Brianna cave

"Noo", Brianna cried, tears running down her face, "Don´t make me leave you!"

_Then she realised the importance of his words "Agnar wants my entire line to end"

She composed herself, wiped her face and embraced Jadier.

"Ok I´ll do as you say"....then she put her mouth to his ear and whispered very quietly:

"Your line won´t end, whatever happens..."


OOC:

OOC: Thankee.

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes caught sight of the teeth and grew more suspicious. Either the man was also a vampire, or just was unfortunate enough to have longer canine teeth than most people.
He was, at least, proving to be cooperative thus far, and Ranes relaxed some.

"I am Ranes," he replied. "Tell me more, then."

Agnor turned after talking to his assassins, Arygon felt happy that the Lord ahd left, it would probably mean that the assassination would happen soon... but wait, Brianna and Telina... Arygon decided that even if he dearly wanted to kill Jadier the women were off limits to the assassins.

OOC: There the assassins didn't move... I wanted Agnor to stop by to talk to the assassins... you know make sure their going to do it right... I caught on to what Brianna's saying there you naughty girl

OOC: Again, you're taking too many liberties with other characters; the assassins haven't moved towards the cave at all. And it would've been way easier just to have edited agnar out.

Jadier

"Thank you." he said, returning the embrace. "Now let's show thesee bastardes what they're up against."

Again Sadril smiled. I was hoping you would say that. Slowly he began to pace around the fire, at first eyeing each of the four (?) men. One seemed quite subdued and was on the ground, another standing over him, there was the observant Ranes who seemd slightly suspicious of Sadril--of course, who wouldn't?-- and then there was the ever recognizable Gorrmund.

Sadril didn't know any of anything about any of them, save Gorrmund...

"Someone," he began, in a sinister voice; almost singing the words, "Close to one of you," he pointed to each of the men, "Is going to die very shortly. The question is, who is it?" His pale eyes clearly showed enjoyment.

Brianna, cave

She hoped that Jadier understood her somewhat unfinished message. Now she prepared for the upcoming battle. Investigation of potions showed there were not so much left, hopefully Telina would have something? She also prepared her sword, she probably would get some use of it, if not for trying to assist Jadier, then for helping Telina...

She put her hand on her belly......and smiled..

Jadier, Cave

He had indeed got the message ( ), but he couldn't think on it now. The only way he could die with no regrets was if he knew for certain that Brianna, Gorrmund, and his new child would be safe. He couldn't grow weak when people that important were on the line. And thinking of the fact that he would never see his second child did weaken his resolve...

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes frowned. The man was being cooperative, but he didn't seem to be very nice. He seemed to take delight in this. "How about you tell us, or the 'close' will refer to distance and the someone will be you," he replied.

Sadril, Gorrmund's Camp

Sadril broke out into laughter, clearly revealing his fangs, "Ranes... Is it?" he asked between laughs, "I like you. But I don't like threats. You can't kill me, plain and simple. You don't have what it takes; none of you do..." He paused and grinned widely, "But," he drew his sword in a quick threatening manner and pointed it at Ranes, "If you can impress me, perhaps I would be more inclined to tell more?" His face grew serious and his expression darkened. Sadril's eyes stared at Ranes', seemingly peering into his soul...

Sadril was judging him.

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes smirked, walking towards the Vampire. "Obviously, in your years of Undeath, you have never met one born under the sign of the Ritual, have you?" he asked. He extended his hand, palm facing Sadril.

"Those born under the sign of the Ritual have the powers "Mara's Gift", "Blessed Touch", and "Blessed Word". With either of the "Blessed" gifts I can send you running in wild terror, for they turn the undead."

"I can assure you, I more than have the ability to kill you. I've killed many different vampires from different clans. Yekef, Telboth, Keerlith, Bonsamu, Aundae, Quarra, Montalion, Berne..."

"You might be a challenge, maybe a epic battle. But I'll win, I assure you." Ranes grinned.

"Your blessed 'gifts' may be effective, but they are hardly what i would consider impressive. You want info on who's gonna die? Then why don't you duel me, sword to sword? I think you'll find I'm a bit stronger than your average vampires," he continued grinning.
"Besides..." he vanished suddenly, leaving a bit of grey mist in his place, and appeare4d directly behind him, and whispered into his ear "You still can't kill me."

OC: a bit uber, amybe but effective

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes shook his head, turned and placing his hand on Sadril. "Back, you abomination!" he shouted as the Blessed Touch activated. The overwhelming urge to flee began to flood Sadril's body as the power was used. As the gift took effect, Ranes backed away, unsheathing his claymore.

"Even if I couldn't kill you, I can still kick your boat," he replied.

Sadril, as all vampires would, felt a strong urge to flee. But his age and experience, allowed him to hold his ground. He was still trembling though, and he kept his distance from Ranes due to the power of the spell. He found himself unable to advance on the man, so Sadril simply circled him trying to hide his unexplained fear.

"What's the matter? You want me to run away? Afraid you'll lose?"

OOC: i kinda wanted to fight, but if you find this unfair, i'll post he runs away with his tail between his legs

OOC: Nah, its fine. Turn Undead only works up to certain levels in OB (IE, Turn undead of level X and below for blah blah blah..) so I kinda went with a more powerful version of OB's one (being they're one-use per day and all).

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

"Just demonstrating to you that you're not as all powerful as you think," Ranes replied. The Dunmer then leapt foreward, with surprising speed for one so heavily armored and swung his elven claymore at Sadril. The blade glew with the faint red of a destruction enchantment, a fire one. Even if Sadril's Dark Elven heritage meant his vampirism only decreased his inherent fire resistance, rather than make him vulnerable to fire, it still looked like it would hurt.

Ranes speed caught Sadril slightly off guard, if only because he was still slightly phased by the turn undead spell. Fortunately, claymores were not the fastest weapon on Tamriel, and Katanas were definitely faster.

He met Ranes attack with a block, but as with most enchantments, the fire damage wasn't blocked. As their swords met Sadril felt himself being burned, but he continued on. "You've shown me your power," he said angrily as their swords remained locked, "Now here's mine!" He let one hand of the handle of his Katana and reached out to touch Ranes with a Reign of Terror. He would find himself unable to speak, as well as possibly demoralized.

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes' Mouth moved in a silent curse as he felt the spell's power. Keeping his nerve he threw his strength into forcing Sadril's Katana back. Claymores weren't fast, but they were heavy, and less prone to breaking under pressure. Of course, ranes was begining he could still cast spells now. A disintigrate weapon spell would have been handy here.

Sadril, Gorrmund's Camp


Sadril smiled satisfactorilly as the opposing Dunmer lost his voice. But he had put more weight behind the claymore. Sadril was confident that he was better than this man in any way imaginable, except for possibly strength. He was forced to kneel under the weight of the claymore, but then he made a daring decision.

Sadril moved his blade --which was holding Ranes' blade up--up to the hilt of the elven claymore. This allowed Ranes' sword to dip lower, throwing Ranes off balance but also cutting into Sadril's shoulder. He took advantage of this though, and from his kneeling position, lunged at Ranes trying to knock him back into the campfire.

OOC: hope its understandable/ok with you

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes leapt back, breaking the weapon lock. He had realized what Sadril was attempting, and had opted to break the lock rather than let Sadril force him into the fire. Not that'd it would have done much. Fire hurt him far less than it would Sadril, or any non-Dunmer. He yelled something, which of course came out silently but had looked like a curse of some kind, and swung again at Sadril, this time sweeping the blade horizontally.

Sadril felt more comfortable with Ranes a few steps away from him. He felt he had better control over his enemies if they weren't so close, even if Ranes was weilding a claymore. The horizontal attack was dodged with surprising ease as Sadril leaped high into the air. His vampiric blood allowed him to nimbly get airborn.

As if he were weightless, Sadril landed on a tree branch about 12 feet up from the ground. "Not bad, I must say my Dunmer friend, you've got me impressed," he said as he looked down at Ranes arrogantly, before vanishing into thin air. Although you could follow his movement through the trees by following the movement in branches,
it was still effectively creepy.

"Gorrmund," spoke Sadril's voice that seemed to echo from everywhere around them, "Your father will be dead shortly, you better get moving," was all that he said. No more movement could be seen in the branches, indicating the Sadril could in theory still be watching them.


But all was silent.


OOC: sorry to end the fight so abruptly, gotta write a term paper

Gorrmund had been watching the fight peacefully and was impressed by the outcome, but due to the honours of the fighters he dared not intervine. Even humanoid deformations, reanimations and intelligent monsters had their right to an honourable fight. But when the Vampire duelist dissapeared and his voice ecoed between locations, he was struck with terror. The world seemed to have sped up, and he was living in the past. As if this was not just a way to scare him, but an absolute eventuality. He started sweating as his usually well hidden paronanoia reared its ugly face. Is that beast speaking the truth? If he is, do I have any chance to save him? Was he too late? Would these people come with him? Who were these people? How could he possibly trust them? Did they know his father? Did they know the Vampire? It certainly knew them. Was it spying on them? Before he could possibly think rationaly and inspect the situation, he found his mouth open and his sword unsheathed. "If you wish to help my father, follow me. If you won't come because you are a criminal, I will see many of your crimes pardoned. If you simply won't come, run away. Very, very, very fast" he didn't know if his terror caused him to stutter, because he simply couldn't remember.

Penne
Camp

Penne gave a broad smile, "Nice to meet you Aaron, my name's Penne."

Penne finished his bones and jabbed a piece of meat on it then stuck it back into the fire before going for one of the cooked ones. "By the way, this may seem odd, but could you tell me where in Skyrim we are? I mean, I think I saw Pale Pass on the way over here but I'm not positive."

Thiras, Near the fire

Thiras nodded and stood up, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I'll come simply because I haven't got anything more timeworthy to do, the pardons won't do me any good, I'll just have to go right back to thievin' afterwards." He picked up his sword and sheathed it.

"In all truthfullness, I may be related to some lord somewhere I think, Lord something - er, I can't remember who it was exactly, generations back, says mother, well thats questionable but I suppose . . ." and he blabbered on.

Telina with Jadier and Brianna.

Telina watched as the couple embraced eachother...so Jadier wanted them to leave, and Brianna wanted Telina to be safe. The two of people that Telina put higher than everything else in this world, was it looked going to die, she just couldn't let that happen.

She rummaged through her sack...only two healing potions, one potion for restoring magicka and fatigue...but hey, this was interesting. At the bottom of her sack, there was five scrols of Taldams Schorcher...a VERY good fire damage scroll, she tossed the health and restore magicka potions to Brianna, while she gave her three of the scrolls.

"Ok, I'll go out and check if it's safe...I'll whistle like an owl if it's safe", she told Brianna and Jadier.

She redyed her bow.

Flint Ironwood, near Gormund's fire

Flint cursed under his breath. Now that vampire had been quite impressive. Flint had just decided to take out his Katana and give it a telekinetic blast when the damn thing fled.

He also heard Gorrmund's offer.
,,If you have crimes that need to be pardoned, you're an amateur. Flint Ironwood, at your service. Payment is welcome, but I decided to do this anyway, so we'll discuss payment when this is all over. Till then, I work for free. Now where the heck did this Jadier fellow run to anyway?" Flint said.

He opted to use another detect life spell. He couldn't detect the vampire, which was rather scary, but he did notice a group of people at the edge of his view.
,,There are people over there. Might want to take a look." Flint said and pointed into the distance.

Arygon leaned back behind a tree, and lit up his pipe. It had always been a source of comfort to smoke his pipe in the morning, it took his mind off things that had happened the night before. The early morning sun was coming up over the trees, making the snow glisten just so. It reminded him of the years he had spent in Morrowind, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure the assassins hadn't noticed his pipe smoke, they hadn't. In fact they were still sitting in nearly the same spot as they were for the previous 3 or 4 hours. Arygon sat back to watch the dawning sun.

Brianna, cave with Jadier and Telina

"Be careful out there" she said to Telina. Then turned to Jadier again, hoping telling him about the child she was bearing would somewhat comfort him and strengthen him as well.

He was certain he would meet his fate here out in the woods and that made her heart break. She knew she had to be strong now, she had to see to that Gorrmund and Telina would get together as fast as possible, for Jadier´s sake.

Jadier and Brianna had had a very good relationship for the last five years and the feelings they had for each other were utterly strong. She knew that she was going to loose him soon and that nearly killed her. But the fact remained he was bearing a child of his and that could possibly get herself in danger...that is if the assassins found out!

When Telina left the cave, Brianna took goodbye of Jadier, when she kissed him she did know that this might be their last kiss.

"I will raise your child to honour you, but then I will meet you on the other side when the time comes, wait for me my love"

With those words she turned away from him and went outside to join Telina, tears streaming down her cheeks....

Telina, with Brianna.

Telina, had just walked a little down the road, when Brianna came.

Silently they snuck along the road, while trying to listen to all the sounds around them.

If something happened to Brianna, Telina would never forgive herself.

Ranes, Gorrmund's crowded Camp ( )

Ranes watched the Vampire vanish and decided to let him go. The beast didn't seem like it was going to come back and stab him while he was sleeping or some other underhanded trick. He seemed too interested in fighting him. He turned to ther newest newcommer, and stared at him.

"Well, Mr. Ironwood, it can wait for a few moments. We still need to get sorted out here. No need looking for more trouble unorganized as we currently are..."

Brianna with Telina outside a bit away from the cave

"Telina, I sense them coming now....we gotta hide somewhere....I owe Jadier to stay alive....for the sake of his unborn child......do you see anywhere we could hide?"

Brianna was looking around..there was nowhere they could find a hideout..or were there?

Telina with Brianna, on the road.

Telina suddenly stopped..."what, unborn child...Brianna you...you're pregnaid"?

She looked around the enviorments...her finely tunes Dunmerry eyes, spotted a little up a hill to their right, many large branches..."come on, follow me, it's our only chance".

They ran up, and hid themselves as good as they could...Telina nocked an arrow in place at her bow...just to be ready.

Brianna, with Telina

"Yes Telina, I´m having Jadier´s child....but it´s ok, I´m just six weeks gone"

She followed the younger girl up the hill, trying not to think of her beloved one in the cave....

Flint Ironwood, Gorrmund's camp

,,Sure, take your time." Flint said and then impatiently began to pace back and forth while the others were busy getting organized. At least the constant pacing kept him warm and the storm was finally beginning to calm down. Just a bit more, and it would be safe for jumping again.

A short glance with his detection spell showed that one person out of a group of three had left the other two, or maybe the other way around. Flint just had this feeling that there was trouble to be found over there.
,,Hurry up, you guys." He whispered.

Flint took out his katana and checked its charges as usual. He'd pressed his blade rather hard lately, and the sword was still nearly devoid of charges. If it came to a fight, he should try to use the blade itself instead of just hurling Telekinetic blasts for a change.

Arygon watched the women run up the hill, the assassins looked back and forth decided to kill Jadier or the women first. Arygon ran after the womn to make sure that if the assassins attacked the women, then they would have chose the wrong target if they wanted to survive.

OOC: less strong, still arrogant

Brianna in the woods

She was crouching in the small hideout with Telina, just waiting, not knowing of what exactly. It was rather chilly and soon she couldn´t feel her feet anymore.....

Brianna felt more and more sleepy......her eyelids dropped....

Telina in the woods

Telina, watched carefully out over the valley...an uneasy feeling came over her...Someone watched us coming here, we need to move now

"Brianna, hurry, we must move...I think someone know where we are...drink this, it's a feather potion, and it will prevent us from leaving marks in the ground", she wishpered...and then downed the entire potion, slowly walking in a manner that would prevent her from being seen by anyone...sake for Brianna.

OOC: Ah, safe...no one knows where we are now...

Aaron Christophe
Penne's Camp

Aaron reached for a peace of meat, and began tearing at it as crazed as a starved wolf. However soon he realized Penne's last question.

"In all honesty sir, I haven't a clue where we are.. I was raised in that village over.. there.." Aaron pointed one way, "Or maybe it.. no.." He had no idea.

Planting his head into his hands, he mumbled in a muffled voice, "I have no idea.."

Penne
Camp

"Well, then the next question is, do you know where you want to go?" asked Penne. He continued chewing on the meat. It tasted foul. The was a very light snow in the are now, as though the heavier clouds passed, and sunshine was on the way.

Arygon followed the footprints along, hoping to catch up with the women. So that it would be easier to watch to see if anything attacked them. Unfortunatly, the footprints ended and there was a bottle off to the side, probably a feather, levitation, or another form of transportation, Arygon was miffed that once again he started with good intentions, and they had run away from him. He walked in the general dircrection that the footprints were going.

OOC: He's going to get lost

Aaron Christophe
Penne's Camp

"Go?.. I.. don't know.." He nearly spilled his story but caught himself, "I can't back home.. Thats for sure."

Aaron thought to himself, silently calculating answers in his head to his next question, "Uh.. Would you mind if I.. tag along with you for a while? If only to pay you back for your kindness?"

Penne
Camp

"Oh... yes, well, yes but... well nevermind, yes you can, yes," said Penne, caught off guard a little. "I mean, I suppose you could be of help, people around here definitely look down on bosmer, and until I resupply my potion collection and quiver I'm afraid I'm pretty defenseless. Speaking of which, I believe there are three native trees around here that with their leaves combined make a pretty strong potion of paralysis, which I need for my arrows so keep your eye out."

Flint Ironwood, Gorrmund's camp.

Flint was getting increasingly impatient. In the end he couldn't handle it anymore.
,,Alright, I'm going to take a look. I'll be right back." He said. He then cast his favourite traveling spell and soared up into the air with a giant leap. If he had aimed his jump right, which he usually did, he should land quite close to where those people he'd detected with his detection spell had been.




(Flint is coming to the rescue! Unfortunaetly, it will be too late for Jadier.)

Arygon wandered forward looking for resuming trails, footprints, anything! Arygon looked up at the trees, covered with snow, and got an idea. He climbed the tree, and hopped from branch to branch, made it to the top, blanced carefully, and looked out above the trees. He could see hills in the distance. He could also see some boulders shaped properly for spending time under without being exposed to the weather. He hopped from his tree to the next and went in the same direction he had been going but this time with the view of being an extra 20 feet in the air. He would see them soon enough.

Deagan, Cave

Deagan slowly continued forward a ways until he could see the cave entrance, he turned to Rahvin and Esethir.

He looked down at his feet near the cave entrance, the snow had died down a bit and there were fresh tracks leading away from the cavern.

What do we have here?

"I'll go in and check the cave...you might want to follow these tracks and find who made them...we can't have anyone running about making things difficult for us." Deagan said respectfully to the other assassins

Deagan slowly crept deeper into the cave until he saw a man standing near the bottom with a blade ready, waiting.

Ah...Jadier is a brave man...makes things easier...

He walked down to meet him in plain sight before drawing his blade from the cloth pouch on his belt slowly.

"You are a fool to wait for me Jadier...brave but foolish..." Deagan said plainly before moving closer

He moved in within arm's length and stepped out quickly, smiling and waiting for Jadier to attack.

Arygon hopped from tree to tree, but he was still unable to find them, prehaps thier under something Arygon thought to himself. He jumped to a lower branch, looked around, and seeing nowhere to hide in the area, he climbed back up. Arygon was wondering quite a bit, How did they get away so fast?

Flint Ironwood, nearing Jadier's cave.

As Flint's jump approached its end, he prepared for the landing while looking around. He could see a cave not too far away and there were two people standing outside, weapons drawn.

,,Well, lookie here. They're the assassins. Knowing the damn pride of these Nords, I bet that Jadier has told those women to leave while he remained behind to fight. Now I'm sorry, but I will have to spoil the party." Flint muttered as he cast both an invisibility and feather spell. Softly, he landed at the entrance of the cave without leaving a sound or a dent in the snow. He hopped inside and crept in deeper.

"I hope that fool is still alive. It was stupid to just run away."



(Ok, Flint will arrive just in time to see Jadier die. He won't interrupt the fight or anything. Does Jadier have a trinket Flint can take to Gorrmund, like a ring that shows he is the lord?)

Brianna, hiding with Telina

The feather-potion they had drunk, made them able to move without leaving any footprints. Brianna was sure someone was after them but couldn´t tell for sure. It was dark and cloudy....that could be good but also bad......

"Telina! I´m lost, I haven´t the slightest clue where we are, we have to get to Gorrmund, and immediately that is, please Telina use your famous Dunmerii Nose now and lead us to your beloved one"

Rahvin

Rahvin agreed and pulled Esethir along to hunt down the two that got away.

"So..." he paused, realizing that he never caught the altmer's name. "So, uh....altmer...what exactly happened in Jadier's bedroom?"

Jadier, Cave

Jadier wished he had his claymore; it would have definately given him an advantage when it came to range. But, he had to deal with his stolen shortsword.

Jadier shrugged. "We do waht we have to." he answered as he drew his shortsword and began circling the assassin.

Deagan, Inner Cave

Deagan shrugged and stepped forward giving out a sharp stab toward Jadier intending to miss him.

"I suppose...nothin' personal..." Deagan said with a quick stab

For a few minutes he played with the lord, his death shouldn't be completely predictable...when he least expected it he would actually launch his attack.

He continued to step in and out of range of Jadier's blade throwing the occasional blow in and still circling the entire time. Deagan intentionally released attacks that Jadier would be able to stop in order to appear inexperienced until the moment he was ready to finish.

Deagan swung over his head quickly and then stepped back out of range, he grew bored and impatient with playing with Jadier so he began to actually try to hit the lord.

He moved in extremely close and used his body to push Jadier back toward the cave wall, trying to hold the lord's arm to keep him from stabbing him.

OOC: Your move.

Jadier

Deagan had succeeded in pinning his arm down, and Jadier could no longer grip his sword. It fell loudly to the ground, out of his reach.

Seeing no other alternative, he kneed the assassin in the groin to push him away and dove for his sword, but it was still too far away....

Deagan, Cave

That filthy little...

Deagan held his groin and dropped his sword, he stumbled to where Jadier had landed after diving for his blade, he put his foot on his back and held him to the floor. He stepped a few more feet and kicked the sword further away before grabbing Jadier and drawing back as far as he could, punching him repeatedly in the face.

"Now that...wasn't...very nice..."Deagan said between punches

He reached for his boot and drew his dagger, slowly bringing it down toward Jadier in an attempt to stab him.

OOC: Since he's not really your character and he's meant to die I hope you didn't mind me beating him a little bit without permission.