as the first of the zombies exploded through the floor, and grabbed the alien's foot.
Astratus
"Everyone, Retreat Manuerves! Back into the City! Hold fast! Hold fast!" Astratus was flustered and afraid, one of the Silhouette, and the other for his troops not hearing his orders. The line slowly backed towards the inner city, with military precision. Astratus heard a low growl, and turned to see an Undead werewolve ready to pounce behind him. Astratus readied his sword, when the werewolf suddenly pounced, forcing Astratus to parry and lose his balance. Since the wolf felt no pain, the fight would be more physical that Astratus hoped for.
After a few minutes of fighting, Astratus realized his troops were ebbing away from him. Walking backwards was foolish in a fight, so Astratus had to make the killing blow quickly. The two already sustained wounds, but the werewolf was still agressive and deadly. Astratus was tiring quickly, he was mentally exhausted. A lazy block attempt scored a rotting claw across the abdomen, sending a crimson spray all over the ground. Astratus felt for his innards to see if the hit had cut him open. His hand passed over his stomach and he felt gashes, but he felt the werewolf tackle him to the ground. He felt the teeth sink into his arm, and he had no choice but to punch upward through the dead flesh, rending the wolf in two. Astratus felt the disease in his right arm heal the wounds and close the gashes, and give him more strength. He felt sick that soon he would be a monster like this. Getting to his feet, he fought his way back to his troops, with a little more agression that he was used to.
OOC: Will he become a werewolf, TUNE IN NEXT TIME!
Voltar
"Oh bother that! I think we have enough mages around here to teleport supplies like water should the situation become dire. The siege has only just started!" Voltar said indignantly. He had never experienced too much hardship in his life. Sure, his self-annexation from the Mages Guild forced him to do stuff on his own. But his family was wealthy enough that he had purchased his small home near Anvil with ease. Voltar had never felt that battle was a hardship, merely a contest.
Amrita
Amrita knew all about the rift that had been building between Rann and the duo of Satyana and Issac. Hell, they had gotten into it when it first came up so badly that they didn't even notice her sitting in the tavern.
Hmm... perhaps it's time for me to try and look good once again...
She approached Issac and Satyana. "Could I speak with you two privately?" she asked then quietly, but in a serious tone.
"Oh bother that! I think we have enough mages around here to teleport supplies like water should the situation become dire. The siege has only just started!" Voltar said indignantly. He had never experienced too much hardship in his life. Sure, his self-annexation from the Mages Guild forced him to do stuff on his own. But his family was wealthy enough that he had purchased his small home near Anvil with ease. Voltar had never felt that battle was a hardship, merely a contest.
Amrita
Amrita knew all about the rift that had been building between Rann and the duo of Satyana and Issac. Hell, they had gotten into it when it first came up so badly that they didn't even notice her sitting in the tavern.
Hmm... perhaps it's time for me to try and look good once again...
She approached Issac and Satyana. "Could I speak with you two privately?" she asked then quietly, but in a serious tone.
Plys'Iea
The zombie's head was pulped by the alien's staff, as more corpses appeared and Mannimarco quickly slipping from his clutches, he made a quick strategic decision. The wooden supports for this building were already weak, in seconds the Plys'Iea was able to smashed enough in order to push the building over the breaking point.
Before harm could come to him, the alien leapt through one of the barricaded windows. He landed in the street as the building crumbled beneath its own weight.
OCC: I'll let Minque reply to Amrita.
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