Veric

Veric sighed, "So more cities have been attacked as well? There won't be much to control once I gain power," he said, appearing to direct the observation to his companion Voltar, but in reality he wanted Karn to overhear it.

"You're different, aren't you? Dark enough to be drawn here, yet strong-willed enough to resisit his control," he spoke with admiration at Karn, though it may not have been completely sincere, it was believable.

Satyana, waking up

Darkness....nothing but darkness....but wait? a faint sound ...a voice was it? A gentle voice...It was like being under-water and trying to get to the surface,......slowly upwards, towards that sound...

There! she hit the surface of her consciousness and found herself looking into a sweet face of a very young man...with kind eyes and a beautiful golden hair like a halo around his head...

"Hey...Are you Okay?" he asked and Satyana opened her mouth to tell him she was, but no sound came over her lips...her throat was dry as sand. She made a gesture at the flask with water and he let her drink...

"Aye" she whispered, " I...I don´t know....but who are you? and where are Issac? Or Rann?" She coughed and looked around to find that she had absolutely no idea where she was. The young man beside her though....somehow she felt he was kind and didn´t wanted to harm her.....

She leaned against his arm again and gave him one of those smiles ......

He´s just so sweet...but where is Issac..???

???

"I--" he was caught off guard when asked who he was and blushed at his own akward pause. He had given up his own name long ago so he spoke the first that came to his mind. "Soldin," he grimaced at the sound of it as if poison dripped from the word. He said it with confidence, yet his young blue eyes gave him away; the name was not his own.

It had been long since he last so much as spoke with another person, especially one so beautiful, and he once again lost his words, "I-I'm sorry. I do not know these people." He picked his head up and looked around hoping to see someone come out of the bushes. No one.

Her cough brought his gaze back to her's, "Are you sick? What happened? I... I heard a sound and saw you here..."

Ian, southwest of Hero Hill

After leaving Karn and the other people on Hero Hill, Ian finally began to think about what to do next. He'd had a chance to end his fued with Karn, but did not find himself willin to fight the mer yet. I hardly know what I'm capable of.....

That was a problem, it wasn't vanity that made him need to explore what he was capable of, but pragmaitism. If I don't know what I can do then I might try something in over my head, or overlook something important. But he wasn't willing to test himself, not yet at least.

Ian strode through the brush, occasionally pushing away a thorny plant, until he came to a frozen pond. Looking at his reflection, he immediately recognized that he would need to feed soon or else draw attention to himself. Still he doubted he could look under a rock and find a willing person to feed upon, so he clicked open one of the flasks Rahk-Vir had given him.

The sudden scent of blood, caused him to guzzle the small container, spilling several drops on his cuirass. When it was empty he felt rejuvenated, but he looked distainfully at his bloody armor before washing it off.

I need to get back to civilization, join whoever is fighting the Silhouete. Then I can feed on the dead corpses of his minions..... The thought had appeal to his new mind, and as long as it didn't make him do anything foolish, Ian liked a plan.

He continued to make slow progress through the brush, when he felt an odd sensation. Someone was nearby, someone ill or unwell. Ian felt another person, younger, and therefore much more appatizing...... "No, I won't be controlled by some disease!" His mental protest was unguarded and he realized that if there was a telepath nearby they would have been able to hear it.

Karn

Though Veric's words were certainly audible, Karn didn't care what the man wanted to do. Dreams of granduer from an over-confident mage.... Though many of his fellow ninja practiced sorcery, only enough to supplement their physical arts, he thought anyone who relied completely on magic was a weakling at heart.

A simple silence spell, when deprived of their precios magic, these man are nothing, all you can rely on are your own skills and body. Naturally he hid his thoughts, seemingly staring off into space. When Veric complimented him, Karn chose his words carefully.

"I look out for myself, causes come and go, a year? Three hundred years? Nothing lasts forever, I don't owe my alligence to anyone, especially a pair of purple eyes a floating rope. As soon as that thing's empire begins to crumble, I'll leave and serve myself again until the next would-be conquerer comes along." Karn spoke in a dispassionate tone, everything came crashing down sometime, he just intended to extend his life as far as he could.

Veric

"Why not be the next conquerer rather than serving him? Why devote yourself to a cause that is not your own? If you can resist this Silhouette then why not leave this place, or strike against him?" Veric's lips curled. Ultimately he was trying to turn Karn to his side, though he started by turning him against the current person he 'served.'

Karn, talking to Veric

"Because," he began smugly. "I don't care with conquering, I'm a ninja, it is niether my place nor my desire to rule something. I just exploit a cause until it begins to die, and then I leave it behind to find the next thing to minipulate."

Karn could guess that Veric was trying to recruit him, of course I'll treat his cause no different. "If I were to destroy the Silhouete's army, I would do it on the inside. To orchestrate one's demise one must be very close to their target." The sentence was talking about more then one person......

Oran, on the field of Battle

His men dived forward, toward the ruin of a farm house as long, rattling, waves of arrows arched down the field. Oran turned to see the last of his men taking up cover behind the beaten down rocks, but Shaid fell before he managed to get behind the protective covering, arrows protruding from all along the right side of his curiass, streams of blood pouring along it. Oran winced, and turned, glacing over the wall at the lines of archers.

Simple job, that one said... Ha! I can't remember when spearheading an assualt was simple... At least the pay should be good...

A sudden scream picked up in his group, he turned to see Makas lifted from the ground, impaled on razor sharp claws. "Clannfear!" He shouted, diving into it. Pinning down its arm unto one knee, and jamming his gleaming blade into its shoulder, he was giving as good at he was taking, until a few of his men managed to get over to help him, beating the daedra down, and causing it to dissapear in golden sparkles. Panting he turned back to the enemy archers who had fallen silent, where they stood was a smouldering cater. Shouting a battle cry, he jumped the wall and charged...

Later...

"3498, 3499, 3500! Its all here." Oran told his men, and women, turning to his second in command, Matile, he gave orders to loot the bodies of the fallen, collect thier own dead, and to make preprations to move out...

OOC: Dramatic entrance, but it seems we're headed to... Morrowind?

The Silhouette, Cheydinhal

The Silhouette remained in Cheydinhal, and his army had still been growing, as more reavers came and more bandits from the further away provinces. This army was still not good enough to meet the Imperial Army in battle, however. The Silhoutte walked down to the street and muttered an inaudible spell. Suddenly his great Tiger came sprinting around the corner. The Silhouette mounted and left the city. He rode up towards the mountains.

Meanwhile, on the coast of Black Marsh

Suddenly ships appeared out of the fog that always seemed to envelop the coast of Argonia. They were bearing a weird dark flag with letters that were not used in Tamriel. Two argonians were swimming in the ocean when they noticed it. Suddenly black arrows came from the front ship and the two were hit. Red water appeared and they floated to the top, impaled with countless arrows. The ships came up to the beach, hundreds of them. Snake people came off the ships, scales of a golden color and horrible green eyes. They carried katanas and wasahkis(sp?) and some of them carried halberds. There were thousands of them...

Veric

"And would you happen to be close to the Silhouette?" Veric asked Karn, revealing his intentions if he hadn't already done so.

Karn

He gave Veric a sideways looks. "Perhaps, I'm not close enough to know what goes on in that thing's none-existant head." He crossed his arms, thoughtfully. "But if I were to draw conclusions from the way he keeps a slack leash on us, I'd have to say that we might not be his real army......."

Karn had no idea if this idea was true, but it made some sense. it's not like he moniters our movements too closely.....

Satyana

She felt better as time went by. The sweet boy that sat beside her was a bit weird, but ever so friendly. He gave her water to drink and kept her warm and pretty comfortable.

Satyana was dozing off, when she suddenly sensed another human being not so very far from where she was. It was a familiar one, because she could sense his mind, but not exactly grasp what he was thinking...

Is it...? No...it can´t be...but...but YES..IT´S Ian! Ian! Ian! It´s me, Satyana..I´m...ehh here and I´m alright, is Issac with you?


She wondered if he had sensed her.....

Ian, making contact

His head snapped up when he heard the telepathic call. "Satyana?" Ian looked around trying to get a feel for where she'd called from. "No, Issac isn't with me; I haven't seen them since I left Leyawiin" He crept toward where he'd sensed the two presences...... Two? Ian called back, "Who's with you, Satyana?"

Satyana

He heard me! Ian! I´m here with a boy, a sweet boy who´s giving me water to drink and..well he´s keeping me company but I ..I think it´s weird because he doesn´t know his name..but he´s very kind to me!

She leaned her head on the boy´s shoulder.....that felt good, that and Ian probably approaching...Ian..he is also kind..

Ian, same

He continued closer to the two presences, making some noise as he pushed aside frozen ferns and bushes that were impeding his progress. Ian felt anxious to rejoin at least one member of the group, it would be a start.

Suddenly he paused mid-action from passing one of the last peices of foliage. How am I supposed to explain myself, she's not stupid, naive maybe. But Satyana will know something is different...... Ian stood there pondering this new delima. Well, I'll have to tell the truth, nothing more, nothing less. And he strode close enough to Swampy Cave to spot Satyana and the boy.

Well, there's no going back on my decision now.... Ian moved into view.

Satyana

She closed her eyes trying to depict Ian, Issac and Rann, oh how she longed to be with them agaoin and how she longed to be back in Chorrol, in her nice apartment. It would be so fun if Issac wanted to come and live with her...so fun!

She sensed Ian getting closer and thought she´d warn the Boy that someone was approaching, she didn´t want him to be scared, but Ian was a nice man it would be ok..

"Hey, we´re gonna get some company" she said to the Boy, gently stroking his chin, "A nice man called Ian will soon arrive, but you don´t need to be afraid, he´s very kind..."

Flint Ironwood, moving out (finally)

Flint waited for a moment. The group seemed to be unsure about what to decide. The Breton grew impatient with it in the end.
,,Alright, that's it. We're leaving. Flogir, let's go." He said and walked away.


Green-Root, still in the cave.

Green-Root was still sitting in the cave after the visitors had left.
,,We'll receive guests soon. Good, I need to judge the strenght of the other side."

Ian

He abandoned the treeline, and walked toward Satyana and the younger boy. The vampirism gave a new level of awareness to his trained eyes. Satyana was being afflicted by something, but Ian couldn't identify what it was, yet.

The boy was in his mid-teens, his skin was more tanned then Ian's ever had. He looked like he'd spent most of his life out here, his blonde hair was long and loose. The bow he had didn't seem effective for anything other then hunting, but he probably doesn't use it for anything else.....

Satyana

"Ian! Here I am" She waved at him as she spotted him coming out of the woods....But there was something different about him...something she couldn´t put her finger on..or was it just imagination?

It was good to see a familiar face anyway!




OOC Gotta go now! se you tomorrow!

Ian

He returned Satyana's greeting with a nod, and gave her a mostly genuine smile. Her innocence filled him with remorse. Not to mention how Issac will take this...... Ian had been taught to know the consequinces of his actions before he went through with them.

This time he'd only payed attention to a few of the reverberations. I didn't think about Issac..... or Satyana, or anyone else. Well, I made my decision; now I must deal with the results...... all of them.

Flogir

Flogir doubled checked his weapons before pulling up behind Flint. He was a bit nervous about what layed ahead of him. Especially since none of the telepaths had decided to join them. It was looking as though they were going to travel blindly into the warzone, with no means of communicating with the rest of the party. Not the best situation but Flogir decided to think more about the positive aspects of just him and Flint going.

First off, if a telepath went with them, there was a possible chance that an enemy telepath would pick them up. Also the fact that there was only two of them, they would be able to sneak their way to Hero Hill more easily.

"So Flint, got any strategies for investigating? I was just thinking that since you're the more stealthy one between the two of us, I would just follow your lead."

"Soldin"--Near Swampy Cave

Soldin, as he called himself, was perplexed. First Satyana warned him of someone coming, then a man emerged from the treeline. "How..." his voice trailed off, as the man called Ian approached.

Soldin would've stood to introduce himself, or rather make himself seem gentlemanly, but instead he remain seated; either because Satyana in her weakened state was leaned up against him, or because such manners had escaped him over the years.

"Hello," was all he could manage to the newcomer. He had not sensed anything off about the man because not only could he not make his vampiric features out clearly, but Soldin wouldn't know to recognize them. He had never in his short, uneventful life gotten the chance to deal with one infected with such a disease.

Ian

He came to a stop beside them, and the boy greeted him as well. Ian bowed slightly, despite all the changes going on he wanted to make sure he wasn't completely degenerating from his former self.

"Greetings, you two." He said to them. "Are you both alright?" We have to get moving again as soon as possible, the longer we remain in one place the more dangerous that place becomes..... Ian thought grimly.

Soldin

"I am, but...." Soldin looked at Satyana, resting on his shoulder seeming like she was about to drift to sleep, "She seems ill," he finished. His voice, though deep, was quiet and caring. It had a soothing quality to it he was probably unaware of.

Ian

His eyes narrowed as he peered critically at Satyana. What is she doing out here? Away from the others? Ian knew for certain that she wasn't well, and certainly not with a disease. Or any disease that I know about, so that leaves some sort of poison...... Either way, I don't know how to help her except to treat her symptomes accordingly until we find a healer.

"We have need to go, we need to find help for Satyana." He cast a momentary glance at the boy. "And these woods won't be safe for you anymore, so you'd best come with us."

Soldin

Soldin became slightly disgrunteld at Ian's statement. And these woods won't be safe for you anymore, so you'd best come with us. He felt as if he were being talked down to. His home, or shack rather, was only a few hundred yards from where they were now, and never in his life had these woods posed any real threat.

Though not one to argue, Soldin stood. He didn't ask, but simply assumed Satyana would be unable to support herself and without a second thought obliged himself to carry her on his back. He moved his quiver from his back to his belt and carried his bow in hand to accomodate her.

Soldin looked to Ian with a 'Lead on' look. It was now his Nordic strength would serve him well.

Ian

Once Soldin was ready, Ian nodded and pulled out his own glass bow. He lead the way, rather then reenter the treeline, which had losts of obstacles to slow them down, he moved down a less rough trail that probably hadn't been used for awhile.

Ian could tell that Soldin had taken a slight offense to his statment, but there were forces at work that the boy didn't know about. He might have survived out here for a few years, but I doubt he's faced something like an army of orcs, goblins, and not to mention every being with a tainted heart on the continent....

Flint Ironwood, heading for Hero hill.

Flint shrugged.
,,Well, I dunno. Normally I work alone and as I keep mentioning, I've been retired for twenty years. How about moving around in a circle and approaching the hill from the other side? We could climb to its top out of view and spy on whatever is around there from above. Unless this whatever also happens to guard the other side."

Flogir, following Flint

Flogir nodded. "Sounds like a good plan to me," he said with a "lead on" expression on his face. "I'll make sure I keep my senses clear, just incase any baddies decide to sneak up on us."

With that he edged out Iceshard and crouched low as he followed the stalking Flint.

Sodsa -> in for a meeting with friends

Sodsa went through the forest, leaves whipping past him as he darted past. Sodsa looked around and then down at the horse

She know where she's going? It seemed like it when we left, and they couldn't have moved that far that fast. Unless they split off the trail...

The horse jerked to a stop and, from the lack of hooves pounding on the ground and the wind whistling in his ears, Sodsa heard voices. They were just far enough so he couldn't make out words or tell who they belonged to. Sodsa drew his bow and nocked an arrow into place. Dismounting the horse, Sodsa snaked through the lush foliage, making noise enough for a person with keen ears to pick up. Sodsa grew closer to the voices, which he could tell were two people. Upon arrival of coming up behind the two, Sodsa recognized them to be Flint and Flogir, he slackened his bow and whistled to his horse.

ooc:I'll leave it to you to decide how to react. don't kill him though

Flogir

Flogir was quietly following Flint when his ears picked up a quickly rising rustling sound. Someone was running through the woods! Flogir managed to pick up the sound behind him and halted movements, signaling Flint to wait.

They happened to be in a small clearing, which was good and bad. Good, if whatever was heading their way only had a melee weapon, somewhat bad if they had a bow. It wasn't long until Flogir could see the rustling leaves of the forest. He readied a knife to throw into the brush, but then saw the familiar face of Sodsa.

"Sodsa! Where the hell have you been!?" Flogir said, sighing in relief, "I could've just picked you off with a knife there!"

Rann

"Let Isaac go." he said after downing the potion that Serene had handed him earlier. It would offer some temporary strength, but he knew it wouldn't last forever. He needed to return to his unnatural rest after so much exertion.

He figured he must've said it too quietly, as Flogir and Flint had already left.

"Looks like you get me and Isaac."

OOC: I don't really remember exactly where we were with rahvin, bree, etc, so I'm winging it

Rahvin

After a couple days of traveling east, they were nearing Cheydinhal. He had initially planned to get supplies in the Imperial City, but something drastic seemed to have happened, as smoke could be seen on the horizon still.

He had then steered the group towards Cheydinhal, in hopes that whatever chaos had hit the capital hadn't yet reached the smaller town.

"We'll need to get some horses in Cheydinhal. Passing through the Valus mountains will be hard enough without them."

He actually planned to go north through Skyrim first, before passing through the mountains; he wanted to avoid the masses of monsters said to be lurking in the mountains. There was still one kink in his plan though' he hadn't yet informed Sadril and Brianna of the idea.

Sodsa Hekal -> through the woods, to hero's hill we go

Sodsa looked in surprise at the knife Flogir had readied. "Heh, hindsight tells me jumping out wasn't one of my best ideas. Why are you so tense?" Soda looked around, and slowly it sunk in that there were only the three of them their. "Or, more importantly, were is everyone!?" Sodsa looked around shocked.

"I leave for less then a day and you all get yourselves lost?" Sodsa quickly added that last comment and a weak smile to try and hide his worry, though he wasn't sure if he was quick enough

Issac

"Well, hopefully we won't have to carry you all the way, Rann." Issac playfully shot at him. In truth he grateful that Rann was coming with them. He may be a pain sometimes, but he probably wants to find 'Tyana more than I do.

Flint, explaining.

,,Well....lost isn't the right word. I did go out on my own for a moment. When I came back, it turned out Sathyana had been kidnapped. So we went east after the culprit till we saw this huge display of fireworks. I'm sure you saw, or heard, it as well. Anyway, most of the group which includes our incredibly large number of telepaths is going towards where they expect Sathyana to be while us two, three now, are going to check out what's left of that hill."

,,How come they can all read minds? Must run within the family or something. Sathyana and Rann both carry the blood of Serene, who is not too secretive about her mindreading talent."

Oran, on the road

The sound of rattling gravel followed his band of men, and women, as they traveled down from thier most current battlefield. He glanced back, watching about twenty-ish mercenaries climb down the high sloped hill he had just made it to the bottom of. He'd lost five good men in the last fight, he had the gold set aside for thier families once they got back to
Cheydinhal.

Coming around the bend, two of his scouts came running back, one being Matile. She panted, out of breath from running back, "Sir, a group of travellers are just over the next hill..." He waved her back to the rest of his men, she nodded and took the other scout with her back to the little caravan-wagon they used as a mobile base while they traveled, to get thier weapons and join with the archers.

Lets see who these folks are...

OOC: Safe passage through the mountians, anyone?

Rann

Issac's statement was meant in jest, but it hit a little to close to home for him to get any amusement out of it.

"Satyana's not getting any closer with us standing here." he said as he began to walk in that direction.

Sadril

They walked a while in silence as they approached Cheydinhal, however as Sadril, Rahvin, and Brianna passed over a foothill, something was clearly amiss. Smoke rose from the town of Cheydinhal in the distance and they could see buildings in shambles. Clearly, the city had been been attacked and failed to defend itself; not long ago either.

"So much for getting some horses," Sadril stated sarcastically as he began to make his way towards the razed town.

Brianna

She felt sad about the city....and she kinda wondered what Rahvin would do now...she regarded him as the leader.....Hopefully he would tell her, because she´d stick around that´s for sure

Flogir

"Well, now that we're all caught up, let's keep going. And try not to be so loud from now on, Sodsa. There's likely going to many things flocking to Hero Hill after that blast, most of which are going to be things that would certainly like to see a group such as ours dead," Flogir said with a slight scolding tone. Being a Woodelf, Flogir thought that Sodsa would be capable of sneaking through the forest, but his loud entrance just moments ago had him a little worried.

"Lead the way, Flint. Or Sodsa, whoever. I know I'll pick the wrong way, so that's why I'm volunteering one of you two," Flogir said with a smirk.

Veric

"Well are you close enough to drive a knife through that thing's non-existent head?" Veric asked, not catching on that the Silhouette may actually not have a head, "Or perhaps get me close enough to do the job?"


Soldin

Soldin followed closely behind Ian. Satyana'a body was warm against his own in the icy weather. Her warmth reminded him he had no people in his life anymore. His mother, who had long since died, had many lovers. Soldin had been an 'accident' and was never really cared for; only a burden as he saw it.

The only person even closely resembling a fatherly-type in his life was far from it. Soldin was his name, and though he was a great hunter, and taught the one who now calls himself Soldin all he knew, he was vile and abusive and had ultimately resulted in the death of the young Soldin's mother.

Now he lived alone in these woods, hunting what he needed to survive and nothing more. Soldin recalled his life with his thoughts unguarded, not knowing of telepaths about. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his trance when it dawned on him he had no idea what exactly was going on.

Feeling a need to know, he asked Ian just that, "What's going on?"

Sadril

Sadril looked back and saw that Brianna had waited up with Rahvin to see what he would do. "Fine," he grumbled to himself as he made his way closer to Cheydinhal. The city was pretty badly ravaged, death strewn through the streets though a few still clung to life.

Oddly enough, Sadril showed his more compassionate side, and began digging through the rubble of a half collapsed house, hoping to find a survivor to rescue. Or perhaps a body, dead or alive, to feed on hidden away from people.

Ian

While "Soldin" had been occupied with his past, Ian had been occupied with his future, and that of all those around him. Though he'd gotten a slight idea of the boy's parentage, Ian was not in a proper mood to be worried about it.

When the boy suddenly asked about what was going on, Ian paused then nodded. "Well, there is a war brewing in this region. All of Tamriel is involved, or will be soon. This conflict is why your homeis no longer safe, some of the factions are imploying trained murderers and beasts....... even deadra."

Ian realized the boy might not even know what Deadra were, sixteen, he was born after the crisis so he couldn't have been orphaned in it like Issac. Then he remembered some of Slodin's memories about his parents. "I'm about as crummy a father as the real Soldin......." He muttured solemnly under his breath, forgetting that the boy was beside him.

Issac

Though Rann wasn't comforted by his attempt to lighten the mood, Issac found himself in oddly high-spirits. Or maybe she will..........

Soldin

Soldin stopped for a moment, an expression of surprise and disbelief across his face. Not even knowing of telepathy, nonetheless suspecting Ian of having the ability, his mind came to one conclusion, "Do you know my fa-- er, Soldin?" Referring to the man in his recent daydream, not himself.

Ian, getting somewhat cryptic

He turned to look apologeticly at "Soldin." He hardly knows some of the threats beyond his forest, people would try and exploit him if they knew how....... He replied in the same remorseful tone. "I know him only as well as you knew him......"

That was all he said, Ian would leave the rest for the boy to realize.

Soldin

Soldin was confused to say the least, "Wha... What do you mean?" he asked Ian. Though when he finally realized he would not get an answer he had to jog to catch back up with Ian. Keeping his words in the back of his head, Soldin changed the subject from his past, "Where are we heading now?"

Voltar

Voltar was listening intently to the conversation between Veric and the Dunmer. He felt he needed to add some input himself.

"Well, when or if we face this Silhouette we'll certainly need to co-ordinate some sort of strategy. I'm all for spontanety, but since this... thing has managed to form a great army within weeks definitely displays power. We'll definitely need to work together. For example, I could easily keep the minions of the Silhouette from bothering you should you wish to engage whatever it is face to face."

It sounded the most ideal thing to do in Voltar's mind. Plus, he wanted to try a few spells that he had been tinkering around with, just to see if they were effective enough for his standards. As he thought about this he edged up to Veric's ear and covered his words in case Karn had a good or magically enhanced ear.

"I for one wouldn't let this Dunmer live should he not comply with us. He certainly knows about our possibility of attacking the Silhouette. Knowing him, he'll pass this information right to the creature and our relative element of surpise would be comprimised."

Veric

Veric nodded at Voltar's suggestion and replied with a low-toned, though not as guarded, "I doubt that will be necessary."

Then regarding Karn and following up Voltar's input he asked with a serious face, "So what say you? Will you aid us in overthrowing your master, and perhaps find a more powerful one to serve?"

Oran, near Cheydinhal

Turning the last bend to Cheydinhal he stopped, his men stopping, and staring down the short stretch of road to the burning town. The buildings were in ruins, their familys more than likely dead, the place they called home, destroyed.

Slowly, they walked past the group they were going to intercept mere minutes beforehand, and wandered the town, going throguh thier families houses, thier favorite spots, and just stumbled along the streets. Oran himself stood where the gates once were, looking around at the destruction, he sighed, and leaned back against the wall, waiting for his men to finish so that they could bury what bodies had been left behind.

Glancing over his shoulder, he watched the group that had got here before him, and waited.

Karn

He chuckled and muttered. "Ambitous, aren't we?" Karn stopped laughing as quickly as he'd started. "I've never actually seen that thing fight something directly..... I don't think stabbing it will actually work. It has no flesh to stab......."

Veric

"So then what is it?" Veric asked, glad that he was beginning to get somewhere with Karn, "Just some clothes floating in air? Any idea how to kill it?"

Sodsa ->taken aback going to hero's hill

Sodsa caught the scolding tone and raised his eyebrows. In a shushed voice, "Ha, only reason i was louder wa because i recognized you guys. If i didn't, I could have sneaked up and slit both of your throats before the first one hit the ground." Sodsa puffed up his chest and a grin appeared on his face.

Finnaly the horse came up beside him and he looked at Flint, "So, can we bring 'er or should we leave her behind?"