Dalrus, Chorrol Party
Dalrus gave Jonathan a reassuring look and suddenly rose from her hiding place. Electricity flowed around her, and her hair was waving wildly as electric shocks seemed to writhe through them. Her firey emerald eyes became focused and powerful looking. "Eck nol biau ne osh!" she shouted as lightning shot from her palm towards Karn.
The Silhouette, Forest near the Morrowind border
A dark figure sat on his midnight black horse. The horse was not a normal one, abnormally large and not well groomed, it seemed to have anger in it's eyes. The horse alone would be a scary site and it was much more menacing with the hooded figured with black metal gauntlets sitting on it's back. The figure had purple glowing eyes at night, though during the day these were invisible. He sat looking over Cyrodiil not with a smile, for he never showed emotion, plus you would not be able to see it anyway, but with a steel gaze. Six more of these figures sat on their horses near him, all identicle by their black cloaks, however, the Silhouette had something they did not, his morning star mace. He was about six foot nine, two inches taller than the others, and he spoke with more evil, though they all sounded similar.
"Bring me an army" he said in the most horrible voice. His voice was half whisper half hiss, and it was one of the most terrifying voices ever. The six other Möldåirê hissed in reply to his order and road off in different directions, black shadows through the forest.
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QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Nov 7 2006, 10:06 PM) 
Flogir
"Why is it that I never get to go to any of the nice parties? What seems to be going on here, sir?" he said, trying to make light the situation.
Jonathan Constantine
"Damned if I know... Bad blood between those two possibly." He motioned over towards the Imperial, "Bloody wonderful if I didn't get in the middle of..." Jonathan began to notice Dalrus.. seemingly glow, electricity rippled across her toned body and lashed out towards the figure upon the buildings.
"Hmm, someone just got a whole lot more attractive.."
Flogir
Flogir followed the Breton's motion to an Imperial, staring off in the distance, his face deep in concentration. Flogir could tell the man was not happy with the situation at all, but yet he still expressed determination.
"Well it definately seems he knows something..." Flogir mused while maintaining his cover. He had no idea where the attacker was at the moment so he thought this would be the best thing to do at the moment.
He then noticed out of the corner of his eye the light emanating from the waitress that worked at the Lokken Tavern. Upon hearing the Breton's remark, Flogir chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder heartily.
"Well, if either the two of us had a chance, it would likely be you. I'm far too old for a lass like that. Now if you'll excuse me..." Flogir said, quickly making his way towards the Imperial to figure out the situation.
Flogir followed the Breton's motion to an Imperial, staring off in the distance, his face deep in concentration. Flogir could tell the man was not happy with the situation at all, but yet he still expressed determination.
"Well it definately seems he knows something..." Flogir mused while maintaining his cover. He had no idea where the attacker was at the moment so he thought this would be the best thing to do at the moment.
He then noticed out of the corner of his eye the light emanating from the waitress that worked at the Lokken Tavern. Upon hearing the Breton's remark, Flogir chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder heartily.
"Well, if either the two of us had a chance, it would likely be you. I'm far too old for a lass like that. Now if you'll excuse me..." Flogir said, quickly making his way towards the Imperial to figure out the situation.
Ian
Suddenly there were plenty of people that seemed ready to fight. Note to self: pay more attention to 'normal' folk Ian berated himself. At least I have that back up now, but none of them look like stealth specialists. Oh well, I can't really complain.... Ian snapped his fingers and two bound daggers appeared in the air as Ian caught them. He's on the roof of that on tower in the main square! He yelled telepathically to the others..... I hope they know what their arts like I do, he mused.......
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Karn
Karn shook with anticipation, ah, look how they all arrayed against me. Then there was a flash of lightning from that one girl which he sidestepped. Not bad, but can you fight hand-to-hand as well as cast spells? He burst of the tower and landed in the road to look over his opponents...... "This will be fun," He muttered aloud, as he stabbed a guard who tried to sneak up on him...... Better luck next time......
Suddenly there were plenty of people that seemed ready to fight. Note to self: pay more attention to 'normal' folk Ian berated himself. At least I have that back up now, but none of them look like stealth specialists. Oh well, I can't really complain.... Ian snapped his fingers and two bound daggers appeared in the air as Ian caught them. He's on the roof of that on tower in the main square! He yelled telepathically to the others..... I hope they know what their arts like I do, he mused.......
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Karn
Karn shook with anticipation, ah, look how they all arrayed against me. Then there was a flash of lightning from that one girl which he sidestepped. Not bad, but can you fight hand-to-hand as well as cast spells? He burst of the tower and landed in the road to look over his opponents...... "This will be fun," He muttered aloud, as he stabbed a guard who tried to sneak up on him...... Better luck next time......
Rann
Rann, didn't overhear anything except the commotion outside. He looked towards the door, to make sure nobody was coming in, and when he looked back towards his father and Countess Valga, they were gone. Rahvin was taking her someplace safe. It was his job, after all.
He pulled his katana from its sheath on his back and strode out the door, not seeing Satyana as he passed her.
He walked right into an odd scene. People standing at the ready, with a strange man being their apparent target.
He found himself beside the man that was staring at him earlier. "We may not be on the best of terms, but I would like to know what the hell is going on." he said to him.
Rann, didn't overhear anything except the commotion outside. He looked towards the door, to make sure nobody was coming in, and when he looked back towards his father and Countess Valga, they were gone. Rahvin was taking her someplace safe. It was his job, after all.
He pulled his katana from its sheath on his back and strode out the door, not seeing Satyana as he passed her.
He walked right into an odd scene. People standing at the ready, with a strange man being their apparent target.
He found himself beside the man that was staring at him earlier. "We may not be on the best of terms, but I would like to know what the hell is going on." he said to him.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Nov 7 2006, 11:11 PM)
Rann
Rann, didn't overhear anything except the commotion outside. He looked towards the door, to make sure nobody was coming in, and when he looked back towards his father and Countess Valga, they were gone. Rahvin was taking her someplace safe. It was his job, after all.
He pulled his katana from its sheath on his back and strode out the door, not seeing Satyana as he passed her.
He walked right into an odd scene. People standing at the ready, with a strange man being their apparent target.
He found himself beside the man that was staring at him earlier. "We may not be on the best of terms, but I would like to know what the hell is going on." he said to him.
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan interjected, "Seems his friend over their is in the mood for a party, and not quite the one we were at.." He stopped talking and inched closer to the target gripping his back sword in one hand, absently groping the pommel of his dirk in the other, ready to whip it out in a moments notice.
Flogir
Flogir was quite surprised to hear a voice inside his head telling him where the attacker was. In all of his years of battle, this was a first.
Brushing off the odd sensation, Flogir noticed the Dunmer he met in Bruma, named Sel, appear from out of the castle. Flogir intended to acknowledge him but he noticed that Sel instead asked the Imperial to figure out what was going on. Curious himself, Flogir listened intently as he kept a wary eye on the surroundings.
Flogir was quite surprised to hear a voice inside his head telling him where the attacker was. In all of his years of battle, this was a first.
Brushing off the odd sensation, Flogir noticed the Dunmer he met in Bruma, named Sel, appear from out of the castle. Flogir intended to acknowledge him but he noticed that Sel instead asked the Imperial to figure out what was going on. Curious himself, Flogir listened intently as he kept a wary eye on the surroundings.
Luper Alkad, dealing with clichés.
Luper continued his grin.
,,Well, aren't you lucky that I'm not your average Redguard. You see, I love Magicka." He said before knocking Sodsa of his feet with a wave of Telekinesis. Luper then marched for the door.
,,It's getting late and I want to try out the booze at the party. See you around, shortie."
,,Oh, one more thing. Your pants are on fire." He added after having 'accidentally' flicked a small fireball at the Bosmer.
(The fire isn't anything serious, just a little bit of smoke. I bet that Sodsa is quite angry now though.)
Flint Ironwood, the party.
Flint had remained behind while figuring out whether or not he should change clothes. He decided not to. Now, he was happy for that.
,,What is going on here?" He muttered when he arrived. He cast his jumps spell followed by invisibility and flew up to the castle wall. Once there, he unsheathed his two katanas, the Storm and the Blade. He was aware that he'd turned visible again. It didn't matter. With his hood drawn over his face, he looked exactly like a Dark Brotherhood assassin.
,,The brotherhood of the night has arrived! Pray for your souls, mortals!" He shouted to hopefully get the attention of everyone. If they would start aiming for him, he could always escape. Flint coughed under his breath.
,,Creepy voices are bad for my throat. Now let's hope that no one realizes that a real assassin wouldn't go yelling at people."
Luper continued his grin.
,,Well, aren't you lucky that I'm not your average Redguard. You see, I love Magicka." He said before knocking Sodsa of his feet with a wave of Telekinesis. Luper then marched for the door.
,,It's getting late and I want to try out the booze at the party. See you around, shortie."
,,Oh, one more thing. Your pants are on fire." He added after having 'accidentally' flicked a small fireball at the Bosmer.
(The fire isn't anything serious, just a little bit of smoke. I bet that Sodsa is quite angry now though.)
Flint Ironwood, the party.
Flint had remained behind while figuring out whether or not he should change clothes. He decided not to. Now, he was happy for that.
,,What is going on here?" He muttered when he arrived. He cast his jumps spell followed by invisibility and flew up to the castle wall. Once there, he unsheathed his two katanas, the Storm and the Blade. He was aware that he'd turned visible again. It didn't matter. With his hood drawn over his face, he looked exactly like a Dark Brotherhood assassin.
,,The brotherhood of the night has arrived! Pray for your souls, mortals!" He shouted to hopefully get the attention of everyone. If they would start aiming for him, he could always escape. Flint coughed under his breath.
,,Creepy voices are bad for my throat. Now let's hope that no one realizes that a real assassin wouldn't go yelling at people."
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ Nov 8 2006, 12:14 AM)
Dalrus, Chorrol
"To be honest, I have no idea, however, its a nice excuse to hang out with everyone so it's fine with me." Dalrus was quite confused with everyone. She kissed him on the cheek, was that such a big deal? She had done worse in public a few years ago when she was living in the Imperial City. She rolled her eyes at the people who stared at her and when one asked for ale she replied coldly. "Its in the barrel."
Music was now playing as troubadours and bards sang and played. Dalrus tried to resist having a drink, being sought after by almost every guy in town meant whenever she did something, it was usually talked about. Dalrus did not really mind this attention, if it benefitted her or the bar, or especiall Satyana, however, most of the time it was just talking about something she did in a romantic or general degrading way for her.
She looked around for someone and wished she could have talked with Satyana more, she just had time to give satyana a friendly "Hey Yana, i hope to see you later on in the party."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Nov 8 2006, 05:11 AM)
Rann
Rann, didn't overhear anything except the commotion outside. He looked towards the door, to make sure nobody was coming in, and when he looked back towards his father and Countess Valga, they were gone. Rahvin was taking her someplace safe. It was his job, after all.
He pulled his katana from its sheath on his back and strode out the door, not seeing Satyana as he passed her.
He walked right into an odd scene. People standing at the ready, with a strange man being their apparent target.
He found himself beside the man that was staring at him earlier. "We may not be on the best of terms, but I would like to know what the hell is going on." he said to him.
Satyana, following after Rann, without being seen
Satyana overheard the commotion outside, and hoped the Countess was taken to a safe place. She noticed Rann coming out of the chambers of Her Highness and head towards the scene of the noise.
She followed him just as far from him not to be noticed, and went into the same odd scene as Rann. She put her hand over her mouth and quickly stepped farther into the shadows. She feared that some kind of fight would start soon, and prepared in her mind to cast some healing-spells if necessary.
Dalrus....I hope you are OK....and Rann....be careful...
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Nov 7 2006, 10:11 PM)
Rann
Rann, didn't overhear anything except the commotion outside. He looked towards the door, to make sure nobody was coming in, and when he looked back towards his father and Countess Valga, they were gone. Rahvin was taking her someplace safe. It was his job, after all.
He pulled his katana from its sheath on his back and strode out the door, not seeing Satyana as he passed her.
He walked right into an odd scene. People standing at the ready, with a strange man being their apparent target.
He found himself beside the man that was staring at him earlier. "We may not be on the best of terms, but I would like to know what the hell is going on." he said to him.
Ian
Ian glanced at the Dunmer. "My 'friend' here, is intent on hurting a lot of people for his amusement......" Then after a moment ian felt the need to adress his suspisions. "So, assassin boy, you want to be a hero?" Karn evaluated all of them with cold eyes...... "Be ready for anything." Then, in a quieter voice. "Why didn't I bring my bow?"
Suddenly someone shouted from the castle walls, Ian glanced upward, as did everyone else (Karn included).
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Karn
A young Dunmer in dark clothes stepped beside Ian and whispered something to him. Ian muttered a quiet reply, and the Dunmer nodded slightly. And then some fool was shouting from atop the battlements, odd, one would think the Dark Brotherhood knew how to accomplish silent kills...... Oh, well...
"Seven against one," He shouted. "That seems a little unfair." Then grinning malevolently. "So I shall make it even less equal!" Karn made several rapid hand signs and felt a tearing sensation. He opened his eyes, and beheld six of his carbon copies (each with his power and knowledge). "Now prey," he chuckled. "Face your death."
QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Nov 8 2006, 12:55 AM)
Luper Alkad, dealing with clichés.
Luper continued his grin.
,,Well, aren't you lucky that I'm not your average Redguard. You see, I love Magicka." He said before knocking Sodsa of his feet with a wave of Telekinesis. Luper then marched for the door.
,,It's getting late and I want to try out the booze at the party. See you around, shortie."
,,Oh, one more thing. Your pants are on fire." He added after having 'accidentally' flicked a small fireball at the Bosmer.
(The fire isn't anything serious, just a little bit of smoke. I bet that Sodsa is quite angry now though.)
Sodsa Hekal, Tavern
Sodsa saw the smoke and patted it out. He stood up and his hand made a slight twitch toward his arrows. He stood there and waited for a minute after the Redguard left the tavern and then headed out himself. Sodsa looked around when he got out side and saw the Redguard walking down the road to the party.
"Well, I'm goin' to other way, shouldn't run into him for a while." Sodsa walked down the road to the clothier and counted his gold, "Should be enough for a good pair clothes and maybe a cloak if I'm lucky."
Stepping into the shop, Sodsa walked up to the man behind the counter, "Uh yeah, I'd like to get something a bit more good looking then this." Sodsa signaled to his present ones.
The man behind the counter grimaced and turned to the wall behind him, "So do you want some thing specially tailored or decorative?"
It was Sodsa's turn to grimace, "No, just a good set of clothes will be fine, besides i doubt i have enough money for anything else."
"Suit yourself, changing room's in back, but you'll never get yourself a girl tonight with those clothes."
Sodsa shrugged, "There are things more important than clothes ya know, like staying alive." Sodsa took a mound into the back, leaving the man standing there looking over his expensive silks.
A few minutes later Sodsa came out with a shirt and pants, "This will be good, How much?"
The man looked over the clothes and then looked squarely at Sodsa, "That will be 50 septims."
"What!? 50 septems!? if anything i'd give you 40 for this, and thats generous!"
"Sorry ser, but the price is 50, take it or leave it."
Sodsa sighed and grabbed a cloak from beside the door, make it 55 and throw in the cloak."
The retailer shrugged and nodded as Sodsa threw the coins across the counter. "thank you for your generosity ser."
"Yeah whatever" Sodsa went back in to the back room and changed, tossing his old clothes in his pack. "well now time to join the party." Sodsa headed out the door towards the town square.
Dalrus, Chorrol
Dalrus rolled her eyes when the man sidestepped her attack and gloated. She was merely trying to warn him, and hopefully hit him, though it was not a big deal. With her great supply of magic she needn't worry. She was very comforted to see Satyana standing near, her healing power was very useful and rarely did Dalrus go someplace with out her. She fired off another blast of electricity at the attacker.
The Silhouette, Near lake Canulus
The Silhouette rode through the dense forests of middle-eastern cyrodiil. His horse's hooves were the only noise that could be heard. He came upon a small encampment filled with bandits who had just returned from a raid. Suddenly before he was within one hundred feet of him they were drawn towards him by his power. Those with wicked intentions were naturally drawn to the Silhouette and the rest of the Möldåirê.
"Ccomme to mee!" he said in his whispering voice(keep in mind it sounds like a whisper but can still be loud).
The bandits followed him, they had control of themselves, however, they seemed to have utmost loyalty to him. One bandit, however, was not like the others, Lithnoa, a high elf, did not have a completely wicked heart, he suddenly grabbed a dagger and charged at the Silhouette.
"Fool," the Silhouette said angrily. The man stabbed towards him, however, he was met with the huge morning star of the Silhouette. Lithnoa's entire body was crushed under the huge weight of the mace. The small group of eight bandits follwed the Silhouette as he rode through the forest. They went up into the mountains and there he left them in a large cave, filled with suplies for thousands. Another Möldåirê was coming up into the cave with around one hundred goblins following him.
Dalrus rolled her eyes when the man sidestepped her attack and gloated. She was merely trying to warn him, and hopefully hit him, though it was not a big deal. With her great supply of magic she needn't worry. She was very comforted to see Satyana standing near, her healing power was very useful and rarely did Dalrus go someplace with out her. She fired off another blast of electricity at the attacker.
The Silhouette, Near lake Canulus
The Silhouette rode through the dense forests of middle-eastern cyrodiil. His horse's hooves were the only noise that could be heard. He came upon a small encampment filled with bandits who had just returned from a raid. Suddenly before he was within one hundred feet of him they were drawn towards him by his power. Those with wicked intentions were naturally drawn to the Silhouette and the rest of the Möldåirê.
"Ccomme to mee!" he said in his whispering voice(keep in mind it sounds like a whisper but can still be loud).
The bandits followed him, they had control of themselves, however, they seemed to have utmost loyalty to him. One bandit, however, was not like the others, Lithnoa, a high elf, did not have a completely wicked heart, he suddenly grabbed a dagger and charged at the Silhouette.
"Fool," the Silhouette said angrily. The man stabbed towards him, however, he was met with the huge morning star of the Silhouette. Lithnoa's entire body was crushed under the huge weight of the mace. The small group of eight bandits follwed the Silhouette as he rode through the forest. They went up into the mountains and there he left them in a large cave, filled with suplies for thousands. Another Möldåirê was coming up into the cave with around one hundred goblins following him.
Flogir, starting to feel like he's getting into something over his head...
Flogir's eyes darted to the Dark Brotherhood assassin on top of the castle walls. He found it odd that an assassin would purposefully draw attention to himself. Evidently, they were up to something, or very stupid.
Is he aiding this attacker or something? Seems like something the Brotherhood would do... he thought as he returned his attention to the Dunmer that intiated the attack.
To his horror, there now stood several look alikes of the Dunmer, each as menancing as the original, whichever that was.
"Now I REALLY wished I had Iceshard... and my armour," Flogir muttered as his eyes narrowed. He prepared his knife, knowing quite well that he didn't stand much of a chance with the weapon he possessed. Still, there was no way he could escape, so like the soldier he was, he planned to stay and fight until death or victory befell him.
Flogir's eyes darted to the Dark Brotherhood assassin on top of the castle walls. He found it odd that an assassin would purposefully draw attention to himself. Evidently, they were up to something, or very stupid.
Is he aiding this attacker or something? Seems like something the Brotherhood would do... he thought as he returned his attention to the Dunmer that intiated the attack.
To his horror, there now stood several look alikes of the Dunmer, each as menancing as the original, whichever that was.
"Now I REALLY wished I had Iceshard... and my armour," Flogir muttered as his eyes narrowed. He prepared his knife, knowing quite well that he didn't stand much of a chance with the weapon he possessed. Still, there was no way he could escape, so like the soldier he was, he planned to stay and fight until death or victory befell him.
Ian
He bristled, that's a new trick; wonder where he learned THAT. Karn had used some sort of ninja skill to create copies of himself, and they didn't seem like simple illusion, they looked solid. I don't think the watch can break fight this up. One Karn can kill five guards, so seven could kill....... two entire garrisons!!! This is going to get ugly.....
He bristled, that's a new trick; wonder where he learned THAT. Karn had used some sort of ninja skill to create copies of himself, and they didn't seem like simple illusion, they looked solid. I don't think the watch can break fight this up. One Karn can kill five guards, so seven could kill....... two entire garrisons!!! This is going to get ugly.....
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Nov 8 2006, 06:57 PM)
Flogir, starting to feel like he's getting into something over his head...
Flogir's eyes darted to the Dark Brotherhood assassin on top of the castle walls. He found it odd that an assassin would purposefully draw attention to himself. Evidently, they were up to something, or very stupid.
Is he aiding this attacker or something? Seems like something the Brotherhood would do... he thought as he returned his attention to the Dunmer that intiated the attack.
To his horror, there now stood several look alikes of the Dunmer, each as menancing as the original, whichever that was.
"Now I REALLY wished I had Iceshard... and my armour," Flogir muttered as his eyes narrowed. He prepared his knife, knowing quite well that he didn't stand much of a chance with the weapon he possessed. Still, there was no way he could escape, so like the soldier he was, he planned to stay and fight until death or victory befell him.
Jonathan Constantine
"Well friend, not sure how good you are with two weapons but I suppose its better then nothing.." Jonathan pulled out his dirk and handed it to the Nord, "It's embued pinch of ice magicka, should sting a bit" His smile was harsh, but he hoped it would help the man defend himself. Jonathan never thought himself a hero, especially with his.. crooked ways, but never ment to see anyone harmed.
He looked up towards.. One of the assailents, "So which one of you bastards am I going to kill first?" He swung his back sword in a horizontal motion on each side of his body, and then reverted to holding it with a dual grip.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Nov 8 2006, 05:03 PM)
Ian
Ian glanced at the Dunmer. "My 'friend' here, is intent on hurting a lot of people for his amusement......" Then after a moment ian felt the need to adress his suspisions. "So, assassin boy, you want to be a hero?" Karn evaluated all of them with cold eyes...... "Be ready for anything." Then, in a quieter voice. "Why didn't I bring my bow?"
Suddenly someone shouted from the castle walls, Ian glanced upward, as did everyone else (Karn included).
Rann
"Never wanted to be a hero. Too impractical. But I don't mind killing a menace or two." he said with a grin.
He took his bow and quiver off of his shoulder and handed them to Ian. "I had damn well better get these back." he warned. "Now what did you have in mind?"
QUOTE(Channler @ Nov 8 2006, 09:36 PM)
Jonathan Constantine
"Well friend, not sure how good you are with two weapons but I suppose its better then nothing.." Jonathan pulled out his dirk and handed it to the Nord, "It's embued pinch of ice magicka, should sting a bit" His smile was harsh, but he hoped it would help the man defend himself. Jonathan never thought himself a hero, especially with his.. crooked ways, but never ment to see anyone harmed.
He looked up towards.. One of the assailents, "So which one of you bastards am I going to kill first?" He swung his back sword in a horizontal motion on each side of his body, and then reverted to holding it with a dual grip.
Flogir
Flogir accepted the dirk given to him. The weight of it in his hands felt good, and more importantly, functional.
"Thanks. I was always a sucker for the ice embued weapons. Always thought it fitting of my heritage," he said dryly, "I'll make sure to get this back to you after this is over."
His training in Kvatch had been extensive enough that he had learnt how to fight with multiple weapons. With the dirk and his knife, he felt more confident in surviving this ordeal now. Despite the fact that they were facing several versions of one person. He noticed that the Imperial was taken aback by this trick.
"Is there any tips you might wanna tell us before we start fighting this guy?" Flogir asked the Imperial, anxious to get this over with, "I at least want to have one drink tonight."
Ian
Realizing that the others were looking to him for advise, Ian racked his memory for all the times he'd fought Karn in the past. Karn is fast, but only in bursts, and those tend to tire him over time. So keep him moving until he tire outs, and the more of these copies we take out the less we have to work. I think a little teamwork would be the best tactic in this fight not fighting one on one. Ian advised telepathically. Then he turned to the Dunmer beside him and held out his hand. "Want to work together?" He asked, he could guess that the boy was a loner, but he could probably use the experience in group combat..... That and karn seemed to be getting impatient.
Rann
"It's completely unnecessary, but sure." he answered, not taking the time to shake the man's hand. "You've apparently fought him before, so lead on."
He cursed the fact that someone could put messages into his head. Not fun. There had to be a way to put a stop to that.
"It's completely unnecessary, but sure." he answered, not taking the time to shake the man's hand. "You've apparently fought him before, so lead on."
He cursed the fact that someone could put messages into his head. Not fun. There had to be a way to put a stop to that.
Flogir
Paying heed to the Imperial's advice, Flogir turned to the Breton.
"Well, since those two are pairing up, it seems best for us to pair up. Besides, you seem to be more enjoyable company than those two wet blankets," Flogir said, a wry smile appearing across his face.
The smile was replaced by a grim expression rather quickly though. It was time to get to business.
Paying heed to the Imperial's advice, Flogir turned to the Breton.
"Well, since those two are pairing up, it seems best for us to pair up. Besides, you seem to be more enjoyable company than those two wet blankets," Flogir said, a wry smile appearing across his face.
The smile was replaced by a grim expression rather quickly though. It was time to get to business.
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Nov 8 2006, 11:33 PM)
Flogir
Paying heed to the Imperial's advice, Flogir turned to the Breton.
"Well, since those two are pairing up, it seems best for us to pair up. Besides, you seem to be more enjoyable company than those two wet blankets," Flogir said, a wry smile appearing across his face.
The smile was replaced by a grim expression rather quickly though. It was time to get to business.
Jonathan Constantine
"Yes, quite. Shall we?" Jonathan answered, and then began to charge forward. He was never quite the up and front fighter, but he prided himself in the bit of sword work he possessed.
He reached about three arm lengths from one of the copies...
(What are these things using?)
Flint Ironwood, the castle wall.
Flint drew attention, as he'd hoped. Unfortunately, the single man suddenly created copies of himself somehow.
,,I'll be damned if I let anyone get killed here." He muttered to himself and swung the Storm once. A bolt of Telekinesis shot towards one of the clones.
(Note: The Storm's fires bolts that throw people off their feet, nothing more. The Blade though, fires Telekinetic blades that can actually cut through and kill stuff.)
Luper Alkad, arriving.
Luper stepped through the gates and took in the scene. He then shrugged and casually walked over to a barrel where he tapped himself a cup of brandy. With the cup in hand, he stood on the sidelines, watching the show.
,,Now this is quality entertainment! In one corner, we have the colourful band of partygoers. In the other, we have one big guy with his many identical twin brothers. Place your bets now!" He joked.
Flint drew attention, as he'd hoped. Unfortunately, the single man suddenly created copies of himself somehow.
,,I'll be damned if I let anyone get killed here." He muttered to himself and swung the Storm once. A bolt of Telekinesis shot towards one of the clones.
(Note: The Storm's fires bolts that throw people off their feet, nothing more. The Blade though, fires Telekinetic blades that can actually cut through and kill stuff.)
Luper Alkad, arriving.
Luper stepped through the gates and took in the scene. He then shrugged and casually walked over to a barrel where he tapped himself a cup of brandy. With the cup in hand, he stood on the sidelines, watching the show.
,,Now this is quality entertainment! In one corner, we have the colourful band of partygoers. In the other, we have one big guy with his many identical twin brothers. Place your bets now!" He joked.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Nov 9 2006, 05:19 AM)
Rann
"It's completely unnecessary, but sure." he answered, not taking the time to shake the man's hand. "You've apparently fought him before, so lead on."
He cursed the fact that someone could put messages into his head. Not fun. There had to be a way to put a stop to that.
Satyana
Satyana "heard" Rann cursing the fact that he had telepathic ability, and she smiled, not a happy smile though. She also had this ability and she was sure it was from her mother´s bloodline, so there was another proof Rann was her brother. She understood he didn´t like that whole thing so she decided to help out. Serene had taught her how to "control the mind" of oneself and shut off the ability to receive unwanted messages, ther was some kind of filtering-technique as well.....and she knew it well!
Rann, if you want to be able to control your mind, and control the ability of others putting unwanted messages into it, come see me, I know how you can do it and I also know some other things you might find ....interesting!
Her head ached, she focused on getting through to him.....
OOC: Ok an offer he can´t resist right?
Dalrus, Chorrol
Dalrus looked at the group of fighters who suddenly started attacking the clones. She conjured up a deadroth and then charged into the fight with electricity shooting at three of the clones. Her hair was wild and blew with the electricity.
The Silhouette, Eastern Cyrodiil
A small village was nestled in the heart of a small river valley, north east of Leyawiin.
"I've heard of strange happenings in the mountains by morrowind Tee-Nien" said a plump imperial man to his argonian friend. "Folks say there are riders, all black, whispering things in the forest, no one has seen one up close, though some have disappeared mysteriously"he said in a worried voice
"I thiink somethiing is brewwing, somethiing bad my friend" the argonian said after laying his pitchfork in a shed.
"I don't like these stories, scare me to death, thats what they do" he said shaking his head.
The Silhouette called out in a whispering voice that carried with the wind. It called those of wicked hearts to come.
Dalrus looked at the group of fighters who suddenly started attacking the clones. She conjured up a deadroth and then charged into the fight with electricity shooting at three of the clones. Her hair was wild and blew with the electricity.
The Silhouette, Eastern Cyrodiil
A small village was nestled in the heart of a small river valley, north east of Leyawiin.
"I've heard of strange happenings in the mountains by morrowind Tee-Nien" said a plump imperial man to his argonian friend. "Folks say there are riders, all black, whispering things in the forest, no one has seen one up close, though some have disappeared mysteriously"he said in a worried voice
"I thiink somethiing is brewwing, somethiing bad my friend" the argonian said after laying his pitchfork in a shed.
"I don't like these stories, scare me to death, thats what they do" he said shaking his head.
The Silhouette called out in a whispering voice that carried with the wind. It called those of wicked hearts to come.
Karn, Original
The flirting man rushed forward first, the girl summoned deadra to fight for them, and a Redguard swigged a mug of ale and made snide comments. Don't worry, when I kill these ' colorful partygoers' I'll kill you. Before any of the clones could engage the enemy, however, something blasted several off their feet, but Karn slid only a short distance.
A lightning bolt struck some of the clones while they were off-balance, however it did only minor damage. Still the cheap shot had successfully earned his fury. Attack! Leave no one alive, I'll take the one on the wall Karn shouted telepathically to his copies. He leaped onto the battlements and faced the D. Brotherhood assassin. "Time to die," he whispered to the Breton.
OCC: the copies weild the same skills and weapos that Karn does, so they have Dreadric shortswords and bound shurikan......
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Ian
The six copies lunged forward, but Karn jumped toward the battlements. Ian payed the Dunmer's- Rann's- discomfort for telepathy no heed. We'll use a flanking stratagy for now, until he gets tired. But save your energy, and keep him dodging. He braced himself for the oncoming attack, as the shadow Karns closed in......
The flirting man rushed forward first, the girl summoned deadra to fight for them, and a Redguard swigged a mug of ale and made snide comments. Don't worry, when I kill these ' colorful partygoers' I'll kill you. Before any of the clones could engage the enemy, however, something blasted several off their feet, but Karn slid only a short distance.
A lightning bolt struck some of the clones while they were off-balance, however it did only minor damage. Still the cheap shot had successfully earned his fury. Attack! Leave no one alive, I'll take the one on the wall Karn shouted telepathically to his copies. He leaped onto the battlements and faced the D. Brotherhood assassin. "Time to die," he whispered to the Breton.
OCC: the copies weild the same skills and weapos that Karn does, so they have Dreadric shortswords and bound shurikan......
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Ian
The six copies lunged forward, but Karn jumped toward the battlements. Ian payed the Dunmer's- Rann's- discomfort for telepathy no heed. We'll use a flanking stratagy for now, until he gets tired. But save your energy, and keep him dodging. He braced himself for the oncoming attack, as the shadow Karns closed in......
Flogir
Flogir followed quickly behind the Imperial who had given him the dirk. He noticed that the clones were swept off their feet by a telepathic attack, unfortunately he didn't see the origin of the attack.
He stayed close to the Imperial as he engaged the nearest clone, ready to attack an exposed back when the chance arrived. It was the best thing he thought he'd be able to do, given the length of the blades he was using.
Flogir followed quickly behind the Imperial who had given him the dirk. He noticed that the clones were swept off their feet by a telepathic attack, unfortunately he didn't see the origin of the attack.
He stayed close to the Imperial as he engaged the nearest clone, ready to attack an exposed back when the chance arrived. It was the best thing he thought he'd be able to do, given the length of the blades he was using.
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Nov 9 2006, 05:32 PM)
Flogir
Flogir followed quickly behind the Imperial who had given him the dirk. He noticed that the clones were swept off their feet by a telepathic attack, unfortunately he didn't see the origin of the attack.
He stayed close to the Imperial as he engaged the nearest clone, ready to attack an exposed back when the chance arrived. It was the best thing he thought he'd be able to do, given the length of the blades he was using.
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan had about a foot more of weapon reach then the clone did, and he'd use that to his advantage. Normally he was quite offensive with his sword play, and he stepped it up a notche. However the clone managed to parry his blows. They circled around a bit, each trading a jab, for the clone, a slash for Jonathan, but not doing much good.
His eyes, however, stayed ever apperent of the Nord he had grouped with, "So my frie--" He grunted as he parried the short sword off to the side, "--nd.. By what should I call you?" He took a moment to slash at the clones mid-section, missing, but causing it to wobble off balance. His following strike was solidly blocked however.. "Cunning little buggers these are.." He thought and resumed his deadly dance.
Sodsa Hekal, Close to the fun
Sodsa stepped into the square and saw the ruckus, "Damn, well, there goes the party." Sodsa scanned to area for anyone he knew that was in immediate danger (he looks after his friends
) and saw the redguard from the tavern drinking away while everyone else fought. As much as Sodsa wanted to talk to some extent, he knew that unless he helped there would be no party if this didn't end soon, even though the chances of a party now were slim as they were. Sodsa took the bow off of his shoulder and set an arrow, letting it loose into the back of one of the people that looked strangely like the others.
ooc:I guess i got the wrong impression, i thought the party was in the castle. And as you can see, he is assuming who to attack the copies look a bit more suspicious then the party goers. So how much of a beating can these guys take before dieing?
Sodsa stepped into the square and saw the ruckus, "Damn, well, there goes the party." Sodsa scanned to area for anyone he knew that was in immediate danger (he looks after his friends
) and saw the redguard from the tavern drinking away while everyone else fought. As much as Sodsa wanted to talk to some extent, he knew that unless he helped there would be no party if this didn't end soon, even though the chances of a party now were slim as they were. Sodsa took the bow off of his shoulder and set an arrow, letting it loose into the back of one of the people that looked strangely like the others.ooc:I guess i got the wrong impression, i thought the party was in the castle. And as you can see, he is assuming who to attack
the copies look a bit more suspicious then the party goers. So how much of a beating can these guys take before dieing?
OCC: well,........ they can take more than most can (but a few accurate shots 'fatalities' would destroy them). Of course Karn doesn't have dying very high on list of things to do....... **jots down a list of Karn's favorite things to do**
Now that I think of it, i probably should have put that in the planning thread, oh well.
Now that I think of it, i probably should have put that in the planning thread, oh well.
QUOTE(Channler @ Nov 9 2006, 05:41 PM)
Jonathan Constantine
Jonathan had about a foot more of weapon reach then the clone did, and he'd use that to his advantage. Normally he was quite offensive with his sword play, and he stepped it up a notche. However the clone managed to parry his blows. They circled around a bit, each trading a jab, for the clone, a slash for Jonathan, but not doing much good.
His eyes, however, stayed ever apperent of the Nord he had grouped with, "So my frie--" He grunted as he parried the short sword off to the side, "--nd.. By what should I call you?" He took a moment to slash at the clones mid-section, missing, but causing it to wobble off balance. His following strike was solidly blocked however.. "Cunning little buggers these are.." He thought and resumed his deadly dance.
Flogir
Flogir circled around the two combatants, waiting for his moment to strike. When he heard the Imperial's question, he couldn't supress a grim smirk.
"The name is Flogir. But I suggest you try to focus on the task at hand," Flogir said and decided to lunge in a quick strike with the dirk. The dirk strike was a glancing blow but the magicka imbued within it enhanced the damage done. It was enough to draw the clone's attention towards him. At least momentarily.
Flogir went back into a defensive position that would allow him to move more freely. "C'mon, you s'wit!" he taunted the clone.
Jonathan Constantine
After a strike that came to dangerously close to his head, he decided to heed Flogir's advice, and focus.
"So.. where is your weakness... Hah, bad footing, twas always a killer.."
Jonathan noticed the clones, constant, mistake. It's footing was just so, his earlier blow towards the clone knocked it off balance, if he could just repeat..
He pulled his weight behind one swing, it'd be a gambit, but he was always a gambler. If it suceeded he could have this fight over in seconds.. If not, well the fight would be over in seconds regardless, just not with the intended outcome. His sword arched horizontally towards the copy, which in turn put it's flat part of the sword against his hand and attempt to reinforce the block.
The swords connected, but with Jonathan's breaking the guard and throwing the clone to the ground. Jonathan quickly stepped on it's sword arm to keep it supressed and plunged his sword down between the neck of the clone. The body twiched for a few seconds, and then went coldly limp, disenigrating before his very eyes. "Ha, I win.."
After his gloat over the fading body, Jonathan rushed to reinforce Flogir...
After a strike that came to dangerously close to his head, he decided to heed Flogir's advice, and focus.
"So.. where is your weakness... Hah, bad footing, twas always a killer.."
Jonathan noticed the clones, constant, mistake. It's footing was just so, his earlier blow towards the clone knocked it off balance, if he could just repeat..
He pulled his weight behind one swing, it'd be a gambit, but he was always a gambler. If it suceeded he could have this fight over in seconds.. If not, well the fight would be over in seconds regardless, just not with the intended outcome. His sword arched horizontally towards the copy, which in turn put it's flat part of the sword against his hand and attempt to reinforce the block.
The swords connected, but with Jonathan's breaking the guard and throwing the clone to the ground. Jonathan quickly stepped on it's sword arm to keep it supressed and plunged his sword down between the neck of the clone. The body twiched for a few seconds, and then went coldly limp, disenigrating before his very eyes. "Ha, I win.."
After his gloat over the fading body, Jonathan rushed to reinforce Flogir...
Rann
The strategy didn't fit his style. Keep him dodging? That was his own main strong point; using speed and agility rather than brute force to gain advantage. He was usually the one that kept to dodging. He'd die any other way.
It soon didn't matter, as the real target ran away and left his copies to do the real work. "hamster." was all he had to say as he put his back to Ian's as the circle of cpoies around them grew smaller.
The strategy didn't fit his style. Keep him dodging? That was his own main strong point; using speed and agility rather than brute force to gain advantage. He was usually the one that kept to dodging. He'd die any other way.
It soon didn't matter, as the real target ran away and left his copies to do the real work. "hamster." was all he had to say as he put his back to Ian's as the circle of cpoies around them grew smaller.
Dalrus, Chorrol
Dalrus fired one last blast at one of the copies and it fell apart. Suddenly she stopped with the electric flow through her body and the area suddenly became less windy. "Well that was interesting. What could have drawn him away?" she said aloud. "I don't think we've seen the last of him," she said to herself. She grabbed a drink of comberry punch and gave a sigh of relief. "Satyana, what should we do now?" she asked her friend.
The Silhouette, Near Cheydinhal
Darkness, it was spreading in the east. The Silhouette had already been to morrowind, he had burnt many villages on the border and goblins and bandits from the Valus mountains started to receive his call, coming down and setting up camps on the Cyrodiil side. Dark things from caves, that should not be seen in daylight came. Ogres, trolls, vampires, necromancers, daedra, and many others, all came to him. Word of this has not reached everyone, only rumors, many many rumors of what was going on.
"Sir!" said a robed mage as he rode into the Arcane University.
"What is it Vadonus" barked Silnder, the leader of the Mages guild.
"You have heard of those rumors, those ones about the evil in the east?" he said getting off as a guard took his horse to the stables.
"Yes i have heard them!" he yelled in an evil whisper-voice, his eyes were dark and he did not look at Vadonus in the eye.
"Sir, the necromancers we were sent to root out left, at least a day before we arrived. Not only that we came upon a shrine and we saw the daedra and cultists leaving, all going east," Vadonus said worriedly.
"Many things go east Vadonus, many things." he said as seven mages with dark robes on came out of the building. "We have business east, in Cheydinhal" he said putting on his hood and calling for their horses
"I will look after things while you are gone" said vadonus "as usual"
"NO!" Silnder yelled. "No you will not, Mintriel, the librarian will" he said smiling. Mintriel, was not a warrier and only cared about history and the books.
Dalrus fired one last blast at one of the copies and it fell apart. Suddenly she stopped with the electric flow through her body and the area suddenly became less windy. "Well that was interesting. What could have drawn him away?" she said aloud. "I don't think we've seen the last of him," she said to herself. She grabbed a drink of comberry punch and gave a sigh of relief. "Satyana, what should we do now?" she asked her friend.
The Silhouette, Near Cheydinhal
Darkness, it was spreading in the east. The Silhouette had already been to morrowind, he had burnt many villages on the border and goblins and bandits from the Valus mountains started to receive his call, coming down and setting up camps on the Cyrodiil side. Dark things from caves, that should not be seen in daylight came. Ogres, trolls, vampires, necromancers, daedra, and many others, all came to him. Word of this has not reached everyone, only rumors, many many rumors of what was going on.
"Sir!" said a robed mage as he rode into the Arcane University.
"What is it Vadonus" barked Silnder, the leader of the Mages guild.
"You have heard of those rumors, those ones about the evil in the east?" he said getting off as a guard took his horse to the stables.
"Yes i have heard them!" he yelled in an evil whisper-voice, his eyes were dark and he did not look at Vadonus in the eye.
"Sir, the necromancers we were sent to root out left, at least a day before we arrived. Not only that we came upon a shrine and we saw the daedra and cultists leaving, all going east," Vadonus said worriedly.
"Many things go east Vadonus, many things." he said as seven mages with dark robes on came out of the building. "We have business east, in Cheydinhal" he said putting on his hood and calling for their horses
"I will look after things while you are gone" said vadonus "as usual"
"NO!" Silnder yelled. "No you will not, Mintriel, the librarian will" he said smiling. Mintriel, was not a warrier and only cared about history and the books.
Luper Alkad, having fun.
Luper was merrily drinking as he watched the show. When one of the clones came too close though, He dashed forward, grabbed the clone with one hand and smacked it against a nearby wall. The blade of Chrysamere plunged into the thing's back a moment later, pinning it to the wall.
,,Well, maybe I can get my share of the fun?"
Flint Ironwood, pessimistic.
Flint noticed satisfied that his blast did have the result of knocking the clones of their feet. However, that just seemed to spark the battle which was something he had wished to avoid. Worst of all, the original had now taken interest in him.
"Oh, great. I'm death" He thought as he went into a defensive stance. It had been literally years since the last time he'd really fought.
"Point-blank telekinetic barrage, that might work. Long enough for me to hop away." Flint thought and took one step forwards. He raised both of his blades and then cut downward, unleashing both of the sword's powers as he did so. Then, he jumped back to see how it worked.
Luper was merrily drinking as he watched the show. When one of the clones came too close though, He dashed forward, grabbed the clone with one hand and smacked it against a nearby wall. The blade of Chrysamere plunged into the thing's back a moment later, pinning it to the wall.
,,Well, maybe I can get my share of the fun?"
Flint Ironwood, pessimistic.
Flint noticed satisfied that his blast did have the result of knocking the clones of their feet. However, that just seemed to spark the battle which was something he had wished to avoid. Worst of all, the original had now taken interest in him.
"Oh, great. I'm death" He thought as he went into a defensive stance. It had been literally years since the last time he'd really fought.
"Point-blank telekinetic barrage, that might work. Long enough for me to hop away." Flint thought and took one step forwards. He raised both of his blades and then cut downward, unleashing both of the sword's powers as he did so. Then, he jumped back to see how it worked.
ooc:Yeah i probably should have helped a bit more during the fight...
Sodsa Hekal, the party
Sodsa crouched down in front of a clone and pulled out a dagger, slicing the clone up the front with it. With the Clone still recovering from the slash, Sodsa grabbed another dagger and tossed it right at the clone's chest, causing him to fall over backwards. As Sodsa was looking over his kill and bent down to retrieve his dagger, he felt an excruciating pain in his right arm and looked back to see another clone bring down its deadric shortsword onto his shoulder. Sodsa yelled out in pain and clasped the mutilated shoulder.
edit: ooc: wait, how many are there again? I took out one, Luper just got one, Floro got one, i have another attacking me... that leaves?
Sodsa Hekal, the party
Sodsa crouched down in front of a clone and pulled out a dagger, slicing the clone up the front with it. With the Clone still recovering from the slash, Sodsa grabbed another dagger and tossed it right at the clone's chest, causing him to fall over backwards. As Sodsa was looking over his kill and bent down to retrieve his dagger, he felt an excruciating pain in his right arm and looked back to see another clone bring down its deadric shortsword onto his shoulder. Sodsa yelled out in pain and clasped the mutilated shoulder.
edit: ooc: wait, how many are there again? I took out one, Luper just got one, Floro got one, i have another attacking me... that leaves?
Luper Alkad, to the resque!
The clone raised its shortsword and brought it down once more on the Bosmer. The sword though was stopped by the pure blade of Chrysamere.
,,Not that fast, pal. Never forget about your surroundings." Luper grinned as he smacked an armoured fist into the clone's face, making it stagger. He then fired a lance of fire through its heart.
Turning to the Bosmer, Luper crouched down.
,,Need help? That shoulder is pretty much busted unless we can find a decent healer."
(Yeah, surprising considering their 'brawl' earlier. But that's just how Luper is. He's decided that the clones are the bad guys and therefore helps anyone who's fighting them.)
Edit: Err, there were six. With this one gone, that leaves two? And Karn himself of course.
The clone raised its shortsword and brought it down once more on the Bosmer. The sword though was stopped by the pure blade of Chrysamere.
,,Not that fast, pal. Never forget about your surroundings." Luper grinned as he smacked an armoured fist into the clone's face, making it stagger. He then fired a lance of fire through its heart.
Turning to the Bosmer, Luper crouched down.
,,Need help? That shoulder is pretty much busted unless we can find a decent healer."
(Yeah, surprising considering their 'brawl' earlier. But that's just how Luper is. He's decided that the clones are the bad guys and therefore helps anyone who's fighting them.)
Edit: Err, there were six. With this one gone, that leaves two? And Karn himself of course.
Sodsa Hekal, saved...
Sodsa looked up at the redguard and pulled on him to stand up with his good arm. "Yeah, i figured, i had best get this thing fixed or else I'm a good as dead in the long run, even if i do live through this." Sodsa looked around and saw that the other two clones preoccupied. "Well, thanks, I guess you aren't a total honoured user after all." Sodsa tried to pull out a chuckle and managed a weak one. "So where's this healer your talkin' about?"
Sodsa looked up at the redguard and pulled on him to stand up with his good arm. "Yeah, i figured, i had best get this thing fixed or else I'm a good as dead in the long run, even if i do live through this." Sodsa looked around and saw that the other two clones preoccupied. "Well, thanks, I guess you aren't a total honoured user after all." Sodsa tried to pull out a chuckle and managed a weak one. "So where's this healer your talkin' about?"
Luper Alkad, helping.
Luper though about the question. Did he know some good healers? Well, he did know a few back in Morrowind, his Morrowind. However, that was a bit too far right now.
,,Well, I'm proud of my reputation so don't tell anyone. Now about that shoulder. I'd say there should be a healer in the nearest temple. Wanna fly there? I'm a real fast flyer." He said and extended his hand.
Luper though about the question. Did he know some good healers? Well, he did know a few back in Morrowind, his Morrowind. However, that was a bit too far right now.
,,Well, I'm proud of my reputation so don't tell anyone. Now about that shoulder. I'd say there should be a healer in the nearest temple. Wanna fly there? I'm a real fast flyer." He said and extended his hand.
Sodsa Hekal, in pain
"Fly? I've never flown before." Sodsa looked at the hand, "And i don't think i've properly introduced myself, I'm Sodsa Hekal, a rogue of sorts."
"Fly? I've never flown before." Sodsa looked at the hand, "And i don't think i've properly introduced myself, I'm Sodsa Hekal, a rogue of sorts."
Satyana, to the rescue
Trouble ahead, Satyana thought seeing at least the nice Bosmer being hurt....and Flint? wasn´t he..ah well, and when Dalrus asked her what was to be done, there was only one answer:
"Helping those who are wounded"
Satyana didn´t realy grasp the battle but basicall sneaked her way into it, trying to get close to the Bosmer since she reckoned he was the first to need help.
She noticed the handsome Breton who Dalrus kissed before....and she gave him a quick glance before she fell on her knee beside Sodsa the Bosmer.
His shoulder looked nasty, and she pulled out some foul-smelling grime which she put directly on the wound.
"Yes it will hurt at first but be patient, it will help you in a short while"
She looked around all the time hoping that nobody would try to kill her ......and searched for more wounded...
Trouble ahead, Satyana thought seeing at least the nice Bosmer being hurt....and Flint? wasn´t he..ah well, and when Dalrus asked her what was to be done, there was only one answer:
"Helping those who are wounded"
Satyana didn´t realy grasp the battle but basicall sneaked her way into it, trying to get close to the Bosmer since she reckoned he was the first to need help.
She noticed the handsome Breton who Dalrus kissed before....and she gave him a quick glance before she fell on her knee beside Sodsa the Bosmer.
His shoulder looked nasty, and she pulled out some foul-smelling grime which she put directly on the wound.
"Yes it will hurt at first but be patient, it will help you in a short while"
She looked around all the time hoping that nobody would try to kill her ......and searched for more wounded...
Luper Alkad, getting out of here.
Luper stepped back to let the woman do her job.
,,Assassins here and strange talks of necromancers and bandits heading east. What's going on with this place?" A nearby guard said. He seemed rather reluctant to join the battle. Luper shrugged as he shook the Wood elf's hand.
,,Luper Alkad, swordswinger and battlemage of sorts."
After the introductions, Luper walked away, without looking back.
"Bad guys are heading east? I should take a look then." He thought, his hand gripping Chrysamere's handle.
(Alright, the Silhouette might notice some death bad guys lying around. Those have been taken care of by Luper before he dissappeared. Nothing but a minor nuisance to the Silhouette really. Consider Luper to be out of the RP, he was simply too powerful.)
Luper stepped back to let the woman do her job.
,,Assassins here and strange talks of necromancers and bandits heading east. What's going on with this place?" A nearby guard said. He seemed rather reluctant to join the battle. Luper shrugged as he shook the Wood elf's hand.
,,Luper Alkad, swordswinger and battlemage of sorts."
After the introductions, Luper walked away, without looking back.
"Bad guys are heading east? I should take a look then." He thought, his hand gripping Chrysamere's handle.
(Alright, the Silhouette might notice some death bad guys lying around. Those have been taken care of by Luper before he dissappeared. Nothing but a minor nuisance to the Silhouette really. Consider Luper to be out of the RP, he was simply too powerful.)
Flogir
It seemed the battle was winding down as the clone he and the Imperial had engaged was defeated. He looked around and saw that there were significantly lower numbers of clones.
Puffing deeply, Flogir wiped the sweat from his brow. I'm getting too old for this... he mused in his head as he turned back to the Imperial.
"Now that we have a bit of time, I can finially get your name. Mr...?" Flogir said, extending his hand.
It seemed the battle was winding down as the clone he and the Imperial had engaged was defeated. He looked around and saw that there were significantly lower numbers of clones.
Puffing deeply, Flogir wiped the sweat from his brow. I'm getting too old for this... he mused in his head as he turned back to the Imperial.
"Now that we have a bit of time, I can finially get your name. Mr...?" Flogir said, extending his hand.
Sodsa, being treated
Sodsa saw Luper walk off and was about to say something but Satyana just placed the gunk into his wound and he grimaced. "Hrm, Satyana right? Well I thank you, i don't know what i'd do if this thing was crippled." Sodsa leaned up against a wall and started to wrap this shoulder with his old shirt.
ooc:Figures he buys something new and its already ruined
Sodsa saw Luper walk off and was about to say something but Satyana just placed the gunk into his wound and he grimaced. "Hrm, Satyana right? Well I thank you, i don't know what i'd do if this thing was crippled." Sodsa leaned up against a wall and started to wrap this shoulder with his old shirt.
ooc:Figures he buys something new and its already ruined
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Nov 10 2006, 04:28 PM)
Flogir
It seemed the battle was winding down as the clone he and the Imperial had engaged was defeated. He looked around and saw that there were significantly lower numbers of clones.
Puffing deeply, Flogir wiped the sweat from his brow. I'm getting too old for this... he mused in his head as he turned back to the Imperial.
"Now that we have a bit of time, I can finially get your name. Mr...?" Flogir said, extending his hand.
Jonathan Constantine
"Constantine, Jonathan Constantine" Jonathan replied, returning the gesture. He smirked a little, "Quite a little exercise aye?" He planted his sword in the ground.
Flogir
"Aye. I haven't worked as hard as that since that one time a group of bandits thought they could rob me. That was.... five years ago," he said, laughing dryly. Finally he caught his breath.
"Let's go have some ale, Jonathan. It better be on the house now," he said to Jonathan, waving the Imperial to follow him along.
OCC: Oh god! I called him an Imperial again! Sorry!
"Aye. I haven't worked as hard as that since that one time a group of bandits thought they could rob me. That was.... five years ago," he said, laughing dryly. Finally he caught his breath.
"Let's go have some ale, Jonathan. It better be on the house now," he said to Jonathan, waving the Imperial to follow him along.
OCC: Oh god! I called him an Imperial again! Sorry!
Jonathan Constantine
"One second, I'm going to find out if anyone needs anymore help.. That Bosmer looks pretty torn up.." Jonathan trotted over towards Satyana and the little elf.
"Madam, sir? Do you require any assistance?" He asked, eying the woman a fraction of a second longer then the Bosmer.
"One second, I'm going to find out if anyone needs anymore help.. That Bosmer looks pretty torn up.." Jonathan trotted over towards Satyana and the little elf.
"Madam, sir? Do you require any assistance?" He asked, eying the woman a fraction of a second longer then the Bosmer.
Satyana
Satyana looked up, facing the Breton, she smiled and nodded
"Thank you Sir, I´d appreciate a hand with this poor man here, he´ll be better off a bit out of the heat..maybe you could help me move him inside so he can get some rest"
Satyana stood up, she was a tall woman but not as tall as the Breton..
"By the way I´m Satyana, student at The University of Tamriel.....Jonathan was it?" She smiled at him again....and felt a bit....shaky...sort of
Satyana looked up, facing the Breton, she smiled and nodded
"Thank you Sir, I´d appreciate a hand with this poor man here, he´ll be better off a bit out of the heat..maybe you could help me move him inside so he can get some rest"
Satyana stood up, she was a tall woman but not as tall as the Breton..
"By the way I´m Satyana, student at The University of Tamriel.....Jonathan was it?" She smiled at him again....and felt a bit....shaky...sort of
Sodsa Hekal
Sodsa looked at Jonathan and gave him a curt nod, "Hey, thanks for the offer." Sodsa looked at Satyana's face and smiled, "Well if we can get me into that room you were talking about, I can leave you two alone faster."
Sodsa looked at Jonathan and gave him a curt nod, "Hey, thanks for the offer." Sodsa looked at Satyana's face and smiled, "Well if we can get me into that room you were talking about, I can leave you two alone faster."
Karn
The "deaths" of his clones caused Karn to flich, and the Breton's telekenetic wave blasted him of the wall.
Just before Karn hit the ground, though, he righted himself and slammed onto his feet and felt a dull pain in his legs.
Then he looked up and watched as the fools were already thinking that this was over. Now furious Karn was about to cast a powerful technique, when suddenly a quiet whispering voice flowed through his mind.
Come...... Come to me The voice was tantalizing, and now that Karn stopped to think about it, he realized this battle was a lost cause. Next time, He said telepathically. Next time will be different.
And with that he turned and departed moving so fast that he wasn't visible anymore........
Ian
That was quick, Ian thought. Maybe I should tag along with these young ones for awhile, especially Rann. He's got some potential...... He reminds me of Issac. How long has it been since I've talked to you son? He knew that it had been several months ago since he'd seen Issac. Karn was gone, for now. The others were already addressing their wounds. Smart kids, they'll do fine. he thought to himself. Might as well get my stuff, could be moving on by tommarow......... And Ian walked toward the castle doors. Matbe I should send for Issac, It's been far too long since I last saw him.........
The "deaths" of his clones caused Karn to flich, and the Breton's telekenetic wave blasted him of the wall.
Just before Karn hit the ground, though, he righted himself and slammed onto his feet and felt a dull pain in his legs.
Then he looked up and watched as the fools were already thinking that this was over. Now furious Karn was about to cast a powerful technique, when suddenly a quiet whispering voice flowed through his mind.
Come...... Come to me The voice was tantalizing, and now that Karn stopped to think about it, he realized this battle was a lost cause. Next time, He said telepathically. Next time will be different.
And with that he turned and departed moving so fast that he wasn't visible anymore........
Ian
That was quick, Ian thought. Maybe I should tag along with these young ones for awhile, especially Rann. He's got some potential...... He reminds me of Issac. How long has it been since I've talked to you son? He knew that it had been several months ago since he'd seen Issac. Karn was gone, for now. The others were already addressing their wounds. Smart kids, they'll do fine. he thought to himself. Might as well get my stuff, could be moving on by tommarow......... And Ian walked toward the castle doors. Matbe I should send for Issac, It's been far too long since I last saw him.........
QUOTE(minque @ Nov 10 2006, 05:07 PM)
Satyana
Satyana looked up, facing the Breton, she smiled and nodded
"Thank you Sir, I´d appreciate a hand with this poor man here, he´ll be better off a bit out of the heat..maybe you could help me move him inside so he can get some rest"
Satyana stood up, she was a tall woman but not as tall as the Breton..
"By the way I´m Satyana, student at The University of Tamriel.....Jonathan was it?" She smiled at him again....and felt a bit....shaky...sort of
Jonathan Constantine
"It is, it is.." Jonathan grinned a bit, and pushed a thought out of his mind, "So shall we get you inside?" He said to particularly no one, and moved to help the Bosmer up. With an arm around his neck and his supporting the mer they began to hobble towards the building.
"So Ms.. Is is it Mrs.?.. Satyana, what are you studying at the University?" Jonathan already knew the answer to the first question, but asked anyways. Perhaps it was just required of him, but he relished in the first of the catch.
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