Rann
Rann, always the one to be distracted, noticed that Flint and Flogir both held a similar parchment. He looked at the one in Flogir's hand intently for a few moments, though there was no possible way he could read it from the distance he was standing.
He shook his head as he reminded himself of the important task at hand. He'd ask Flogir about it later. Then, getting even more distracted, he thought about how he and Flogir had once been fairly close, but hadn't even spoken to him in quite some time....
"Glad to hear you're still on board," he said, finally getting back to the business at hand, "Does nobody know where our target is though?"
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Patholos
As Flogir got up to speak with Rann, Patholos got up as well. He walked over to a tree and withdrew his knife. He carved a "P" into the side of the tree and poured one of his nighteye potions into the groove. He then went to another tree and performed the same task, finishing the vial on the last tree.
"Flogir, the Nine Divines you worship, they are all good?" Without waiting for a response, Patholos continued, "Because if they are, you had better hope they are all on your side, besides, Nine Gods to worship would just be really hard..."
Patholos exploded with laughter as he sat back down on a tree stump.
As Flogir got up to speak with Rann, Patholos got up as well. He walked over to a tree and withdrew his knife. He carved a "P" into the side of the tree and poured one of his nighteye potions into the groove. He then went to another tree and performed the same task, finishing the vial on the last tree.
"Flogir, the Nine Divines you worship, they are all good?" Without waiting for a response, Patholos continued, "Because if they are, you had better hope they are all on your side, besides, Nine Gods to worship would just be really hard..."
Patholos exploded with laughter as he sat back down on a tree stump.
Ian, capfire
Patholos' lecture on gods and worship brought Ian out of his thoughts. It wasn't hard to imagine the Dunmer was insane, but he believed the mer was only unstable.
"You can't discount that the Nine Devines have affected history, or that the Deadra have influence over our land, but that is as far as I go.". Ian spoke up, "I know they all exist but worshiping them to gain their favor is not the smartest course in my opinion."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Mar 21 2007, 03:27 AM) 
Rann
Rann, always the one to be distracted, noticed that Flint and Flogir both held a similar parchment. He looked at the one in Flogir's hand intently for a few moments, though there was no possible way he could read it from the distance he was standing.
He shook his head as he reminded himself of the important task at hand. He'd ask Flogir about it later. Then, getting even more distracted, he thought about how he and Flogir had once been fairly close, but hadn't even spoken to him in quite some time....
"Glad to hear you're still on board," he said, finally getting back to the business at hand, "Does nobody know where our target is though?"
Serene
Serene rised an eyebrow, looking at Rann in a peculiar way
"Seems we got ourselves a true leader here" she said shaking her head....
Heīs cocky as h***, but I think heīs the right one for this...
Satyana
She hid her face, this business scared her, not for herself, but for the risk of Rann getting himself hurt, or Issac...or Soldin. Somehow she wasnīt afraid for Serene...if anyone would survive or getting out of this unharmed it was her
Flogir
Flogir shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think me and Flint asked that question when we interrogated that Argonian... That actually seems like an important question now that I think of it," Flogir replied sheepishly. He couldn't help but think that Rann had changed a little bit from the first time he had seen him. He didn't show the same aloofness he originally had, as if he now accepted his role as a potential leader.
Patholos snapped him out of reverie. "Well it's actually not that difficult to worship nine gods, since they actually ask for much. One can choose how much time they wish to worship the Gods. Myself, I give ample amount of charity to my local chapel in hopes that the Priests there do what they see fit to do with it."
Flogir shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think me and Flint asked that question when we interrogated that Argonian... That actually seems like an important question now that I think of it," Flogir replied sheepishly. He couldn't help but think that Rann had changed a little bit from the first time he had seen him. He didn't show the same aloofness he originally had, as if he now accepted his role as a potential leader.
Patholos snapped him out of reverie. "Well it's actually not that difficult to worship nine gods, since they actually ask for much. One can choose how much time they wish to worship the Gods. Myself, I give ample amount of charity to my local chapel in hopes that the Priests there do what they see fit to do with it."
Ian
Taking a moment to reflect over the new topic, voiced and unvoiced, Ian found himself in a measure of agreement with Serene and Flogir. He may prove to be a leader, though I would perfer someone with more experience......
Shrugging, the agent muttered, "More to leadership than being able to give the right orders to your followers." A leader has to bind those following him into a cohensive unit, inspire them, and have a huge amount of luck half the time.
"Let's not forget that we're not only facing a few hordes of goblins and orcs, but an entire army as well. Simply charging in and kicking them in the flanks won't suffice; as the saying goes: 'an army marches on its stomach.'" Ian added, "we'll have to demoralize them, make the lose their will to fight, break their spirit, and while they're stunned we take out the Silhouete."
Kirana, contributing
Silent up until now as they began to speak of destroying the being that commanded the enemy force, she backed up the familiar Imperial's warnings. "They will most certainly have necromancers and conjurers among their number, it won't be an easy task with hundreds or thousands of undead and Deadra swelling their ranks."
OCC: I don't think the group is aware of the Akaviri army in Black Marsh, but it wasn't difficult to make the current threat quite pressing.
Taking a moment to reflect over the new topic, voiced and unvoiced, Ian found himself in a measure of agreement with Serene and Flogir. He may prove to be a leader, though I would perfer someone with more experience......
Shrugging, the agent muttered, "More to leadership than being able to give the right orders to your followers." A leader has to bind those following him into a cohensive unit, inspire them, and have a huge amount of luck half the time.
"Let's not forget that we're not only facing a few hordes of goblins and orcs, but an entire army as well. Simply charging in and kicking them in the flanks won't suffice; as the saying goes: 'an army marches on its stomach.'" Ian added, "we'll have to demoralize them, make the lose their will to fight, break their spirit, and while they're stunned we take out the Silhouete."
Kirana, contributing
Silent up until now as they began to speak of destroying the being that commanded the enemy force, she backed up the familiar Imperial's warnings. "They will most certainly have necromancers and conjurers among their number, it won't be an easy task with hundreds or thousands of undead and Deadra swelling their ranks."
OCC: I don't think the group is aware of the Akaviri army in Black Marsh, but it wasn't difficult to make the current threat quite pressing.
Patholos
As the fire he was sitting at grew low, Patholos wandered off to get more wood. When passed by the trees he had enchanted, he whispered a small spell. The letter "P" glowed brightly for a second, then dissipated.
"I'll have to remember to tell them that the letters glow when I am near them..." Patholos thought to himself.
Patholos whistled a tune that his mother had taught him as he came back to the campsite. The others were discussing battle tactics, and he wasn't much of a leader. So he set down his logs next to the fire and stoked it.
After listening to the countless numbers of enemies this "Silhouette" had at his command, he grew worried. Then he began to sing softly the same tune he used to sing with his mother.
"All the days line up together,
Like Evergreens, they never die,
Waiting always, to finally wither,
The earth itself begins to cry.
Carry on, Wayward wanderer,
Hope will guide you on your way,
Carry on, Wayward wanderer,
Grow tall and green, Start the day."
As the fire he was sitting at grew low, Patholos wandered off to get more wood. When passed by the trees he had enchanted, he whispered a small spell. The letter "P" glowed brightly for a second, then dissipated.
"I'll have to remember to tell them that the letters glow when I am near them..." Patholos thought to himself.
Patholos whistled a tune that his mother had taught him as he came back to the campsite. The others were discussing battle tactics, and he wasn't much of a leader. So he set down his logs next to the fire and stoked it.
After listening to the countless numbers of enemies this "Silhouette" had at his command, he grew worried. Then he began to sing softly the same tune he used to sing with his mother.
"All the days line up together,
Like Evergreens, they never die,
Waiting always, to finally wither,
The earth itself begins to cry.
Carry on, Wayward wanderer,
Hope will guide you on your way,
Carry on, Wayward wanderer,
Grow tall and green, Start the day."
Rann
Rann heard the various comments about his leadership, and in response, he decided to abandon it. He didn't want to be a leader; that meant he had to be responsible. Leaders couldn't call newcomers whores, hold grudges, and be argumentative. He still wanted to do all that.
"Well, you seem to know what you're talking about," he said to Ian, "Come up with a plan."
He had obviously just passed on whatever bit of leadership the elder members had noticed.
Rann heard the various comments about his leadership, and in response, he decided to abandon it. He didn't want to be a leader; that meant he had to be responsible. Leaders couldn't call newcomers whores, hold grudges, and be argumentative. He still wanted to do all that.
"Well, you seem to know what you're talking about," he said to Ian, "Come up with a plan."
He had obviously just passed on whatever bit of leadership the elder members had noticed.
Patholos
Muttering quietely to himself, Patholos got up from the stump he was sitting on, and walked over to Rann. He didn't say anything, he just stared at him with those pupiless eyes, white and blank. After about a minute of staring, he finally spoke,
"I barely know you, my name is Patholos." He continued after a smile, or what seemed like a smile. "I noticed you had been eyeing one of those leaflettes I gave to Flint, haven't you? Well, I have more..."
Patholos extended his hand, and in it, was a leaflette. He offered it to Rann, and then said, "Read this and then we will talk..."
Patholos laughed again, only this time it was to lighten the mood, and he pat Rann on the back.
Muttering quietely to himself, Patholos got up from the stump he was sitting on, and walked over to Rann. He didn't say anything, he just stared at him with those pupiless eyes, white and blank. After about a minute of staring, he finally spoke,
"I barely know you, my name is Patholos." He continued after a smile, or what seemed like a smile. "I noticed you had been eyeing one of those leaflettes I gave to Flint, haven't you? Well, I have more..."
Patholos extended his hand, and in it, was a leaflette. He offered it to Rann, and then said, "Read this and then we will talk..."
Patholos laughed again, only this time it was to lighten the mood, and he pat Rann on the back.
Rann
Rann took the paper, despite his distrust of Patholos and hatred for the Dark Brotherhood. He glanced at the paper and looked back up to Patholos.
"Are these the f***ing Five Tenets?" since he already knew the answer, he didn't wait for a reply. He ripped the paper and dropped the shreds on the ground.
"I'd rather skip the talking part," he said, "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch me again."
Rann took the paper, despite his distrust of Patholos and hatred for the Dark Brotherhood. He glanced at the paper and looked back up to Patholos.
"Are these the f***ing Five Tenets?" since he already knew the answer, he didn't wait for a reply. He ripped the paper and dropped the shreds on the ground.
"I'd rather skip the talking part," he said, "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch me again."
Flint Ironwood.
Flint had politely ignored the 'leadership' conversation. There was nothing he had to add anyway. He wasn't a leader nor did he knew who might be suited for the role. When Rann returned to his downright rude and insulting self though, the Breton figured it was time to speak up.
,,Oh, just cut it out Rann. You don't have to show everyone you can take care of your bussiness by yourself. Because you can't. Admit it, you need us right now to survive. Trying to make everyone hate you is not going to help." He berated the youngster.
,,Besides, I know you hate the Dark Brotherhood but that is no reason to simply act like that against Patholos. I looked at the five tenets myselve and they're nothing but your standard Guild rules. The no stealing, no killing and coöperation one. Only instead of threatening with expulsion, they threaten with some supernatural being's wrath, which in itself is the same thing they say at the temples. So in short, you're acting like a child." He continued, glaring at Rann.
,,Oh, and one last thing. Aren't you an assassin yourself, just like your dad? If so, then how do you justify your own killing? In this world, you have to judge yourself before you judge others."
,,I don't have experinece with war, armies or stuff like that, but might I add a bit? I'd say we use guerilla tactics. Stay out of sight and pelt them with long range attacks, preferably poisoned arrows or something. I heard it works fine in Valenwood and Argonia. Nothing is more frightening than an enemy you can't see. Oh, and focus our fire on the leaders." He spoke, turning to the rest of the group.
,,What can I say, I read a book once." He added with a shrug.
Flint had politely ignored the 'leadership' conversation. There was nothing he had to add anyway. He wasn't a leader nor did he knew who might be suited for the role. When Rann returned to his downright rude and insulting self though, the Breton figured it was time to speak up.
,,Oh, just cut it out Rann. You don't have to show everyone you can take care of your bussiness by yourself. Because you can't. Admit it, you need us right now to survive. Trying to make everyone hate you is not going to help." He berated the youngster.
,,Besides, I know you hate the Dark Brotherhood but that is no reason to simply act like that against Patholos. I looked at the five tenets myselve and they're nothing but your standard Guild rules. The no stealing, no killing and coöperation one. Only instead of threatening with expulsion, they threaten with some supernatural being's wrath, which in itself is the same thing they say at the temples. So in short, you're acting like a child." He continued, glaring at Rann.
,,Oh, and one last thing. Aren't you an assassin yourself, just like your dad? If so, then how do you justify your own killing? In this world, you have to judge yourself before you judge others."
,,I don't have experinece with war, armies or stuff like that, but might I add a bit? I'd say we use guerilla tactics. Stay out of sight and pelt them with long range attacks, preferably poisoned arrows or something. I heard it works fine in Valenwood and Argonia. Nothing is more frightening than an enemy you can't see. Oh, and focus our fire on the leaders." He spoke, turning to the rest of the group.
,,What can I say, I read a book once." He added with a shrug.
QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Mar 22 2007, 08:06 PM)
Flint Ironwood.
Flint had politely ignored the 'leadership' conversation. There was nothing he had to add anyway. He wasn't a leader nor did he knew who might be suited for the role. When Rann returned to his downright rude and insulting self though, the Breton figured it was time to speak up.
,,Oh, just cut it out Rann. You don't have to show everyone you can take care of your bussiness by yourself. Because you can't. Admit it, you need us right now to survive. Trying to make everyone hate you is not going to help." He berated the youngster.
,,Besides, I know you hate the Dark Brotherhood but that is no reason to simply act like that against Patholos. I looked at the five tenets myselve and they're nothing but your standard Guild rules. The no stealing, no killing and coöperation one. Only instead of threatening with expulsion, they threaten with some supernatural being's wrath, which in itself is the same thing they say at the temples. So in short, you're acting like a child." He continued, glaring at Rann.
,,Oh, and one last thing. Aren't you an assassin yourself, just like your dad? If so, then how do you justify your own killing? In this world, you have to judge yourself before you judge others."
,,I don't have experinece with war, armies or stuff like that, but might I add a bit? I'd say we use guerilla tactics. Stay out of sight and pelt them with long range attacks, preferably poisoned arrows or something. I heard it works fine in Valenwood and Argonia. Nothing is more frightening than an enemy you can't see. Oh, and focus our fire on the leaders." He spoke, turning to the rest of the group.
,,What can I say, I read a book once." He added with a shrug.
Serene
She looked at Flint with satisfaction, how right he was! She, too, was really tired of all this....she wanted to go home, but for the sake of her grandchildren she though she had to stick around. She approached Flint, put her hand lightly on his shoulders, smiling
"Iīll be here....just so you know! Let me know when you need me for anything, you know me, you know how I can be of assistance.
She then went to Kirana, eager to get to know her...a fellow mage!
"Good Day to you" she said, "Iīm Serene, mage and healer, maybe you have heard of me..or maybe not..Iīd very much like to speak with you, after all we are in the same business"
Ian, planning
After the surprise of the abrupt change in command, Ian listened to Flint as he offered something along the lines he'd been coming across. "Yes, hit-and-run is probably the wisest course of action, but we can do more than that."
He continued, "Obviously the Silhoute's army is compromised of plunderers. I can't imagine having goblins working some underground farm. So for practical reasons we could steal their supplies: food, weapons, raw materials, and their riches. It could allow us to stay here for as long as needed without running out of rations, and serve to stick daggers in the army's side."
"But that won't win this conflict for us, we need more than ourselves to defeat them; we'll need the rest of Tamriel to ultimately confront them." He adopted a thoughtful look, "Flint, could you spread the word to Chorrol? The Countess might be able to contact the other counties and perhaps the other provinces."
Kirana
She greeted Serene with a friendly nod, "Hail, friend, I am Kirana, Mages Guild Scholar; pleased to meet another practicioner of the arcane arts."
Kirana smiled, "Yes, I believe someone mentioned your name once, had something to do with a conflict on Vardenfell several years ago."
After the surprise of the abrupt change in command, Ian listened to Flint as he offered something along the lines he'd been coming across. "Yes, hit-and-run is probably the wisest course of action, but we can do more than that."
He continued, "Obviously the Silhoute's army is compromised of plunderers. I can't imagine having goblins working some underground farm. So for practical reasons we could steal their supplies: food, weapons, raw materials, and their riches. It could allow us to stay here for as long as needed without running out of rations, and serve to stick daggers in the army's side."
"But that won't win this conflict for us, we need more than ourselves to defeat them; we'll need the rest of Tamriel to ultimately confront them." He adopted a thoughtful look, "Flint, could you spread the word to Chorrol? The Countess might be able to contact the other counties and perhaps the other provinces."
Kirana
She greeted Serene with a friendly nod, "Hail, friend, I am Kirana, Mages Guild Scholar; pleased to meet another practicioner of the arcane arts."
Kirana smiled, "Yes, I believe someone mentioned your name once, had something to do with a conflict on Vardenfell several years ago."
Flint Ironwood
Flint stroke the small beard that graced his chin.
,,Chorrol, I think I could reach that easily. I don't know if the countess can get word out fast enough, though. Let's see. I read about rapid intercontinental transportation once. I believe they were called shiftgates." He spoke to himself, thinking out loud.
,,Alright, I'll head over to the countess and if necessary, I'll bring a few scholars to the Imperial library to look for this Shiftgate thing." He reasoned.
,,But one more thing. Since you'll be busy stalking the Silhouette, how will I find you upon my return. Maybe you could give off a signal that doesn't look like a signal. Man, I'm talking in riddles, aren't I?"
Flint stroke the small beard that graced his chin.
,,Chorrol, I think I could reach that easily. I don't know if the countess can get word out fast enough, though. Let's see. I read about rapid intercontinental transportation once. I believe they were called shiftgates." He spoke to himself, thinking out loud.
,,Alright, I'll head over to the countess and if necessary, I'll bring a few scholars to the Imperial library to look for this Shiftgate thing." He reasoned.
,,But one more thing. Since you'll be busy stalking the Silhouette, how will I find you upon my return. Maybe you could give off a signal that doesn't look like a signal. Man, I'm talking in riddles, aren't I?"
Ian, same
"I would imagine by the time you return you could follow the trail of dead bandits and goblins." He replied mildly, "If necessary I'd recommend killing the nearest living creature; I can smell freshly spilled blood unless it's downwind of course."
Flint Ironwood.
Flint nodded.
,,Well, looks like being a vamp does have some unexpected advantages. Alright, I'll be off then. Stay safe." The Breton replied and made sure he'd everything safely attached to his belt. He knew from experience how annoying it was to lose something in midflight and have to jump back to pick it up, usually with a few hours of searching bushes.
,,See ya. And take care of mister badmouth over there." He said, pointing at Rann and shot away into the sky.
Flint nodded.
,,Well, looks like being a vamp does have some unexpected advantages. Alright, I'll be off then. Stay safe." The Breton replied and made sure he'd everything safely attached to his belt. He knew from experience how annoying it was to lose something in midflight and have to jump back to pick it up, usually with a few hours of searching bushes.
,,See ya. And take care of mister badmouth over there." He said, pointing at Rann and shot away into the sky.
Rann
Rann stood silently for a moment before walking into the woods by himself. He didn't let on as to his intentions; he didn't say if he was leaving for good or if he was just going to think. He hadn't quite decided himself.
Flint says I can't take care of myself? Well damn him.
Rann stood silently for a moment before walking into the woods by himself. He didn't let on as to his intentions; he didn't say if he was leaving for good or if he was just going to think. He hadn't quite decided himself.
Flint says I can't take care of myself? Well damn him.
Ian
He watched Rann retreat out of the corner of his eye. Shaking his head, Ian mused. I wonder where he got his fragile ego....... Seems like he can't even take sarcasm
Turning his attention to the rest of the group, he began. "Well, we've had a rough time over the last few months. This isn't even halfway, everyone get some rest before the sun rises again."
Ian paused for a moment, then added. "It might be the last good sleep we'll get for awhile. I doubt vampires need consistant rest, so I'll keep watch."
Flogir
Flogir waved Flint off as he took off into the air. Well that's one less person I can talk to easily... he thought sadly as he returned to the warmth of the fire. While staring into the flames he noticed Rann walk off into the darkness. Obviously, Flint's comments had gotten to him.
Should I see how he's doing? he questioned himself. The most likely response should he inquire would likely be some form of "Bugger off!" but Flogir decided it was something he would risk.
Rising to his feet he groaned as stiff muscled reacted to his movements. The battle with the werewolves had been more taxing than he thought. Still, he calmly followed the path Rann took. Seeing just slightly ahead of him, he called out softly.
"Hey Rann, you okay pal?"
Flogir waved Flint off as he took off into the air. Well that's one less person I can talk to easily... he thought sadly as he returned to the warmth of the fire. While staring into the flames he noticed Rann walk off into the darkness. Obviously, Flint's comments had gotten to him.
Should I see how he's doing? he questioned himself. The most likely response should he inquire would likely be some form of "Bugger off!" but Flogir decided it was something he would risk.
Rising to his feet he groaned as stiff muscled reacted to his movements. The battle with the werewolves had been more taxing than he thought. Still, he calmly followed the path Rann took. Seeing just slightly ahead of him, he called out softly.
"Hey Rann, you okay pal?"
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Mar 22 2007, 10:57 PM)
Flogir
Flogir waved Flint off as he took off into the air. Well that's one less person I can talk to easily... he thought sadly as he returned to the warmth of the fire. While staring into the flames he noticed Rann walk off into the darkness. Obviously, Flint's comments had gotten to him.
Should I see how he's doing? he questioned himself. The most likely response should he inquire would likely be some form of "Bugger off!" but Flogir decided it was something he would risk.
Rising to his feet he groaned as stiff muscled reacted to his movements. The battle with the werewolves had been more taxing than he thought. Still, he calmly followed the path Rann took. Seeing just slightly ahead of him, he called out softly.
"Hey Rann, you okay pal?"
Rann
Rann was sitting on an old stump when Flogir called out.
"I'll be fine," he answered, "But if you have to convince yourself, come sit."
Flogir
Flogir took a stump beside Rann. "So I take it what Flint said got to ya a little bit? To me it just seemed that Flint hit a bit of a boiling point with all the bickering that has been going on lately. It could've been anyone to make the next mistake to set him off. The bad luck just seemed to have fallen on you."
Flogir took a stump beside Rann. "So I take it what Flint said got to ya a little bit? To me it just seemed that Flint hit a bit of a boiling point with all the bickering that has been going on lately. It could've been anyone to make the next mistake to set him off. The bad luck just seemed to have fallen on you."
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Mar 22 2007, 11:09 PM)
Flogir
Flogir took a stump beside Rann. "So I take it what Flint said got to ya a little bit? To me it just seemed that Flint hit a bit of a boiling point with all the bickering that has been going on lately. It could've been anyone to make the next mistake to set him off. The bad luck just seemed to have fallen on you."
Rann
"Yeah, he got to me a little, and sure the part about me not being able to take care of myself and acting like a child got to me, but I could handle that easily enough. It was the other part. We have a member of the f***ing Dark Brotherhood travelling with us and nobody gives a damn. He told me not to judge him. The fact that he affiliates himself with Sithis and the Brotherhood and hands out the Five Tenets like candy are enough to condemn him. And then Flint compared me to that white-eyed bastarde."
He stopped there. His hatred for the Brotherhood was well-founded, and Rann had actually congratulated himself in showing extreme self-control in only ripping the tenets to shreds and mouthing off.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Mar 23 2007, 04:24 AM)
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Mar 22 2007, 11:09 PM)
Flogir
Flogir took a stump beside Rann. "So I take it what Flint said got to ya a little bit? To me it just seemed that Flint hit a bit of a boiling point with all the bickering that has been going on lately. It could've been anyone to make the next mistake to set him off. The bad luck just seemed to have fallen on you."
Rann
"Yeah, he got to me a little, and sure the part about me not being able to take care of myself and acting like a child got to me, but I could handle that easily enough. It was the other part. We have a member of the f***ing Dark Brotherhood travelling with us and nobody gives a damn. He told me not to judge him. The fact that he affiliates himself with Sithis and the Brotherhood and hands out the Five Tenets like candy are enough to condemn him. And then Flint compared me to that white-eyed bastarde."
He stopped there. His hatred for the Brotherhood was well-founded, and Rann had actually congratulated himself in showing extreme self-control in only ripping the tenets to shreds and mouthing off.
Patholos
Patholos had followed Rann and Flogir to their seats and he remained hidden in the woods. After the last words from Rann, Anger exploded through Patholos' mind.
With a roar of defiance, Patholos exploded into the setting and drew his knife.
"Draw your weapon, n'wah, so I may kill you! How dare you insult my,...my..." A crimson tear rolled down Patholos' cheek, and he finished by saying, "My entire life!" With a cry of anguish, Patholos roared.
Patholos, enraged, calmed after three or four seconds, and dragged the blade across his palm. He sheathed his dagger and wrapped his hand. With a look extreme hatred, and sorrow, he spat on the ground.
Issac
Following the yelling and cursing, he found Rann, Flogir, and Patholos in another part of the woods. It was clear that they had struck a tense cord.
Issac lobbed a weak (standard scale, not the uder mage scale) fireball in between them. He halted a good distance away.
"Hey, let's be civil; save the fury for the enemy!". Issac held both his hands level with his shoulders, "We don't have time for in-fighting."
Rann
Rann stood and was ready to draw his blade when Patholos burst through the woods threatening him. He didn't plan on actually drawing until it was necessary, but he was almost praying for Patholos to make the first move.
Patholos calmed down then, and a fireball erupted between them. Rann knew it came from Issac, and that made it non-threatening in his mind; Issac wouldn't actually hurt either of them.
"If you didn't want people to insult your life, maybe you should've chosen a different one."
Then he walked off, actually intending to leave this time. In his mind, he wasn't infighting as Issac said; he had been using his energy against the enemy.
Rann stood and was ready to draw his blade when Patholos burst through the woods threatening him. He didn't plan on actually drawing until it was necessary, but he was almost praying for Patholos to make the first move.
Patholos calmed down then, and a fireball erupted between them. Rann knew it came from Issac, and that made it non-threatening in his mind; Issac wouldn't actually hurt either of them.
"If you didn't want people to insult your life, maybe you should've chosen a different one."
Then he walked off, actually intending to leave this time. In his mind, he wasn't infighting as Issac said; he had been using his energy against the enemy.
Satyana
She observed the latest happenings, though nobody seemed to take any notice of her, which pleased her a lot. She had hidden herself in the woods after followingher brother without being seen. No this was a bit too much for her, seeing her brother leave...just like that!
She never knew where her strength really came from but she practicaly "flew" after him on light feet, touching his arm, very lightly
"Rann! Donīt leave me! You are the closest I have as family right now, do not leave me just like this...and without even saying goodbye. I love you and I was hoping you care for me...I canīt stop you leaving, but Iīd appreciate if you let me go with you"
She stopped....hoping that Rann would care to answer her
She observed the latest happenings, though nobody seemed to take any notice of her, which pleased her a lot. She had hidden herself in the woods after followingher brother without being seen. No this was a bit too much for her, seeing her brother leave...just like that!
She never knew where her strength really came from but she practicaly "flew" after him on light feet, touching his arm, very lightly
"Rann! Donīt leave me! You are the closest I have as family right now, do not leave me just like this...and without even saying goodbye. I love you and I was hoping you care for me...I canīt stop you leaving, but Iīd appreciate if you let me go with you"
She stopped....hoping that Rann would care to answer her
Flogir
Well it turned out that his private conversation wasn't as private as he thought it was. Suddenly there were people everywhere and bickering once more.
Flogir dropped his hands to his sides. "I'm going to bed," he grunted in an agitated tone. He was fed up with dealing with problems for today.
Well it turned out that his private conversation wasn't as private as he thought it was. Suddenly there were people everywhere and bickering once more.
Flogir dropped his hands to his sides. "I'm going to bed," he grunted in an agitated tone. He was fed up with dealing with problems for today.
QUOTE(minque @ Mar 23 2007, 04:39 PM)
Satyana
She observed the latest happenings, though nobody seemed to take any notice of her, which pleased her a lot. She had hidden herself in the woods after followingher brother without being seen. No this was a bit too much for her, seeing her brother leave...just like that!
She never knew where her strength really came from but she practicaly "flew" after him on light feet, touching his arm, very lightly
"Rann! Donīt leave me! You are the closest I have as family right now, do not leave me just like this...and without even saying goodbye. I love you and I was hoping you care for me...I canīt stop you leaving, but Iīd appreciate if you let me go with you"
She stopped....hoping that Rann would care to answer her
Rann
It was good to know that someone cared, but Satyana had no business with him.
"Look, I'm sorry for not saying good-bye, so I'll do it now; you don't want to leave Issac to go gods-know-where with me. Brothers are supposed to be a little more distant than lovers, right?"
Did I just give my approval there?
Before she could answer him, or even before he could answer his own unspoken question, he walked on. "See you later, Sis."
Issac
As he passed Flogir; Issac nodded to him, "Sleep well." He approached Patholos cautiously, not wanting to upset or provoke him. "Don't mind Rann, he can be rash and stubborn at times. I'm not sure he knows what he actually believes in."
Oddly enough, the last part of the sentence made some sense. Rann seemed almost as erratic as Patholos, just in different ways. "Look on the brigth side, all you have to do is just tune out the insults. Everything becomes bearable at that point." Issac said with a reassuring smile.
Patholos
Patholos stormed off away from Issac, and thought about whether or not he should attack Rann. With another roar of anger, Patholos turned to where Rann had walked off through the woods. Patholos, used every swear word he had ever heard, and even some he had made up. He yelled, hoping Rann would hear him, "If your family was killed and all you had was the Order, what would you do, you coward!"
Patholos returned to the campfire he was sitting at earlier. He sat and thought a long time about his dead family and his ruined body. He thought about the Order, and how they are so hated. Then Patholos came to a realization, his Order consisted of murderers and criminals. A wave of nausea passed over Patholos and he vomited. He had come to believe that Sithis only granted membership to the Chosen. Patholos got up and walked back over to Issac and said, "Friend, I need to speak with your concerning matters of the utmost importance. My whole life is in question now because of the insults that rang true. Please, I beg of you, I am lost, help me find myself again, lest I resort to killing blindly..."
Patholos stormed off away from Issac, and thought about whether or not he should attack Rann. With another roar of anger, Patholos turned to where Rann had walked off through the woods. Patholos, used every swear word he had ever heard, and even some he had made up. He yelled, hoping Rann would hear him, "If your family was killed and all you had was the Order, what would you do, you coward!"
Patholos returned to the campfire he was sitting at earlier. He sat and thought a long time about his dead family and his ruined body. He thought about the Order, and how they are so hated. Then Patholos came to a realization, his Order consisted of murderers and criminals. A wave of nausea passed over Patholos and he vomited. He had come to believe that Sithis only granted membership to the Chosen. Patholos got up and walked back over to Issac and said, "Friend, I need to speak with your concerning matters of the utmost importance. My whole life is in question now because of the insults that rang true. Please, I beg of you, I am lost, help me find myself again, lest I resort to killing blindly..."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Mar 24 2007, 03:48 AM)
QUOTE(minque @ Mar 23 2007, 04:39 PM)
Satyana
She observed the latest happenings, though nobody seemed to take any notice of her, which pleased her a lot. She had hidden herself in the woods after followingher brother without being seen. No this was a bit too much for her, seeing her brother leave...just like that!
She never knew where her strength really came from but she practicaly "flew" after him on light feet, touching his arm, very lightly
"Rann! Donīt leave me! You are the closest I have as family right now, do not leave me just like this...and without even saying goodbye. I love you and I was hoping you care for me...I canīt stop you leaving, but Iīd appreciate if you let me go with you"
She stopped....hoping that Rann would care to answer her
Rann
It was good to know that someone cared, but Satyana had no business with him.
"Look, I'm sorry for not saying good-bye, so I'll do it now; you don't want to leave Issac to go gods-know-where with me. Brothers are supposed to be a little more distant than lovers, right?"
Did I just give my approval there?
Before she could answer him, or even before he could answer his own unspoken question, he walked on. "See you later, Sis."
QUOTE(Priest of Sithis @ Mar 24 2007, 03:02 PM)
Patholos
Patholos stormed off away from Issac, and thought about whether or not he should attack Rann. With another roar of anger, Patholos turned to where Rann had walked off through the woods. Patholos, used every swear word he had ever heard, and even some he had made up. He yelled, hoping Rann would hear him, "If your family was killed and all you had was the Order, what would you do, you coward!"
Patholos returned to the campfire he was sitting at earlier. He sat and thought a long time about his dead family and his ruined body. He thought about the Order, and how they are so hated. Then Patholos came to a realization, his Order consisted of murderers and criminals. A wave of nausea passed over Patholos and he vomited. He had come to believe that Sithis only granted membership to the Chosen. Patholos got up and walked back over to Issac and said, "Friend, I need to speak with your concerning matters of the utmost importance. My whole life is in question now because of the insults that rang true. Please, I beg of you, I am lost, help me find myself again, lest I resort to killing blindly..."
Satyana
She gave Rannīs arm a final hug, it was the only thing there was time to before he rushed away with those words about brothers being more distant than lovers. It was true ..in some kind, but Satyana was sick and tired of being left behind all the time. Issac wasnīt paying much attention to her at the moment as it was, and now Rann was off! Tears ran down her face as she turned back to the camp.
Then she heard that stranger, Patholos shout at Rann, calling him a coward! A flaming rage rose in her, but didnīt make her rush away, instead she slipped into the shadows again, keeping an eye of Patholos. She followed him back, careful so she wouldnīt be noticed. She smirked when she saw him vomit...
Serves him right!
When he approached Issac she was standing near, but unseen, observing....waiting for an opportunity to...maybe to punish him for insulting Rann....
Iīll be waiting for you
Issac
"Well, alright," He replied awkwardly. "Just tell tell me how to help and I'll do so to the best of my abilities."
I hope Satyana's alright; maybe I've been too distant of late.....
Patholos
"My friend, I feel sick all the time, and I have doubts. My Master is alive, and apparently living in Bruma. I thought him dead after all these years, me being the one thought killed him. He was the one, of which I found out later, that staged the "magical accident" at my home and murdered my family. In my order, if you want retribution, you take it. Thats all. I ambushed him and struck him with a blow that would have killed a normal man, but, he persevered, his stink I can smell on Ian." Patholos paused, a feeling of uneasiness passed over him and he looked around in the bushes.
He continued, "I think that what I did in my long years as a Dark Brotherhood member and an exclusive member of the Order, I didn't care about all the death, now I find that every death lingers on my soul. The Dread Father does not answer my entreaties and I find myself worthless and hollow. It wasn't until this band of heroes and the information I tried to relay to everybody came about that I thought the Dread Father had abandoned me. I need to talk to someone about Rann, and maybe we can both agree to be civil, then, after this battle, we can end this strife with the taking of life."
OOC: my bad about the last line rhyme, but i did't know how to finish it proper like. MY B!
"My friend, I feel sick all the time, and I have doubts. My Master is alive, and apparently living in Bruma. I thought him dead after all these years, me being the one thought killed him. He was the one, of which I found out later, that staged the "magical accident" at my home and murdered my family. In my order, if you want retribution, you take it. Thats all. I ambushed him and struck him with a blow that would have killed a normal man, but, he persevered, his stink I can smell on Ian." Patholos paused, a feeling of uneasiness passed over him and he looked around in the bushes.
He continued, "I think that what I did in my long years as a Dark Brotherhood member and an exclusive member of the Order, I didn't care about all the death, now I find that every death lingers on my soul. The Dread Father does not answer my entreaties and I find myself worthless and hollow. It wasn't until this band of heroes and the information I tried to relay to everybody came about that I thought the Dread Father had abandoned me. I need to talk to someone about Rann, and maybe we can both agree to be civil, then, after this battle, we can end this strife with the taking of life."
OOC: my bad about the last line rhyme, but i did't know how to finish it proper like. MY B!
Rann
Rann didn't know where he waas headed. He didn't even know which direction he was headed, and he didn't bother to look at the stars and find out.
He didn't want to leave many of the people in the group, but he didn't want to travel with a member of the Brotherhood either. He figured maybe he could meet Altair later to finish whatever tentative plans they had made. How, he didn't know.
He walked on, suddenly realizing that he had left his supplies with the others. He had walked too far to consider going back though. All he had now were his clothes and his sword.
It's all I need for now, I guess.
Rann didn't know where he waas headed. He didn't even know which direction he was headed, and he didn't bother to look at the stars and find out.
He didn't want to leave many of the people in the group, but he didn't want to travel with a member of the Brotherhood either. He figured maybe he could meet Altair later to finish whatever tentative plans they had made. How, he didn't know.
He walked on, suddenly realizing that he had left his supplies with the others. He had walked too far to consider going back though. All he had now were his clothes and his sword.
It's all I need for now, I guess.
Issac, doing his job (mediating)
"Well, I've only known him for the last few monthes. If you want to get some helpful insight into his life and not just how to deal with the constant squables, I'd suggest Serene or maybe Satyana, his sister."
Issac pondered about this master's involvment with Ian. "I'm certain 'Tyana is nearby; I'll go find her."
He turned and traveled a short distance searching for her. Finally, Issac found her sitting behind a bush not too far away. "Satyana," he said softly placing his hand on her shoulder. "What are you doing back here?"
"Well, I've only known him for the last few monthes. If you want to get some helpful insight into his life and not just how to deal with the constant squables, I'd suggest Serene or maybe Satyana, his sister."
Issac pondered about this master's involvment with Ian. "I'm certain 'Tyana is nearby; I'll go find her."
He turned and traveled a short distance searching for her. Finally, Issac found her sitting behind a bush not too far away. "Satyana," he said softly placing his hand on her shoulder. "What are you doing back here?"
Patholos, following Isaac
Patholos followed Issac to the bush he stood in front of. Without even looking, Patholos felt eyes staring at him, boring through him. Patholos immediately felt uncomfortable, and even a bit sickly.
"Excuse me, Satyana?" Patholos said, after hearing Issac say her name. "My name is Patholos, and I believe I met one of your kin earlier." Trying his best to put on his manic grin, he smiled. "I believe we had somewhat of a quarrel and it almost came to blows. I may have said some words that would have angered your brother, and if it is possible, I would like to talk with him."
Patholos followed Issac to the bush he stood in front of. Without even looking, Patholos felt eyes staring at him, boring through him. Patholos immediately felt uncomfortable, and even a bit sickly.
"Excuse me, Satyana?" Patholos said, after hearing Issac say her name. "My name is Patholos, and I believe I met one of your kin earlier." Trying his best to put on his manic grin, he smiled. "I believe we had somewhat of a quarrel and it almost came to blows. I may have said some words that would have angered your brother, and if it is possible, I would like to talk with him."
Satyana
"Ssshh, Issac! Youīre not supposed to find me! Iīll have to look after Rann, so nothing will happen to him." Then she turned to Patholos looking at him coldly
"I donīt think you should have anything to do with my brother....you did yell at him, and I donīt like that, even if he had it coming to him...what is your business here anyway Mister?"
"Ssshh, Issac! Youīre not supposed to find me! Iīll have to look after Rann, so nothing will happen to him." Then she turned to Patholos looking at him coldly
"I donīt think you should have anything to do with my brother....you did yell at him, and I donīt like that, even if he had it coming to him...what is your business here anyway Mister?"
Patholos
With another manic grin, Patholos replied, "To uphold the balance of things in this group. You see," Patholos paused, looked off for a second, then replied, "What your brother said had some truth to it. I do have a questionable lifestyle and i would like to talk to him about it. You are kin, and that means you understand him more than I ever would."
Patholos looked at Satyana's face, noticing faint similarities between Rann and her. Patholos, not wanting to scare or enrage Satyana, looked off again as he said, "If I owe you penance for what I said, so be it. I will serve it if it kills me, but know this, I mean everything that I said. Once this endeavor of ours is over, You, your sibling, and I will finish this quarrel." Patholos gazed deep with his white eyes, then dropped to his knee in front of her and said, "What is my penance for the wronging of kin?"
With another manic grin, Patholos replied, "To uphold the balance of things in this group. You see," Patholos paused, looked off for a second, then replied, "What your brother said had some truth to it. I do have a questionable lifestyle and i would like to talk to him about it. You are kin, and that means you understand him more than I ever would."
Patholos looked at Satyana's face, noticing faint similarities between Rann and her. Patholos, not wanting to scare or enrage Satyana, looked off again as he said, "If I owe you penance for what I said, so be it. I will serve it if it kills me, but know this, I mean everything that I said. Once this endeavor of ours is over, You, your sibling, and I will finish this quarrel." Patholos gazed deep with his white eyes, then dropped to his knee in front of her and said, "What is my penance for the wronging of kin?"
The Silhouette
He stood atop Hero Hill, having reached his destination nearly an hour ago. The army of Tsaeci had merged with his existing Tamrielic army, but still remained distinctly separate.
He was thinking to march on the capital city soon.
Rann
Rann walked on, still unable to believe that his (former) companions so readily accepted an obvious and self-proclaimed member of the Dark Brotherhood into their ranks.
He finally stopped to look at the stars to get his bearings.
I'm headed towards Hero Hill...maybe I should take a shot at the Silhouette by myself. Hell, I bet they haven't even moved yet.
He kept walking until he came out of the thick forest and saw Hero Hill in the moonlit distance. He thought he could see a dark figure standing on top, but couldn't be sure. What he was sure of, however, was the mass of strange-looking things surrounding the distant hill.
He silently backtracked through the woods again, until he was sure he was far enough away to avoid being caught. When he was confident of his safety, he ran back towards the group. They had to be warned, no matter who was travelling with them.
He stood atop Hero Hill, having reached his destination nearly an hour ago. The army of Tsaeci had merged with his existing Tamrielic army, but still remained distinctly separate.
He was thinking to march on the capital city soon.
Rann
Rann walked on, still unable to believe that his (former) companions so readily accepted an obvious and self-proclaimed member of the Dark Brotherhood into their ranks.
He finally stopped to look at the stars to get his bearings.
I'm headed towards Hero Hill...maybe I should take a shot at the Silhouette by myself. Hell, I bet they haven't even moved yet.
He kept walking until he came out of the thick forest and saw Hero Hill in the moonlit distance. He thought he could see a dark figure standing on top, but couldn't be sure. What he was sure of, however, was the mass of strange-looking things surrounding the distant hill.
He silently backtracked through the woods again, until he was sure he was far enough away to avoid being caught. When he was confident of his safety, he ran back towards the group. They had to be warned, no matter who was travelling with them.
Issac, camp outskirts
He was about to ask if penance was really necessary when he heard a rustling to the northeast.
Without saying a word, Issac approached the direction of the sound to find- "Rann, back so soon? We just broke open a crate of mead to celebrate a momwnt of peace and quiet."
Mostly the comment was a joke, but Issac realized it coulf be taken as an insult.
Satyana
She was just about to answer Patholos when she heard a commotion of some kind, and got this special feeling that only siblings sometimes encounter..
"Rann?" she whispered, seeing Issac head off towards northeast...
She was just about to answer Patholos when she heard a commotion of some kind, and got this special feeling that only siblings sometimes encounter..
"Rann?" she whispered, seeing Issac head off towards northeast...
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Mar 29 2007, 09:02 AM)
Issac, camp outskirts
He was about to ask if penance was really necessary when he heard a rustling to the northeast.
Without saying a word, Issac approached the direction of the sound to find- "Rann, back so soon? We just broke open a crate of mead to celebrate a momwnt of peace and quiet."
Mostly the comment was a joke, but Issac realized it coulf be taken as an insult.
Rann
Rann stopped running and bent down with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. After regaining his breath, he responded to Issac.
"Shut the hell up."
Satyana
She approached her brother slowly....
"Rann? Are you OK? What is the matter?"
There was something weird here, otherwise Rann wouldnīt have come back....
Please Rannie....no more harsh words..tell us whatīs wrong instead, just like that!
She approached her brother slowly....
"Rann? Are you OK? What is the matter?"
There was something weird here, otherwise Rann wouldnīt have come back....
Please Rannie....no more harsh words..tell us whatīs wrong instead, just like that!
Issac
Holding both hands, palms open, at shoulder hieght, Issac replied. "As you wish." Now what could be so important that it could cause Rann to not only stop in his tracks, but change his mind when it was clearly set on something?
On the one hand, Issac really wanted to no on the other, he knew he wasn't going to like whatever could make Rann turn-tale.
Holding both hands, palms open, at shoulder hieght, Issac replied. "As you wish." Now what could be so important that it could cause Rann to not only stop in his tracks, but change his mind when it was clearly set on something?
On the one hand, Issac really wanted to no on the other, he knew he wasn't going to like whatever could make Rann turn-tale.
Rann
"The Silhouette is close," he explained, stil breathing heavily from the run. "I've seen him."
"I thought of going after him myself, but getting through a few thousand snake-men wouldn't be fun. Yes I said snake-men. Damned snake-men! Who the f*** has heard of that?"
He had, of course, heard of the Tsaeci, but doubted that anything from Akavir would be here, especially not in such numbers...
"The Silhouette is close," he explained, stil breathing heavily from the run. "I've seen him."
"I thought of going after him myself, but getting through a few thousand snake-men wouldn't be fun. Yes I said snake-men. Damned snake-men! Who the f*** has heard of that?"
He had, of course, heard of the Tsaeci, but doubted that anything from Akavir would be here, especially not in such numbers...
Issac
"Wait a minute, 'Akaviri Snake-men?' Didn't Moldaire have something to do with some magical order from Akavir?" He asked, though he fully remembered what that book had said about "Moldaire." This certainly makes things worse, but now that we know; we should have realized the possibilities.
"What if this entire war has been nothing but a ploy to soften up Tamriel for the Akaviri to conquer?"
"Wait a minute, 'Akaviri Snake-men?' Didn't Moldaire have something to do with some magical order from Akavir?" He asked, though he fully remembered what that book had said about "Moldaire." This certainly makes things worse, but now that we know; we should have realized the possibilities.
"What if this entire war has been nothing but a ploy to soften up Tamriel for the Akaviri to conquer?"
Green-Root, back in the fray.
Green-Root had observed the army for quite some time. Now though, he was on his way to the campsite of the 'heroes'. When he approached, he slowed down. Just long enough to draw his spear. The silver tip was lowered, a sign of his willingness to talk yet ready to defend himself if needed.
,,I doubt it. I've seen the army and it does indeed look impressive and capable of laying waste to a large area of Tamriel. But, I've only seen destroyers, no conquerors. Slaying your enemies in combat is not enough if you wish to conquer. You must be able to hold your territory and make use of it." He hissed as he boldly strode into the camp.
,,Whatever is the case, do not underestimate the scaled ones. They came through Argonia as foreigners. A feat worthy of respect. But it has to be said that they also lost quite a few of their numbers in the Black marsh. Still, what remains is more than enough."
He looked around, searching for something, someone. He saw Flogir, sleeping. The Argonian walked over to the man and kicked him awake with his tail.
,,Well met again, Nord. Where is your Breton friend? I still owe him repaymant for that gash upon my snout. For that matter, I owe repayment to you as well." He snarled, baring his teeth.
Green-Root had observed the army for quite some time. Now though, he was on his way to the campsite of the 'heroes'. When he approached, he slowed down. Just long enough to draw his spear. The silver tip was lowered, a sign of his willingness to talk yet ready to defend himself if needed.
,,I doubt it. I've seen the army and it does indeed look impressive and capable of laying waste to a large area of Tamriel. But, I've only seen destroyers, no conquerors. Slaying your enemies in combat is not enough if you wish to conquer. You must be able to hold your territory and make use of it." He hissed as he boldly strode into the camp.
,,Whatever is the case, do not underestimate the scaled ones. They came through Argonia as foreigners. A feat worthy of respect. But it has to be said that they also lost quite a few of their numbers in the Black marsh. Still, what remains is more than enough."
He looked around, searching for something, someone. He saw Flogir, sleeping. The Argonian walked over to the man and kicked him awake with his tail.
,,Well met again, Nord. Where is your Breton friend? I still owe him repaymant for that gash upon my snout. For that matter, I owe repayment to you as well." He snarled, baring his teeth.
OCC: Flogir went to bed before Rann came back.
Kirana, nearby
Though not close enough to see the young ones one the outskirts of camp, she was able to hear them without a good deal of difficulty. When the hissing voice of an Argonian became apparent, Kirana made the connection to the one she'd spoken to before the Imperial City's evacuation.
"I'm sorry, Serene, but it would appear another matter has come up." She excused herself and slowly approached the cluster of youngsters and the Argonian.
Kirana, nearby
Though not close enough to see the young ones one the outskirts of camp, she was able to hear them without a good deal of difficulty. When the hissing voice of an Argonian became apparent, Kirana made the connection to the one she'd spoken to before the Imperial City's evacuation.
"I'm sorry, Serene, but it would appear another matter has come up." She excused herself and slowly approached the cluster of youngsters and the Argonian.
QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Mar 30 2007, 01:54 AM)
Green-Root, back in the fray.
Green-Root had observed the army for quite some time. Now though, he was on his way to the campsite of the 'heroes'. When he approached, he slowed down. Just long enough to draw his spear. The silver tip was lowered, a sign of his willingness to talk yet ready to defend himself if needed.
,,I doubt it. I've seen the army and it does indeed look impressive and capable of laying waste to a large area of Tamriel. But, I've only seen destroyers, no conquerors. Slaying your enemies in combat is not enough if you wish to conquer. You must be able to hold your territory and make use of it." He hissed as he boldly strode into the camp.
,,Whatever is the case, do not underestimate the scaled ones. They came through Argonia as foreigners. A feat worthy of respect. But it has to be said that they also lost quite a few of their numbers in the Black marsh. Still, what remains is more than enough."
He looked around, searching for something, someone. He saw Flogir, sleeping. The Argonian walked over to the man and kicked him awake with his tail.
,,Well met again, Nord. Where is your Breton friend? I still owe him repaymant for that gash upon my snout. For that matter, I owe repayment to you as well." He snarled, baring his teeth.
Rann
Rann didn't like this argonian one bit, mainly because he apparently had some score to settle with Flogir, who he considered a friend. And because he seemed to be hindering their progress; he was the last thing they needed now that they were faced with Akavirians.
When Kirana joined them, he leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. "Know anything about this scaly bastarde?"
Serene, stepping back
She nodded at Kirana and sat down re-packing her backpack. It was time to leave now, the young ones could very well cope on their own, she would stick around for a short while just to see how things turned out in the near future. After that she would go home...
Satyana
She took out a worn piece of parchment from her pocket and read the runes written on it to herself, memorizing them...memorizing them well. She hadnt used this spell so many times but she knew its power all too well. Her eyes were dark and cold, as her mind. Just focussing on the devastating magic made her alter her personality..or at least so it seemed
She nodded at Kirana and sat down re-packing her backpack. It was time to leave now, the young ones could very well cope on their own, she would stick around for a short while just to see how things turned out in the near future. After that she would go home...
Satyana
She took out a worn piece of parchment from her pocket and read the runes written on it to herself, memorizing them...memorizing them well. She hadnt used this spell so many times but she knew its power all too well. Her eyes were dark and cold, as her mind. Just focussing on the devastating magic made her alter her personality..or at least so it seemed
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