[quote=Hukai The Wandering](Ooc: Sorry, I'm late!)

[quote]Sel thought for a second, forcing himself to focus through the pain. He decided to find out just how long this altmer had been gone.
"We are in the city of Cyrodiil," he began with truth, "And our Emperor's name is Tiber Septim - we are in the third era." Sel knew the man could not possobly be that old, but decided to see how crazy this powerful man was.

OOC: tiber is NOT the emperor. sel is being semi-dumb, trying to throw off the mage.

lonewolf, i dont think it really messes anything up, but Sel never told any of you guys his name, so i guess i will edit the post where Sel said \"now isnt the time for introductions\" or whatever he said.

Arcyatk stood for a moment, considering the man that layed before him. "I think you're lying." With that, hs took his left index finger and stabbed Sel in the forehead with it. His growing powers searing a small, irrepable hole. "I warned you. Unless you want to start losing limbs and...other parts, I suggest you had be more cooperative." The high elf stood up and made his way over to the glassy black throne. He sat. "Now, for you sake," Arcyatk snapped his figners thus producing two rats on either side of Sel. "The rest of your information had better be the truth."[/quote]

"Why do you imprison me in some weird magical sphere just to ask general questions?" Sel began, "You could have just walked up to me and asked!"

OOC: what is the current emperor" lol. its uriel right?

[quote=MerGirl]Nodding wearly, but still a bit wary of the Redguard, Celia whispered, "Are you going to hit me?" She was used to getting slapped or punished by her elders whenever she wandered off without notice.[/quote]

"I'll hit him if he hits ya," Fenris intoned, "Aint 'sposed to hit ladies, 'least thats how i've been taught," he nodded to himself. "Even rogues like me got some honor."

[quote=MerGirl]Nodding wearly, but still a bit wary of the Redguard, Celia whispered, "Are you going to hit me?" She was used to getting slapped or punished by her elders whenever she wandered off without notice.[/quote]
"Don't be foolish Celia, why would i want to hit you? You've done nothing wrong@ Jonacin said to the frightened looking Altmer

"Ahh don´t get upset boys," Serene laughed as she stretched out on the bed, "C´mon Celia get a bit of rest now you´ll need it."

"Are we safe now do you think Jonacin and Fenris?"

"It's hard to say. I looks like there's nothing around, but we can't really be sure" said Jonacin. "We should be on the lookout for anything hostile"

"Well, the city all gone to pieces, i don't think anywhere near or in this place is safe, the only virtue of the city is the Enemies have to come from specific directions, out in the forest it could come from anywhere," Fenris said. He shrugged.

Arco slowly recovered after the fight against the two beasts... He saw many new people he hadn't seen at least what he knew, his left I was still a little blurry but the healing hand helped him much... He leaned the two scimitars against the wall before slowly taking of the almost totally disintegrated armor...

"I... I guess we haven't met?" Arco as he reach out for air and looked up at Fenris and Celia... He gave off a little smile.. "Didn't think I was going to die after killing two fearsom creatures from Oblivion..." he said out calmly knowing it was really good defeating the demons from Oblivion, but he kept looking on his armor. It would need a really good craftman to fix, just as the scimitars..

"Well, you're not dead, now," she pointed out softly. Noticing the red eyes of the man, she was relieved that he was a Dunmer, not a charred Imperial of some sort. "Oh, I'm Celia..." She glanced at his broken armor. "Who are you?" She asked, curious, glancing at his tattoo and the general look of his face, for she has not seen a lot of Dunmer in her lifetime.

"You can just call me Arco..." Arco said softly nodding before looking through his armor, taking out some equipment..

"I need a good craftsman... to fix this armor and my scimitars, damn!" he said getting a little angry 'cause his scimitars where almost broken in half.. "Guess I need to use the rest of my money on... enchanting that even better" Arco said before he slowly rised taking his scimitars and the armor, taking it in his sack that was on the floor...

"Need to enchant them with cold damage I see..." he said, before looking down at his broken arm.. "Guess that can be fixed later.." and gave of a little laughter "Well thanks anyway for what you have done... Not everyone can heal such wounds as I had"

She patted his good arm. "There, there. I'm sure we can get it fixed..." She paused, hearing a noise outside, "... if we get out of here alive, that is..."

She heard something scratching against the door. Or at least, she thought she heard it. "Do you hear something?"

"I'll go and check it..." Arco said, taking up one of his scimitars - Shadowfall. He took on the armor that was not disitegrated and started walking done, looking at his left arm. He was glad it wasn't his right...

She became a bit more awake when the Dunmer started moving towards the door. Grabbing the Dunmer's good arm, she protested, "But you're injured!"

"I've been through many fights injured... and alone" Arco admitted "...and now I'm even not alone" he said before going up to the door..

(OOC: Off for the gym now, Be back around... 19 GMT)

Joncain could see that despite his terrible injuries, Arco was going outside again. "Don't be a fool Arco, you're in no condition to be doing anything. Now sit down and get some rest. Me and Fenris can handle this"

"See, Acro, you don't have to fight now." Celia nudged the Dunmer, hoping he will sit back down again. "Mister Nord will protect us, I am quite sure of that... So will you please settle down?" She sighed in relief. The scratching sounds had subsided. However, she could hear shouts and screams, as well as screeches and loud rumblings coming from outside... But she was far too tired to notice...

"Damn't!" angered by the swelling of Deadra Darius called out something, "Corrudus, Falco, Jonus! TO me! Let's fight our way out of this!" They three were the largest and the strongest out of the Dragon Riders, incredibly strong, yet still devoted till death.

"Falx take about half the men and take cover, I'll take the other half and we'll meet up later!" His voice could barely be heard over the screams and wails of the death around them.

"If we don't hurry, I won't have any men take cover with!" Calmly shouted Falx
"Well stop ye jibbering then and get moving!" Darius yelled red faced

Out of the 50 knights that entered the city only about 37 remained thus far.

"Charge! Charge untill you make it to that cathedral over there!" Falx pointed in the distance to a temple of the Nine Divines. In his head he thought that surely the gods would help him, but they were silent.

The Knights charge over the Deadric Servants, their metal plates giving them greater protection yet causing little loss to movement. A beast clawed at Falx but he parried it, sliced off it's arm, and then stabbed it in the neck. He spit on the body, now fading back into Oblivion.

His soldiers were making progress, not but several meters seperated them from the church. Occasionaly a few fell to the weak attacks from the beasts that seemed to be named Clanfears. But the biggest shock came with the trembling of the ground.

Out of the ground shot a beast the resembled a overlarge guar that look as though it hadn't been fed in weeks. What rode atop it was far worse though, a Dremora Lord.

Most of the Knights made it into the cathedral, but about 4 including Falx were cut off outside.

The Dreadric beasts circled in around them and Falx on heard one of the soldiers pipe up, "Well, it's been a helluva life, what better way to die than in the midst of battle?"

Falx grinned and the deadric servants charged. Now it was truly a battle royal, hacking and slashing everywhere. For every one beast the Knights would kill 10 would fill its spot. One by one the Knights were cut down, mostly the inexperienced first, them finally even the ones that had been on more campaigns than he had fingers.

"It's over.." Channler thought, "This is where I will die"

He was the only one left. The deadric servants made another circle around the lone Falx this time. He braced himself for the inecitable attack, but it didn't come. Instead the Dremora Lord stepped into the circle. In it's hand he held a Deadric Claymore, and only wore the armor of feiry evil.

"You will die.." The only words it said, then it charged.

A strike was made to Falx's chest, but he blocked it with his sword. The immense weight of the sword could be felt as it whittled done on the imperial broadsword. The Dremora raised it's sword up into the air, about ready to make another attack, but Falx quickly saw it's mistake and move in stabbing it in the stomach.

The creature looked at him and laughed. It was eery only because he had no mouth which to laugh from, instead it seems that it was created in Falx's head. He pulled out his sword from the beast and watched it as it burned.

Falx readied for another attack, he needed help..

Arco looked at Joncain, Fenris and Celia... He didn't want to walk away, because he was wounded...

"I dont have nothing to lose if I die, and these boys need someone to cover their back... I'll stay back covering them" Arco demanded reading his sword before touching Celia on the shoulder "I've been in fights before in these conditions, I know how to act" he said before he looked over to Joncain and Fenris...

"Well what are we waiting for...?" Arco said before strapping some rope from his sack around his left arm so the bones would stay in place, he needed his arm to at least be free to gain balanced in fights...

Serene woke up hearing the others talk about leaving, she noticed Arco was in pain from his broken arm .She also suspected he was going to stay behind as the others went away.No way she´d allow that..in this case it was important to stay together, so she took off her belt and also took out a blue vial from her backpack.

"Arco", she said, "first drink this then let me see your arm again"

The Dunmer downed the potion and almost immediately felt the pain diminish.

Serene wrapped her broad leather-belt around Arco´s arm stabilising the wound.
"now then, you follow if we leave, you can lean on me and if the pain is too unbearable i´ll give you another of those potions...hmm actually made them myself, pretty efficient wouldn´t you say?"

"So, comrades what now?" Serene looked at her friends for an answer when that scratching sound was heard again....

"Thanks Serene, so... This takes to long time lets move on" Arco said after he nodded to Serene...

"I'll go out and scout around, see what's going on outside. I'll eb back soon with any news" said Jonacin.

[quote=Dantrag]"Why do you imprison me in some weird magical sphere just to ask general questions?" Sel began, "You could have just walked up to me and asked!" [/quote]

Arcyatk looked at his rebeious prinsoner. "I think that you are forrgeting you place." His mouth twisted into an evil grin. "Mabye it's time that you learned some manners."

With that, Arcyatk turned and walked through a door in/on/at(?) the side of the hall. Darkness flooded the area as the doors shut behind him and now, more rats, shalks, and other small animal now started to pour into the room, all heading for Sel.

Fenris almost smirked. "Must of been one hell of a fire you got caught in Dark Elf," he said. "Normally your type is highly resistant to any fire attack."

Still tired, Celia nearly nodded off, but she listened intently to the group's general plans. "All right, I'll help Acro..." She dug into her sack and took out her one-handed hammer, and then stood beside Acro, prepared to defend him in case of trouble. "And I still have a bit of healing magic and a small supply ingredients left, just incase you guys get hurt," she glanced down at Acro, "or more hurt..." She smiled shyly.

"Fenris, Jonacin...Shall we go"? Serene was prepared now, she had regained her strength and magicka and was ready to fight anything and anyone...

Jonacin could hear the sounds of fighting coming from a nearby cathedral. running to it in case he could be of aid, he saw a lone knight surrounded by daedra and fighting what appeared to bea losing battle against a dremora. He drew his katana, set his shield and, screaming a battlecry, charged teh deadrci ranks from behind. His urprise assault caught them off guard, and he cut his way through to the knight before any of them could react to his arrival.
"Looks like you could use some help" he said merrily to the knight, "and i can't be letting you have all the fun". Upon saying this, he suddenly turned and slashed his katana through the dremora's torso, and it erupted into flame after the lethal blow struck.

"I think he left already," Celia said timidly. "Er, Serene, do you have experience in offensive spells?" She blushed. "All I have is my weapon and healing skills..."

[quote=Hukai The Wandering][quote=Dantrag]"Why do you imprison me in some weird magical sphere just to ask general questions?" Sel began, "You could have just walked up to me and asked!" [/quote]

Arcyatk looked at his rebeious prinsoner. "I think that you are forrgeting you place." His mouth twisted into an evil grin. "Mabye it's time that you learned some manners."

With that, Arcyatk turned and walked through a door in/on/at(?) the side of the hall. Darkness flooded the area as the doors shut behind him and now, more rats, shalks, and other small animal now started to pour into the room, all heading for Sel.[/quote]

"Damn you!" he yelled, even though the mage was long gone. Sel felt the mad mage's paralyzation spell wearing off, but there was still the issue of the shackles.

He had enough length in the chain to reach up and feel the twin amulets hanging from his neck. One was warm, the other ice cold. He remembered when he had them made by a Telvanni mage. It had cost him thousands of gold coins, but had saved him and his sister, Vysi, many times. The warmth represented his life. The cold represented his dead sister's. the amulets were connected to each other, allowing one person to teleport to the other wearing the amulet when needed.

Too bad you won't help me out of this one, Sis. He thought to his sister as the rodents came closer. You'll kick me right out of Oblivion when you find out I was killed by rats. he mused.

He wondered what would happen....

Smiling to himself for his cleverness, he ripped the chain holding his sister's amulet, and threw it. (As far as he could with a foot long chain attached to his wrist) when it landed, he closed his eyes and quickly activated his, hoping the fact that his sister was dead wouldn't alter anything. He opened his eyes, and sighed with relief. He reached for his sword at his hip, but realized it wasn't there. He cursed his luck and snatched up the amulet on the floor. When the animals got closer, he ran. He ran through the twisted, dark corridors, looking for an escape from the strange place.

He came to a room full of mirrors, but none showed reflections of the room he was in. Sel looked into the one nearest to him, and saw a battle between fierce daedra and imperial knights. Not particularly liking either side, he began looking into different ones.

OOC: long I know. sorry.

[quote=MerGirl]"I think he left already," Celia said timidly. "Er, Serene, do you have experience in offensive spells?" She blushed. "All I have is my weapon and healing skills..."[/quote]

Ah Celia dear! i know of quite a few offensive spells if i may say so....you did notice my blast of frost earlier? and i know a few more.....

maybe we should do something?

Then she notice Jonacin run out shouting something about helping....so she sets off after him taking out one of those blue vials she always carries with her.

"Jonacin! do you need help, where are you? Serene was a bit disoriented and hesitated for a moment

Jonacin dimly heard Serene calling him over the din of the fierce battle. "Over here Serene! Follow the sounds of the battel, you can't miss it!" he cried as he fended off attacks, returning them with visous ripostes. Many daedra fell beneath his blade, but there was always more to take their place

[quote=LoneWolf]Jonacin could hear the sounds of fighting coming from a nearby cathedral. running to it in case he could be of aid, he saw a lone knight surrounded by daedra and fighting what appeared to bea losing battle against a dremora. He drew his katana, set his shield and, screaming a battlecry, charged teh deadrci ranks from behind. His urprise assault caught them off guard, and he cut his way through to the knight before any of them could react to his arrival.
"Looks like you could use some help" he said merrily to the knight, "and i can't be letting you have all the fun". Upon saying this, he suddenly turned and slashed his katana through the dremora's torso, and it erupted into flame after the lethal blow struck.[/quote]

Falx grunted at the arrivals comment, he had already slain one dremora lord, why not another. But the will to survive surpassed all. Falx tore off his helm. It was unbearably hot in the steel armor.

Back to back the two fought, but even their combined powers couldn't possibly slay several hundred monsters. Still they fought on, cutting and slicing anything that moved in half. And then Falx remebered all the Knights in the cathedral.

"Hurry stranger! We must slay those beasts at the doors of the temple! Once they are clear my Knights will emerge to help us!" Falx hated having to request this strangers help even more so than he hated having to depend on the Knights for support. With a nod the stanger followed Falx through the battle, to the doors of the cathedral.

"What are you waiting for then, lets go!" shouted Jonacin, slashing his sword at the enemies in front of him, causing them to leap backwards. They had become wary of his blade, no longer throwing themselves suicidally at him. He leapt into the opening left behind, and then cut down several more, clearing a path towards the cathedral doors. "Come on then stranger, if you want to clear the cathedral doors, you might want to start moving towards them!" he shouted merrily.

[quote=LoneWolf]"What are you waiting for then, lets go!" shouted Jonacin, slashing his sword at the enemies in front of him, causing them to leap backwards. They had become wary of his blade, no longer throwing themselves suicidally at him. He leapt into the opening left behind, and then cut down several more, clearing a path towards the cathedral doors. "Come on then stranger, if you want to clear the cathedral doors, you might want to start moving towards them!" he shouted merrily.[/quote]

"honoured user" Falx muttered under his breath. He cut the throat of one of the beast and ran over several more getting to the doors. He glanced over at the mystery women that just appeared and lost his guard. One creature jumped on his back and another grapped his sword.

"Grr.." Falx threw the one off his back, and then preceded to enclave the face of the one on his arm with his fist. He turned around and looked at the other and threw his helmet at its face.
"Wonderful, you got blood all over my helmet..." he said to the creature.

The beasts were atttacking with a greater vigour now, hundreds swarmed and were throwing themselves at the two now.

(OOC: Just so you know there isn't like 20-30 or them, more like 200-300 of them, not alot of room to work with, and their about the size of clanfearers...)

"All right, Acro. Here we go!" Celia ran next to Acro, hoping she doesn't collapse from exhaustion.

She slammed the nearest demon with her hammer, wincing at the cracking sound of hammer making contact and cringing at the blood splurting out. However, two more demons noticed and started rushing towards Celia and Acro. "Oh, no!" she squeaked.

As they got closer to the cathedral doors, the enemies got fiercer and thicker. Jonacin's initial charge had been slowed to a crawl, with enemies coming in from all sides. He blocked most of the attacks, but several still got through, and his armour was rent open in some places, blood pouring freely from the wounds. He attacked teh enemy with renewed fury, determined to get to the cathedral doors or to die trying, and if he was going to die, he was going to damn well make sure he took a lot of the enemy with him

Arco leaped in front of Celia as the two demons came charging in... He raised his blade as the two demons came slashing in full rage. As they came in Arco tumble under the first hit and slashing around severing its hard spine. He leaped up and came down taking it with his scimitar craying out slashing straight down between the burning eyes of the demon. It cried out in pain as a inferno stood out of its wound, Arco swung around parring the blow from the other demon. He went down low dodging another blow before slashing loose at its stomach and tumbled around again...

The pain in the left arm came back, but he only gave of a little grin before slashing down at the neck of the creature. Shadowfall (his scimitar) slashed down at the creatures neck, and it followed with a thrust against its head... The creature fell down as Arco looked up at Celia for a moment after killing the two creatures, before clapping her on the shoulder and started running off against the cathedral...

"Lets see if need help" Arco he said as rushed against Jonacin and the Knight near the cathedral...

She nodded. "Right!" She ran alongside Acro, hoping to catch up with the others at cathedral. She glanced at Acro's arm. "Do you need help with that or do you think your arm can survive another few demons?" She glanced around. "I think the demons are dwindling..." She slammed her hammer against another wayward demon, who had been limping towards them.

"I think it can survive, if I managed to dodge those blows coming for it" Arco said as he ran up against the cathedral, the streets was almost empty now and most of the demons were just outside or inside the cathedral...

"It seems that you've got some friends too" Falx shouted over the sound of battle. He bashed a deadra's skull with the hilt of his sword.

Distancing himself the strangers Falx decided it was time to unleash some hell. After slicing off another arm he came to a stop and let the deadra attack him.

Falx grunted and nearly cried over the pain but he knew it was needed, just a bit longer, he felt something peirce his leg, "Gahh!" let out a little cry of pain.

It was time.

Aided by some magic he possesed, Falx went into a bloodlust and went about slaughtering everything that moved around him. One swing of his sword downed at least three 3 deadra, but several more jumped on his sword arm and ripped it from his grip.

Falx, finding his sheild now useless flung it into the crowd and crush several of the creatures. He continued to wrestle them and beat them untill they bled dry. He felt no pain, but saw a vision, one of a fair lady standing upon a cliff and the twilight hours. Then he saw a sorcerer, evil, twisted, tormented, all those came to mind when he looked over him. In an instant his vision was transfered to Cyrodil, at the capitol. It was then he looked at the temple of the Nine Divines and noticed himself! He saw himself fighting! It scared him for he knew not what was going on, he was coming out of his blood lust!

Then a calm soothing voice cried, "No my warrior, hold strong, be valiant! You must fight back the servants of oblivion and survive to fufill the task I have for you! Your beloved city will fall, many will die, and your gods will be silent, but be strong, for I have faith in your power."

Falx came out of dream but was laying on the ground defending himself from the deadra attacks, one arm was being pulled by a stranger towards the cathedral. They had gotten the doors open! More deadra rushed towards the opened doors, they needed to hurry! Falx thought, "If we don't get in the cathedral then we will all perish!"

(OOC: The doors are open, and someone is pulling me towards them.. PS: that dream was from Azura) PSPS: I try'd to make it more clear

Celia stopped and watched as the demons scrambled through the open doors. "Oh, no! What's going on?" She saw a knight being pulled towards the open door, and she ran towards the cathedral, hoping she could pull him back in time...

Joncain saw the knight go into a crazed bloodlust, losing his sword and shield and attacking the demons with his bare hands. He was being swarmed under. Jonacin grabbed him by the arm, and began draggin him towards the doors of the cathedral, which had been opened by someone

Arco rushed in running as fast as he could, he ran past some of the demons. His swift and gentle movment was unnoticed until he leaped out of the crowd of demons landing and tumbling smoothly up by Joncain's side as two demons came in hard against Falx, Arco jumped on them knocking both of them right to the ground with his left shoulder. The pain was like several stings by daggers into his flesh, but he didn't stop neither did he open his mouth as he he unleashed two strikes to the creatures throats and moving back covering Jonacin and Falx...

Arco closed his eyes hard in the pain of his left arm, but he wouldn't let the brave knight fall...

"Carry him or what ever, get him in I will cover you!" Arco demanded as he cried out to Joncain... while dodging and counter attacking the flaming creatures...

Because Arco was covering his back, Jonacin could now devote all his attention to getting the knight to teh cathedral, instead of spending more time fighting off demons. He heaved the knight over his shoulder and broke into a jog. When he reached teh doors of teh cathedrl, he was met with a scene of such horror that even he, battle hardened and used to seeing mangled bodies, retched. The knights who had been in there were torn to shreds, those that weren't shmabling zombies, at any rate

Celia caught up with Acro, and was relieved that it was Jonacin who was dragging the knight away from the battle. However, she noticed Jonacin had stopped at the doors of the cathedral, looking a bit sick.

Worried, Celia eventually got to him, and asked, "Jonacin, what's wrong---" The words couldn't come out, and Celia felt her breath taken away as she surveyed the inside of the cathedral: Bodies, blood, shredded pieces of skin, and nasty-looking zombie knights ambling around and moaning... "Oh, my gosh..."

However, she tried to stay calm, for Jonacin's benefit as well as her own.
She glanced down at Jonacin. "Are you all right?"

"I'll be fine", said Jonacin. "Can you look this guy over? He was going hand to hand with the demons for a while"
He then frew his sword and walked warily into the cathedral, his eyes scanning the shadows for anything hostile. As he crossed the threshold, the zombies turned and began shambling towards him, weapons at the ready. Jonacin set his shield and charged them, his sword slicing through ruined armour and into the undead flesh beneath. Several zombies fell beneath his intial onslaught, but sheer weight of numbers was driving him back. :Help me out here!" he yelled back to the others

Sel looked in each mirror as he passed them, seeing many things. There would be a beautiful meadow in one mirror, and a burning village in the next, then there might be another battle of some sort. Sel continued on and saw the prison he was kept in in one of the mirrors - his green-glowing sword lying on the ground. Curious, he poked the mirror with his index finger.

There was nothing there. It was as if he had stuck his finger through a doorway. Not remembering any doorway in his prison, he figured it only went one way. Using his newly found teleportation the dropped his sisters amulet at his feet and walked through the mirror.

He felt dizzy after walking through the magical mirror, but shook it off. He snatched his sword off the ground and put it away in its scabbard. Sel activated his amulet's magic and appeared back in the mirror room. He picked up his amulet's twin and looked for the best mirror to make his escape through.

The young dark elf worked his way back through the mirrored room, looking carefully at each one to see if he knew any of the places shown. Sel stopped when he saw the same battle he had seen at first. Only this time, the same people that were in that small house were there. the imperial mage, the altmer healer, they were all there. He inhaled and threw his sword into a demon that crossed before jumping into the magic mirror.

OOC: yes magic mirrors are lame, had to get out somehow...

"In a moment, Jona!" Celia set down her sack next to the knight, and quickly mixed together a homemade potion, while occasionally whacking a few demons who dared to interrupt her work. Finally, she stirred the mixture and put it against the knight's lips. "Drink it--" She grew nervous. Hopefully he was still alive enough to hear and obey. "Please, drink it right now!" she begged him, her voice cracking.

Arco ran into the fight, he started slashing loose with Shadowfall - Its fine enchanted edge took down many of the dead knights, but Arco needed to dodge much of the blows. He was used to parry with his left hand, but it couldn't be done now...

Two knights came in hard with their spears, Arco dodged the first but the second came right in and hit him in the broken arm. He leaned left as he shouted out before cutting of the spear, making the edge standing in the arm before leaping out and slashing up its throat and tripping it before setting he sword right into the wind pipe...

"We need Serene, we need a fire ball!" Arco cried out to Celia demanding her to find Serene as he grabbed the broken spear edge sitting in his wound before throwing it right at a zombie, setting in a attack slashing of both of its arms before moving across cutting its neck...

The zombies started pushing Jonacin and Arco against the corner near the north end of the tower (Doors is at the south end). Arco knew it could be the end, he kept slashing loose but he knew that they could get out of the corner now alive... Arco spinned his scimitar around controlled, keeping the zombies at a distance as he thought out a way of getting out of there...

Sel noticed the altmer healer trying to get a potion down a redguard's throat. He dislodged his sword from the demon's chest and ran to her.

"Need any help?" he asked the young altmer as he lopped the head off of another demon that had gotten too close for his comfort.

(OOC: um, Dantrag, I'm pretty sure Celia's trying to pour a potion down an
Imperial's throat...)

"Ugh! I said, in a moment, Jona!" Her temper was starting to flare a bit. She yelled loudly, "Serene, where are you?!" Celia tried to put the knight's head up, so she could try to pour the contents into his mouth. She glanced at the Dunmer next to her. "Yes, please. Either help me pour this potion down his throat, help Jonacin or Acro, or get Selene, I mean, Serene, over here. Just--Just make yourself useful!" She frowned and concentrated on opening the Imperial's mouth, and positioning the potion over it.

Serene peered out of the door in the hideout-house....she thought she heard someone yelling her name, and the word "fire-ball"

So she formed the words in her head...."Exuro meus Hostilis" as she sneaked out the door and into the shadows...