Patholos
Seeing what Karn wrote made Patholos think. Patholos shrugged and laid all the bodies together. The unconscious Nord was starting to come to, so Patholos struck him again, then using pieces of cloth from the clothing of the assailants, he tied the Nord to all the bodies. Patholos turned to Karn, and a feeling of belonging struck him. Here in front of Patholos was another Dunmer, whose heritage they both share. Also, this man was a visionary, as well as a formidable force. Patholos said, "My Brother, there comes a time when one must stop to gather himself, survey his surroundings, and make intelligent choices. I believe now is not one of those times.." Patholos made an elaborate gesture as if he was trying to hear something very faint. Yelling and cursing echoed down the sewer. Patholos smiled a wry smile, then he said, "There is way that would lead outside into the mountains through an old Mythic Dawn cultist's house. Once she died, it became an extremely valuable place. If you would just come this way...." Patholos smile again, and motioning down deeper into the sewer, Patholos took off.
Full Version: To Heir is Human II- Playground 9
QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Apr 21 2007, 01:26 PM) 
Flint Ironwood, Chorrol (totally forgot about him. Dang.)
Flint paced back and forth in front of the throne. He'd thought that merely dropping Ian's name would be enough. Now he had to give out a detailed report?
,,And I pretty much forgot everything. Man, I'm really getting old."
He scratched his beard, still pacing.
,,Ok, so I'm a bit mentally disabled at my age, so I kinda forgot the chronological order." He mumbled incoherently.
,,The Imperial City has been evacuated completely, the navy has been sunk, Leyawiin has been burned down to the ground. Cheydinhall has come under attack and likely fallen. Sathyana was kidnapped but has been saved by now. Then, someone who I think I might know blew up a large portion of the Valus mountain, taking a large portion of the original army with him. Somewhere around that time, the Silhouette disappeared, only to return later at the head of thousands of Akaviri snakes. And I know how to count, thank you very much."
He took a deep breath before continuing.
,,Ian is now a vampire but otherwise seems to be fine. Serene from Vvardenfell joined up as well, which should be a clue to how serious the whole situation is. Rann is getting on everyone's bad side, Sathyana has hooked up with Issac. We're running low on supplies but other than that, I think we can hold out for a while longer and monitor any movements. But we can't do this on our own."
He stopped pacing and faced the countess.
,,Ah, screw this! I'm not good at this thing so just tell me what exactly you want to know!"
The Countess
It was hard for the countess to keep from being angry at Flint's less-than-perfect report, but got enough information to realize that things were serious and no more time could be wasted.
"I'm sending you back with fifty soldiers; half my force here in Chorrol. When you meet back with everyone else, I want the most battle-experienced in the group to lead."
There was a moment of silence. "Go!"
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Apr 21 2007, 02:07 PM)
Ian
He turned as Green-Root fell to the ground with a thud. Ian realized that the argonian was very much in danger of perishing.
Thinking quickly, Ian tore the rest of Root's shirt off and made the best torniquite (sp.) he could given the circumstances. Well, at least it can slow down the bleeding. I can only do so much with first aid. Ian popped open the plug of his last healing potion.
His spirits plummeted when he noticed the vial was crudly made. At best it would help close the wound and hopefully help clot the Argonian's blood. He fed Root the weak potion, hoping that if anything, the argonian wouldn't die before Serene got Kirana out of her plight.
Aerona
Aerona had almost finished making a healing potion for Rann when Serene healed him from quite a distance. She sat in awe at Serene's powers for a short moment before regathering her wits and focusing on the current situation. She noticed that their enemies were defeated and Green-Root was in dire need of help.
She hastily finished the potion that had originally been intended for Rann and hurried to Green-Root's side to give it to him.
"This should be of a bit more quality." she said without a hint of pride as she handed the concoction to Ian to administer.
Rann
Rann stood, having apparently been healed of two poisons and an injury. Unfortunately for him, Serene had healed his arm while the whip was still imbedded in it.
Not wanting to tear it out at this moment, he wrapped the whip around his arm and tied it so that it was out of his way and looked around at his companions.
Everyone was exhausted. The fight with the vampires had been useless, except for the gain of Aerona's healing magick, and Karn roamed free once more. Worst of all, though, they had waited too long to attack the Silhouette. His army was on the move.
"We should rest a day or two," he said to anyone who would listen, "The army should leave enough tracks to follow after we've rested. Then we'll go after the Silhouette with no more delay."
It was by no means an order; it was what he planned to do no matter what the others decided on. He sat down and began to sharpen his sword, glad for the small amount of peace.
Ian
At Rann's words, Ian blurred and dissappeared. A few moments later he appeared on top of a boulder some distance away. He watched as the Silhouete's army move through the narrow pass. Well, this all turned out real nice....
The rag-tag army of bandits and beasts marched at point, with the Akaviri snakemen coming up behind. Ian spotted the Silhouete, the sight of floating robes with only purple eyes beneath them caused him to reel backwards.
A pebble nearby slipped and began tumbling down the rock. Before it went too far and revealed his presense, Ian retreated back to the camp. Wearied in the face of everything that had happened of late, he slumped against a tree trunk.
I hope Flint has made some progress, otherwise the SIlhouete's armor will be free from these mountains in a matter of days.
Karn
He wordlessly followed Patholos, trusting in his companion's sense of direction.
Flint Ironwood. (Green-Root will remain unconscious for now.)
,,Geez, no rest for the good guys." Flint thought as he walked away. Fortunately he did not need to give out any orders. By the time he left the castle, there were already fifty men waiting for him, and fifty-one horses.
,,Hmm, cavalry. I never knew we had one of those. Twelve Archers, two battlemages and the rest are heavy knights."
He said nothing as he got on his horse. He just nodded and off they went.
,,I should've waited at least long enough to have a meal." With that thought, he dozed off."
,,Geez, no rest for the good guys." Flint thought as he walked away. Fortunately he did not need to give out any orders. By the time he left the castle, there were already fifty men waiting for him, and fifty-one horses.
,,Hmm, cavalry. I never knew we had one of those. Twelve Archers, two battlemages and the rest are heavy knights."
He said nothing as he got on his horse. He just nodded and off they went.
,,I should've waited at least long enough to have a meal." With that thought, he dozed off."
Patholos
Emerging from behind a closed door, Patholos came into the abandoned house. Looking back for Karn, Patholos went to the door and opened it. There waiting for them were two horses. The note attached to one of the saddles said,
"Here are two horses. Return to Vile Lair, Base camp set up, provisions low, lost ten percent of the Dark Brotherhood."
-Calitus
Patholos turned back to see Karn, and told him the news. Then he said, "It will take two hours of hard riding to get to the Vile Lair. We need to hurry, the other Guilds are on the hunt." As if to emphasize the last words from Patholos, he heard shouts and they saw torches in the night. "Come my brother, now we ride."
Emerging from behind a closed door, Patholos came into the abandoned house. Looking back for Karn, Patholos went to the door and opened it. There waiting for them were two horses. The note attached to one of the saddles said,
"Here are two horses. Return to Vile Lair, Base camp set up, provisions low, lost ten percent of the Dark Brotherhood."
-Calitus
Patholos turned back to see Karn, and told him the news. Then he said, "It will take two hours of hard riding to get to the Vile Lair. We need to hurry, the other Guilds are on the hunt." As if to emphasize the last words from Patholos, he heard shouts and they saw torches in the night. "Come my brother, now we ride."
Karn
Before mounting his horse, Karn grabbed a fresh lantern. Turning he shattered the glass and threw it in the direction of the nearby foliage that lay between them and their foes. "Alright, let's get out of here before they find a way through that fire."
As Karn mounted the black horse, the flames were beginning to spread through the meadow.
Patholos
Encouraged by the willingness and respect that Karn had shown him, Patholos spurred his horse on. Riding off towards the Vile Lair, Patholos started to think as the clod wind bit his face. The very foundation of where Patholos was from had been shaken, and the new man Karn had shown him that there is much more than just worshiping the Dread Father. The Dread Father was nothing for him now, he was his own man. His eye sockets hurt even more now, but he could deal with that. "I release myself from the bonds of Sithis!" Patholos yelled at the red planet. He turned back to Karn as they were riding and said, "Now that we no longer call ourselves, Dark Brotherhood employees," Patholos smiled at the word, "We must still use the remains of the Dark Brotherhood until we can confirm that the others are with us....
Encouraged by the willingness and respect that Karn had shown him, Patholos spurred his horse on. Riding off towards the Vile Lair, Patholos started to think as the clod wind bit his face. The very foundation of where Patholos was from had been shaken, and the new man Karn had shown him that there is much more than just worshiping the Dread Father. The Dread Father was nothing for him now, he was his own man. His eye sockets hurt even more now, but he could deal with that. "I release myself from the bonds of Sithis!" Patholos yelled at the red planet. He turned back to Karn as they were riding and said, "Now that we no longer call ourselves, Dark Brotherhood employees," Patholos smiled at the word, "We must still use the remains of the Dark Brotherhood until we can confirm that the others are with us....
Karn, riding
"I concur, change can't always be swift." He replied as they rode.
Then he realized he'd forgottwn something. Reaching into his pocket, Karn felt the shape of the amulet.
"It can wait....." He muttured under his breath.
Patholos
"Yes, it can wait," Patholos said cautiously, noticing Karn feel into his pocket. "Say, Brother, how did you survive on your own for so long? With survival skills of that nature, you could really go places!" Patholos laughed to ease the tension he had inside him. The ruins of Bruma were just visible over the next hill.
Mannimarco
Another sleepless night, yet rest is for no one, even the dead wake at my call.
Mannimarco roused himself from his stupor, and called his favorite "addition" over to his side. The "addition" had been a rich merchant in Bruma before it was sacked by the Silhouette. Mannimarco poured over the mans' past experiences, and he stole all he emotion from the mans' memory. A faint noise like steam escaping from a kettle pulled Mannimarco from his "addition's" memories. A small creature appeared before Mannimarco. "Good, Report." The creature began conversing in the Necromancers' own language. Mannimarco grinned. "Good, return to your slumber." Mannimarco waived his hand and the creature disapaited. A young Necromancer walked into Mannimarco's study. Mannimarco turned to the new arrival and said, "They have found the remains of Reman Cyrodill. Go to the tomb and take my staff. Take his memories and his thoughts and feelings. Do NOT fail me, or you will never taste immortality with the gods!"
"Yes, it can wait," Patholos said cautiously, noticing Karn feel into his pocket. "Say, Brother, how did you survive on your own for so long? With survival skills of that nature, you could really go places!" Patholos laughed to ease the tension he had inside him. The ruins of Bruma were just visible over the next hill.
Mannimarco
Another sleepless night, yet rest is for no one, even the dead wake at my call.
Mannimarco roused himself from his stupor, and called his favorite "addition" over to his side. The "addition" had been a rich merchant in Bruma before it was sacked by the Silhouette. Mannimarco poured over the mans' past experiences, and he stole all he emotion from the mans' memory. A faint noise like steam escaping from a kettle pulled Mannimarco from his "addition's" memories. A small creature appeared before Mannimarco. "Good, Report." The creature began conversing in the Necromancers' own language. Mannimarco grinned. "Good, return to your slumber." Mannimarco waived his hand and the creature disapaited. A young Necromancer walked into Mannimarco's study. Mannimarco turned to the new arrival and said, "They have found the remains of Reman Cyrodill. Go to the tomb and take my staff. Take his memories and his thoughts and feelings. Do NOT fail me, or you will never taste immortality with the gods!"
Karn
"Well," He shrugged. "How I was taught, my family was a part of a clan along the Cyrodiilic/Morrowind border. I was one of the children that strove be independant...... I could hardly work together if it killed me."
He smiled slightly, both because of the momories of his insolent childhood and laughing with Patholos did ease the stress of the situation. I'll wait until we arrive at this "Vile Lair" to contact Veric.
Patholos
"Not far now, my Brother" Patholos said as they rounded the Topal Bay towards the eastern side of the inlet. Patholos pointed to a small trapdoor located on the edge of the shore. "There, we go down there to confront our destiny." Patholos walked over and opened the trap door. As he began this motion, he saw with his eyes that saw neither light nor dark, but a faint half-light, the movement of other Dark Brotherhood agents around the bay. Some came out of the water, some came down from trees, others came out of holes in the ground. There seemed to be at least a fourth of the guild there. Patholos nodded in acceptance of the stealthy attitude of his Guild. As Patholos opened the trapdoor, a Dark Brotherhood member asked from the bottom, "Patholos, and your acquaintance, you are needed below." With that, Patholos descended into the Vile Lair. Before descending however, Patholos whispered to Karn, "Be wary, they may have followed us..."
"Not far now, my Brother" Patholos said as they rounded the Topal Bay towards the eastern side of the inlet. Patholos pointed to a small trapdoor located on the edge of the shore. "There, we go down there to confront our destiny." Patholos walked over and opened the trap door. As he began this motion, he saw with his eyes that saw neither light nor dark, but a faint half-light, the movement of other Dark Brotherhood agents around the bay. Some came out of the water, some came down from trees, others came out of holes in the ground. There seemed to be at least a fourth of the guild there. Patholos nodded in acceptance of the stealthy attitude of his Guild. As Patholos opened the trapdoor, a Dark Brotherhood member asked from the bottom, "Patholos, and your acquaintance, you are needed below." With that, Patholos descended into the Vile Lair. Before descending however, Patholos whispered to Karn, "Be wary, they may have followed us..."
Karn
As Patholso descended, Karn eyed the dozens of black shapes that moved from shadow to shadow around the bay. Well, they certainly want to make an impression.... Patholos' warning seemed somewhat vague, but Karn simply assumed he meant the guilds that were activelly hunting them at the moment.
When Patholos dissappeared, Karn silently followed him down the ladder. Whoever made this place had a very good grasp of hiding it. I wouldn't have recognized that trapdoor until I stepped on it.....
Patholos
As Patholos came into the main chamber of the Vile Lair, he noticed something. Every agent from the field was pulled into this lair and they circled a dais near the tree. A man was siting there and he looked very faint, almost as if smoke was trapped in glass. "What is the meaning of this?" Patholos asked. "Why are all our agents in from the field?" No one replied. Patholos loosed his small dagger and readied his throwing knives. After a tense pause, the figure near the tree in a haunting voice said, "Sithis is aware of your betrayal, and I was sent to deal with you." The figure stopped talking and red orbs of fire appeared in the place where eyes should have been. "Do you see my brothers? Do you see this lack of care for your lives?" Patholos responded, as the figure slowly rose and walked towards Patholos and Karn, a fiery katana in its hand. "Witness now the power of true Brothers, bound by no god, but only our strength!" Patholos cried, and then, turning to Karn, he said, "This is the Judgement of Sithis, this means all the Dread Father's strength will be put into stopping us. It has killed many in our order over the centuries, and there is no known weakness. Fight hard my brother, and we will taster victory!" And without looking back at the figure who was nearly upon them, Patholos hurled one of his knives at the figure and charged forward, yelling, "Narza'Tai!"
OOC: Hope I didn't spoil anything by having Patholos yell the new guild name. Judgement of Sithis, maybe the same as normal Daedra, but stronger.
As Patholos came into the main chamber of the Vile Lair, he noticed something. Every agent from the field was pulled into this lair and they circled a dais near the tree. A man was siting there and he looked very faint, almost as if smoke was trapped in glass. "What is the meaning of this?" Patholos asked. "Why are all our agents in from the field?" No one replied. Patholos loosed his small dagger and readied his throwing knives. After a tense pause, the figure near the tree in a haunting voice said, "Sithis is aware of your betrayal, and I was sent to deal with you." The figure stopped talking and red orbs of fire appeared in the place where eyes should have been. "Do you see my brothers? Do you see this lack of care for your lives?" Patholos responded, as the figure slowly rose and walked towards Patholos and Karn, a fiery katana in its hand. "Witness now the power of true Brothers, bound by no god, but only our strength!" Patholos cried, and then, turning to Karn, he said, "This is the Judgement of Sithis, this means all the Dread Father's strength will be put into stopping us. It has killed many in our order over the centuries, and there is no known weakness. Fight hard my brother, and we will taster victory!" And without looking back at the figure who was nearly upon them, Patholos hurled one of his knives at the figure and charged forward, yelling, "Narza'Tai!"
OOC: Hope I didn't spoil anything by having Patholos yell the new guild name. Judgement of Sithis, maybe the same as normal Daedra, but stronger.
Karn
Glaring at the vile apparition known as the Judgement of Sithis, Karn made a diagnal slashing motion with his right arm and a bound shortsword appearing between his fingers. He said smoothly, "Come now, abomination, let's see if you truly are the feared agent of retribution or just another deluded soul among others."
Crouching, Karn blurred and reappeared just to the ghost's right flank. Gripping the blade with both hands, he prepared to slash the apparition to pieces.
Patholos
Encouraged by Karn's immediate immersion into battle, Patholos roared his defiance. Dodging the flaming blade, Patholos attempted to set Karn up for the killing blow. Hopefully, the strike would land across the apparition's neck. But, as Patholos went to dodge, he noticed in his twilight vision, armor underneath the shroud of black. "Armor, strike lo--" But Patholos was cut off as the flaming blade licked across his thigh. Screaming in agony, Patholos fell off to the side, useless in the battle. Patholos cast Haste on Karn just before he fell unconcious.
OOC: Haste makes all judgements faster, there is no physical affect, and what could lo- have meant?
Mannimarco
The King of Worms laughed as he fondled the skull of Reman Cyrodill. He wondered what secrets the Emperor had for him to discover. He had been dead for far too long. As Mannimarco set up the complex spell matrix to open the memories, he stopped. There was love in the remains, love for his people. Mannimarco could do nothing to open the secrets now. Enraged, Mannimarco sent physical waves of energy about his study. Rock fragments and papers flew everywhere. Damn Reman Cyrodill, Damn them All.
Encouraged by Karn's immediate immersion into battle, Patholos roared his defiance. Dodging the flaming blade, Patholos attempted to set Karn up for the killing blow. Hopefully, the strike would land across the apparition's neck. But, as Patholos went to dodge, he noticed in his twilight vision, armor underneath the shroud of black. "Armor, strike lo--" But Patholos was cut off as the flaming blade licked across his thigh. Screaming in agony, Patholos fell off to the side, useless in the battle. Patholos cast Haste on Karn just before he fell unconcious.
OOC: Haste makes all judgements faster, there is no physical affect, and what could lo- have meant?
Mannimarco
The King of Worms laughed as he fondled the skull of Reman Cyrodill. He wondered what secrets the Emperor had for him to discover. He had been dead for far too long. As Mannimarco set up the complex spell matrix to open the memories, he stopped. There was love in the remains, love for his people. Mannimarco could do nothing to open the secrets now. Enraged, Mannimarco sent physical waves of energy about his study. Rock fragments and papers flew everywhere. Damn Reman Cyrodill, Damn them All.
Karn
As karn's blade made contact withthe ghost's essense it met resistance. But not the resistance Karn had expected. His blade only entered a few millimeters into the apparition's "body." Before it could turn to face him, Karn got over the shock and leapt backward.
The other asassins watched silently, to disbelieving of the situation or unsure of who was tellingt the truth to take part. Karn backed away as the apparition advanced, he moved into a nearby tunnel. His mind was shooting about trying to find a way to strike down this foul spirit.
Patholos' half-spoken message ran through his head several times as Karn tried to piece together exactly what he'd been trying to tell him. Well, I'll just have to guess!
He allowed for the wraith to get within striking distance, then as it swung it katana Karn rolled. Rather than roll in the opposite direction Karn came to a stop at the end of the ghost's swing. Switching his sword to his off-hand, Karn grabbed the hilt of the spirit's katana.
The blade waved a bout in the air as Dunmer and ghost grappled for control. The air became noticably hotter, and sweat ran down Karn's face. Aiming as best he could, the ninja thrust his bound weapon into the spirit's chest.
The blow did not vanquish the abomination, but the apparition did loosen its grip on the blade. Ripping the katana from the spirit's transparent hand, Karn discarded his other weapon. Hoping that he had interpretted his comrade's advise correctly, Karn cleaved a wide gash through the wraith's lower torso.
Patholos
As the blade Karn thrust sunk deep into the apparition, ichorous blue fluid gurgled out of the wound. The spirit reeled in agony as the gash began to tear the spirit asunder. The aparition's hold on Mundus was weakening, and the red orbs that were the eyes began to shimmer as a half-color, not necessarily entirely visible. The ghost grew out of proportion and imploded, sending the blue liquid all over the room. The Judgement of Sithis was defeated, Man and Mer could stand against Gods....
OOC: Don't forget about Patholos on the floor....
As the blade Karn thrust sunk deep into the apparition, ichorous blue fluid gurgled out of the wound. The spirit reeled in agony as the gash began to tear the spirit asunder. The aparition's hold on Mundus was weakening, and the red orbs that were the eyes began to shimmer as a half-color, not necessarily entirely visible. The ghost grew out of proportion and imploded, sending the blue liquid all over the room. The Judgement of Sithis was defeated, Man and Mer could stand against Gods....
OOC: Don't forget about Patholos on the floor....
Karn
Silence riegned within the chamber, before the throng of assassins Karn thrust the katana to the pommel into the floor.
Flames erupted from the blade and filled the tunnel, yet no one was harmed by the fire. The blue ichor however, dissappeared. Karn let go of the blade and struggled to rise from his kneeling position.
A breton assassin disengaged from the throng of of her fellows. Before she could reach him though, Karn shook his hed and indicated Patholos.
"I've only got a few burns, his injuries are more serious." The part-time healer went to help Patholos, and Karn pulled a standard healing potion and drank it in a few gulps.
Kirana
The dark veil over her sight still remained, but slowly she became aware of her own labored breathing. Next, Kirana recognized the acrid smell of fresh blood and the breathing of others around her. Her eyes fluttered open, then she jammed them shut as the light from the rising sun assailed them.
Kirana skakily manuevered into a more comfortable position, and sat up. She opened her eyes again with more success. Kirana noticed Serene beside her and surmised that the healer had tended to her after that lightning blast.
The memory of electricity coursing through her body caused an involuntary shudder. Some of her muscles were still twitchy.
Once she got herself reasonably stable Kirana muttered a strained thanks to Serene. Her throat throbbed from the effort of producing sound.
Ian
After getting over the aftershock of the last few days, weeks even, Ian got to his feet. Gathering his wits, he felt foriegn instincts take hold.... not as foriegn as they felt. Turning in the direction he assumed the Silhouete's army was now, Ian had an odd look in his eyes.
Suddenly, he fought against the reckless impulse to seek out the demon and exact proper payment for all the chaos it had achieved. "Will this disease forever plague my mind?" He asked mournfully. No one asnwered, and he felt alone for the moment.
"I have to move on..." He whispered. Ian reflected on how his vampirism had yet to be of tangible aid to the group. I can do more on my own, where my curse can be of use and I don't have to fight it so often....
With that conclusion, he blurred out of sight and vanished.
Silence riegned within the chamber, before the throng of assassins Karn thrust the katana to the pommel into the floor.
Flames erupted from the blade and filled the tunnel, yet no one was harmed by the fire. The blue ichor however, dissappeared. Karn let go of the blade and struggled to rise from his kneeling position.
A breton assassin disengaged from the throng of of her fellows. Before she could reach him though, Karn shook his hed and indicated Patholos.
"I've only got a few burns, his injuries are more serious." The part-time healer went to help Patholos, and Karn pulled a standard healing potion and drank it in a few gulps.
Kirana
The dark veil over her sight still remained, but slowly she became aware of her own labored breathing. Next, Kirana recognized the acrid smell of fresh blood and the breathing of others around her. Her eyes fluttered open, then she jammed them shut as the light from the rising sun assailed them.
Kirana skakily manuevered into a more comfortable position, and sat up. She opened her eyes again with more success. Kirana noticed Serene beside her and surmised that the healer had tended to her after that lightning blast.
The memory of electricity coursing through her body caused an involuntary shudder. Some of her muscles were still twitchy.
Once she got herself reasonably stable Kirana muttered a strained thanks to Serene. Her throat throbbed from the effort of producing sound.
Ian
After getting over the aftershock of the last few days, weeks even, Ian got to his feet. Gathering his wits, he felt foriegn instincts take hold.... not as foriegn as they felt. Turning in the direction he assumed the Silhouete's army was now, Ian had an odd look in his eyes.
Suddenly, he fought against the reckless impulse to seek out the demon and exact proper payment for all the chaos it had achieved. "Will this disease forever plague my mind?" He asked mournfully. No one asnwered, and he felt alone for the moment.
"I have to move on..." He whispered. Ian reflected on how his vampirism had yet to be of tangible aid to the group. I can do more on my own, where my curse can be of use and I don't have to fight it so often....
With that conclusion, he blurred out of sight and vanished.
Patholos
Patholos cautiously sat up, after the healer from the Brotherhood approached him. He was in good condition after the healing spells were cast, he felt a little tired. Noticing what took place and remarking again at the strength of Karn, Patholos walked over to his friend. "Thank you, my Brother, I owe you my life many times over..." Patholos smiled to accentuate the phrase and he strode over to the tree. He stood in front of the Gathering and he started to speak.
"My Brethren, who are we to challenge Gods?" (A long pause, not a sound) "Who are we to decide who lives or dies?" (Again a long pause, no sound) "My Brothers and Sisters, were are scum, we are nothing, we are,....,individuals, bound by these Tenants to weaken and cripple to virtuous act of taking life. Can not a simple man take life, NAY!" (A cough in the group, Patholos looked directly at Karn with his eyeless head) "Our Dread Father grants us gifts, no?" (Patholos removed his covering, to show his empty sockets) "This was bestowed by our god as a reward! Are you prepared to accept such a gift?" (Muffled gasps throughout the crowd, Patholos moved his gaze along the audience, finally coming again to rest on Karn) "It is now, My Brothers, that we cast down these chains of treachery, we hold fast the values of life and death, and we become more powerful than any has ever SEEN!" (A cry arose from the Brotherhood) "Rise now, Narza'Tai, Rise and become truly bound by Brotherhood! NARZA'TAI! NARZA'TAI!" (Patholos was screaming this chant and the whole Brotherhood carried it on)
Patholos quietly walked over to Karn, the rest of the Brotherhood fell quiet. "Behold, my Brethren, a Man worthy of respect and bound by honor, a Man to which I owe my life. This Man, You will now call Leader and Sensei." Patholos bowed before Karn, and the rest of the Brotherhood bowed as well. "You may lead us, Brother..." Patholos whispered.
Patholos cautiously sat up, after the healer from the Brotherhood approached him. He was in good condition after the healing spells were cast, he felt a little tired. Noticing what took place and remarking again at the strength of Karn, Patholos walked over to his friend. "Thank you, my Brother, I owe you my life many times over..." Patholos smiled to accentuate the phrase and he strode over to the tree. He stood in front of the Gathering and he started to speak.
"My Brethren, who are we to challenge Gods?" (A long pause, not a sound) "Who are we to decide who lives or dies?" (Again a long pause, no sound) "My Brothers and Sisters, were are scum, we are nothing, we are,....,individuals, bound by these Tenants to weaken and cripple to virtuous act of taking life. Can not a simple man take life, NAY!" (A cough in the group, Patholos looked directly at Karn with his eyeless head) "Our Dread Father grants us gifts, no?" (Patholos removed his covering, to show his empty sockets) "This was bestowed by our god as a reward! Are you prepared to accept such a gift?" (Muffled gasps throughout the crowd, Patholos moved his gaze along the audience, finally coming again to rest on Karn) "It is now, My Brothers, that we cast down these chains of treachery, we hold fast the values of life and death, and we become more powerful than any has ever SEEN!" (A cry arose from the Brotherhood) "Rise now, Narza'Tai, Rise and become truly bound by Brotherhood! NARZA'TAI! NARZA'TAI!" (Patholos was screaming this chant and the whole Brotherhood carried it on)
Patholos quietly walked over to Karn, the rest of the Brotherhood fell quiet. "Behold, my Brethren, a Man worthy of respect and bound by honor, a Man to which I owe my life. This Man, You will now call Leader and Sensei." Patholos bowed before Karn, and the rest of the Brotherhood bowed as well. "You may lead us, Brother..." Patholos whispered.
Karn, sensei
He didn't need to hide the surprise of Patholos' faith in his leadership, because frankly, Karn was getting used to it. It was contagious, made even the Karn of old believe he could lead these men and women to a higher level in existance.
He took his place before the tree. Karn spoke, "Brothers and Sisters, for millenia our ansestors have been used as pawns in a struggle between gods for gods." He paced in front of the assembly, meeting the assassins' gazes.
"How many have given their lives in the name of their benevolent dieties? How many millions have had their lives ruined by zealots, crusaders, and cultists in the name of one of the almighty?" No one answered and he continued.
"The gods created everything, they have a place in our lives, these facts cannot be ignored. But as individuels and as people of free will, we have a right to live our lives as we wish them to be. Are we in debt for eternity to them for our creation?"
"No, our forerunners paid that debt for us, gave their lives to offer us a chance at a better existance than they could have enjoyed. The Dark Brotherhood was a perversion, Sithis, the Void, the Dread Father, sentenced any who strayed from his will to death." Karn stopped pacing and ran his gaze over the crowd, hand clapsed behind his back.
"Tell me, what father murders his children simply for disobeying him? We are mortals, we are imperfect, but then perhaps the gods are as well, so absorbed in their status that they have forgotten the meaning of their own pacts and covenants." Karn's voice rang with conviction.
"Let all future generations remember this era, the Fourth Era of civilization, as the age when mortals stood tall and proud regardless of the Gods and their teachings. Let the Narza'Tai be the first to rise as one to forge a future for mortals by mortals! Let all who challenge this new beginning quake in fear of even the smallest shadows as we sieze destiny!" Karn raised his arms in an all-encompasing gesture as if attempting to sieze the very fabric of reality. The Narza'Tai assassins roared their approval.
As messangers were sent to seek out the other scattered groups of Dark Brotherhood assassins with news of the regime change, Karn turned to Patholos and spoke wearily. "My friend, this appears to be a magnificent start, however change can never come quickly enough. So many things must be done before the Narza'Tai become a true force that we all hope for in our hearts."
He didn't need to hide the surprise of Patholos' faith in his leadership, because frankly, Karn was getting used to it. It was contagious, made even the Karn of old believe he could lead these men and women to a higher level in existance.
He took his place before the tree. Karn spoke, "Brothers and Sisters, for millenia our ansestors have been used as pawns in a struggle between gods for gods." He paced in front of the assembly, meeting the assassins' gazes.
"How many have given their lives in the name of their benevolent dieties? How many millions have had their lives ruined by zealots, crusaders, and cultists in the name of one of the almighty?" No one answered and he continued.
"The gods created everything, they have a place in our lives, these facts cannot be ignored. But as individuels and as people of free will, we have a right to live our lives as we wish them to be. Are we in debt for eternity to them for our creation?"
"No, our forerunners paid that debt for us, gave their lives to offer us a chance at a better existance than they could have enjoyed. The Dark Brotherhood was a perversion, Sithis, the Void, the Dread Father, sentenced any who strayed from his will to death." Karn stopped pacing and ran his gaze over the crowd, hand clapsed behind his back.
"Tell me, what father murders his children simply for disobeying him? We are mortals, we are imperfect, but then perhaps the gods are as well, so absorbed in their status that they have forgotten the meaning of their own pacts and covenants." Karn's voice rang with conviction.
"Let all future generations remember this era, the Fourth Era of civilization, as the age when mortals stood tall and proud regardless of the Gods and their teachings. Let the Narza'Tai be the first to rise as one to forge a future for mortals by mortals! Let all who challenge this new beginning quake in fear of even the smallest shadows as we sieze destiny!" Karn raised his arms in an all-encompasing gesture as if attempting to sieze the very fabric of reality. The Narza'Tai assassins roared their approval.
As messangers were sent to seek out the other scattered groups of Dark Brotherhood assassins with news of the regime change, Karn turned to Patholos and spoke wearily. "My friend, this appears to be a magnificent start, however change can never come quickly enough. So many things must be done before the Narza'Tai become a true force that we all hope for in our hearts."
Patholos
As if reading Karn's Mind, Patholos said, "Well put brother, I'll have a sums report and stockpile quote here momentarily. As for current matters, we must deal with the renegades, and with Mannimarco. He is still under the presumption that We are followers of Sithis." Patholos gave Karn a toothy grin, and then said, "Sensei, there are matters that might require more of your personal attention however. Emissaries from the Silhouette's army are at our doorstep, and they want the Dark Brotherhoods' help." Patholos handed a small sheet of paper to Karn, which Patholos had recieved during Karn's speech. "And one more thing, I will assume the command of a small section of our skilled soldiers, which I will call Shadow Eaters, and we are heading deep into Silhouette territory to scout. Brother, we make the world turn." Patholos' last remark was somewhat of a new saying he had come up with. "By your leave..."
Mannimarco
A small riddle played on in the King of Worms' mind, ever since he tried to unlock Reman Cyrodill's secrets. It went like thus:
Three small be what you seek,
One bound in blood, the other week,
Complete is the third, astounding all,
If one shall die, the rest shall fall
Hailing the Ages, Three have come
What unlocks one, seals none
As if reading Karn's Mind, Patholos said, "Well put brother, I'll have a sums report and stockpile quote here momentarily. As for current matters, we must deal with the renegades, and with Mannimarco. He is still under the presumption that We are followers of Sithis." Patholos gave Karn a toothy grin, and then said, "Sensei, there are matters that might require more of your personal attention however. Emissaries from the Silhouette's army are at our doorstep, and they want the Dark Brotherhoods' help." Patholos handed a small sheet of paper to Karn, which Patholos had recieved during Karn's speech. "And one more thing, I will assume the command of a small section of our skilled soldiers, which I will call Shadow Eaters, and we are heading deep into Silhouette territory to scout. Brother, we make the world turn." Patholos' last remark was somewhat of a new saying he had come up with. "By your leave..."
Mannimarco
A small riddle played on in the King of Worms' mind, ever since he tried to unlock Reman Cyrodill's secrets. It went like thus:
Three small be what you seek,
One bound in blood, the other week,
Complete is the third, astounding all,
If one shall die, the rest shall fall
Hailing the Ages, Three have come
What unlocks one, seals none
Rann
Rann stood and walked to the boulder Ian had been standing on for quite some time. He had noticed him from a ways off, and made his way there.
"Hey, Ia-" he was obviously ignored, as the newly turned vampire disappeared.
"Fine," he said, slowly trotting back, more than a little angry at Ian.
He couldn't have picked a worse time to abandon us.
Rann suddenly regretted his earlier action of relinquishing his leadership role to Ian some time ago; Ian had made a crucial error in his eyes by deciding to go for loot, and an even bigger one in attacking a group of vampires instead. And now Ian was gone and Rann knew he had no chance of regaining whatever leadership role he may have had for a few short minutes. He'd made too many enemies and not enough friends among his own traveling companions.
He returned and stood in the center of their sorry-looking camp.
"Ian's gone," he said flatly, "And I'm tired of delaying this fight with the Silhouette. And since we are but a few small people, I suggest we hit their supplies. And no, we aren't trying to score any goods for ourselves, as Ian wanted," He said the name with a hint of derision, "We'll be destroying. Once the snake's body is weak," he continued, using Ian's analogy, "He won't have as strong a strike when we go for the head."
Rann stood and walked to the boulder Ian had been standing on for quite some time. He had noticed him from a ways off, and made his way there.
"Hey, Ia-" he was obviously ignored, as the newly turned vampire disappeared.
"Fine," he said, slowly trotting back, more than a little angry at Ian.
He couldn't have picked a worse time to abandon us.
Rann suddenly regretted his earlier action of relinquishing his leadership role to Ian some time ago; Ian had made a crucial error in his eyes by deciding to go for loot, and an even bigger one in attacking a group of vampires instead. And now Ian was gone and Rann knew he had no chance of regaining whatever leadership role he may have had for a few short minutes. He'd made too many enemies and not enough friends among his own traveling companions.
He returned and stood in the center of their sorry-looking camp.
"Ian's gone," he said flatly, "And I'm tired of delaying this fight with the Silhouette. And since we are but a few small people, I suggest we hit their supplies. And no, we aren't trying to score any goods for ourselves, as Ian wanted," He said the name with a hint of derision, "We'll be destroying. Once the snake's body is weak," he continued, using Ian's analogy, "He won't have as strong a strike when we go for the head."
Issac
Although out of sight from the rest of the group Issac managed to hear Rann's new. The young man reeled as if struck. "Ian just left?" He shut his eyes and shuddered. The man that had brought him up, taught him how to live had just walked out on him and the entire group? How could he abandon us?
He has his reasons. The thought consoled him, but Issac was still stung by what had happened. He opened his eyes again. "Well, we'd better get back to the others, 'Tyana." Despite how convincingly calm he believed he appeared Issac was not at ease in the least.
Kirana
When Rann showed up again and told them that Ian had left, Kirana arched an eyebrow, nothing overt. Sighing, she fought her weakened body to stand up and form coherant words. "Well, we'd better make sure we're ready. What sort of supplies do we have?"
Karn
He looked thoughtfully at the preposed hit list. The leaders of the remaining counties and the unconquered provises? Hmmm...... we'll just have to do something a bout that. "I'll deal with the emmissary personally, we won't appear hostile to the Silhouete just yet. We need time to organize and prepare to end this war."
Karn grinned slightly at Patholos' pun. "Yes, everyone needs our services. Whatever happened to the stories that parents would tell their children that the world was a peaceful and clean place?"
Patholos
"How indeed, my Brother. How indeed." Patholos smiled and bowed out of the conversation. He turned and selected ten of the best agents there at the tree. "You men, you're with me. You no longer have names, You no longer have value, YOU DO NOT CARE IF YOU DIE, DO YOU?" Patholos asked, and the men responded, "WE LIVE OR DIE BY OUR MEANS!" "Correct, you are now the Shadow Eaters, bear your title with honor and dignity. You are separated from the rest of the Narza'Tai, you will be broken, beaten within an inch of your life. You will experience pain unimaginable, yet you will persevere." Patholos walked right up to each one of the Shadow Eators, and although some were taller than Patholos, Patholos seemed taller than any of them. "We ride in one hour, if you are not ready and on your horse, make peace with whatever you worship, for you will exist on Mundus no LONGER! Go!" Patholos watched as the Shadow Eaters left to pack and mount for a trip they know nothing about. This will weed out the weak, Patholos thought. As Patholos looked back, he saw Karn and he smiled. He is more fit for leadership, as long as he is in control of things, we have a future. Patholos smiled again and this time he turned to the exit of the lair. All his gear had been assembled by the Shadow Eaters, and Patholos yelled, "Who's up for spying on some snakes?"
"How indeed, my Brother. How indeed." Patholos smiled and bowed out of the conversation. He turned and selected ten of the best agents there at the tree. "You men, you're with me. You no longer have names, You no longer have value, YOU DO NOT CARE IF YOU DIE, DO YOU?" Patholos asked, and the men responded, "WE LIVE OR DIE BY OUR MEANS!" "Correct, you are now the Shadow Eaters, bear your title with honor and dignity. You are separated from the rest of the Narza'Tai, you will be broken, beaten within an inch of your life. You will experience pain unimaginable, yet you will persevere." Patholos walked right up to each one of the Shadow Eators, and although some were taller than Patholos, Patholos seemed taller than any of them. "We ride in one hour, if you are not ready and on your horse, make peace with whatever you worship, for you will exist on Mundus no LONGER! Go!" Patholos watched as the Shadow Eaters left to pack and mount for a trip they know nothing about. This will weed out the weak, Patholos thought. As Patholos looked back, he saw Karn and he smiled. He is more fit for leadership, as long as he is in control of things, we have a future. Patholos smiled again and this time he turned to the exit of the lair. All his gear had been assembled by the Shadow Eaters, and Patholos yelled, "Who's up for spying on some snakes?"
Rann
"We've got weapons," he answered, "And a small amount of food. Being such a small group, though, we should be fine foraging."
Aerona
Aerona spoke up, "I have medicinal ingredients, and should be able to collect more as we travel."
The Silhouette
The Silhouette rode his tiger alongside the tcaesi, giving minor orders and always looking ahead. The Imperial City was some distance away, but he could already taste the victory to be had there.
Many thought he was merely after destruction, but destruction was only a means to get what he needed.
If only they knew...
"We've got weapons," he answered, "And a small amount of food. Being such a small group, though, we should be fine foraging."
Aerona
Aerona spoke up, "I have medicinal ingredients, and should be able to collect more as we travel."
The Silhouette
The Silhouette rode his tiger alongside the tcaesi, giving minor orders and always looking ahead. The Imperial City was some distance away, but he could already taste the victory to be had there.
Many thought he was merely after destruction, but destruction was only a means to get what he needed.
If only they knew...
Green-Root, awake. (Sort off.)
Pain stabbed into his side and threatened to consume what little of conscious thoughts he'd managed to reclaim. He tried to open his eyes. The strain was almost too much.
,,Never knew this hero bussiness would be so painful." He thought and managed a weak chuckle.
It took the better part of several minutes to achieve full consciousness and gather the strength to sit up. He did so and listened to the conversation taking place while clutching his side.
Pain stabbed into his side and threatened to consume what little of conscious thoughts he'd managed to reclaim. He tried to open his eyes. The strain was almost too much.
,,Never knew this hero bussiness would be so painful." He thought and managed a weak chuckle.
It took the better part of several minutes to achieve full consciousness and gather the strength to sit up. He did so and listened to the conversation taking place while clutching his side.
Ian, playing games
Sitting on a tree branch not too far ahead of the Silhouete and its army, Ian mulled over his "plan." In terms of magical arts, he wasn't very special, only remarkable due to his proficiency in illusion techniques. That disipline was honed to an edge that was quite useful in specific situations.
Paralysis, silence, chameleon, and minipulating people's impressions were invaluable most of the time. Ian however was capable of another feat, not as impressive as Karn's multiple carbon copies. But it was still worth a shot, if anything he could buy some time that could be a blessing for someone else.
As the first ranks passed his tree, the Imperial agent tensed. He closed his eyes and found himself quoting a pray to the gods, of all flavors.
The snarls of a giant tiger brought him back to the present. He spotted a figure that was fully obscured by flowing robes sitting upon a tiger. So that is the Silhouete...... It certainly stands out. Taking a final brief of respite, Ian vaulted from his branch and aimed to land a few feet in front of the abomination atop its mount.
Satyana
She nodded at Issac. It was ok if they had to move on, then let it be so. With a faint smile at Kirana she assembled her things and got ready to move. She didnīt see Serene though...maybe she had disappeared after healing Ian....and where had he gone to?
Satyana still felt the strength inside her...she wouldnīt let anything happen to those she cared for!
OOC: Iīm away until sunday now....Revie, please drag Satyana along with Issac, will you?
She nodded at Issac. It was ok if they had to move on, then let it be so. With a faint smile at Kirana she assembled her things and got ready to move. She didnīt see Serene though...maybe she had disappeared after healing Ian....and where had he gone to?
Satyana still felt the strength inside her...she wouldnīt let anything happen to those she cared for!
OOC: Iīm away until sunday now....Revie, please drag Satyana along with Issac, will you?
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Apr 26 2007, 04:56 PM)
Ian, playing games
Sitting on a tree branch not too far ahead of the Silhouete and its army, Ian mulled over his "plan." In terms of magical arts, he wasn't very special, only remarkable due to his proficiency in illusion techniques. That disipline was honed to an edge that was quite useful in specific situations.
Paralysis, silence, chameleon, and minipulating people's impressions were invaluable most of the time. Ian however was capable of another feat, not as impressive as Karn's multiple carbon copies. But it was still worth a shot, if anything he could buy some time that could be a blessing for someone else.
As the first ranks passed his tree, the Imperial agent tensed. He closed his eyes and found himself quoting a pray to the gods, of all flavors.
The snarls of a giant tiger brought him back to the present. He spotted a figure that was fully obscured by flowing robes sitting upon a tiger. So that is the Silhouete...... It certainly stands out. Taking a final brief of respite, Ian vaulted from his branch and aimed to land a few feet in front of the abomination atop its mount.
The Silhouette
The Silhouette pulled his tiger to a halt to take in this new appearance. By the looks of the man, he wasn't here to join them in their cause.
"Don't be stupid," he said flatly, dismounting his tiger, "It's a few thousand against one."
He gave two nearby snake men orders in a foreign tongue.
"I'll give you five seconds to reconsider and surrender."
Patholos
Stalking through the woods near the flank of the snake army, Patholos was well aware of the precautions the Silhouette used to keep his flank secure. Patholos cursed, he saw the extreme close-knit snakemen watch all angles. Patholos was about to return to the Sensei empty-handed, when he saw a deer dart across the rearguards field of vision. "Come on, you snake bastardes, come on." The snakes at the rear must not have eaten that day, for they chased after the deer. Patholos ordered his Shadow Eaters to capture the pair, and then return to the Sensei.
After the snakemen had been successfully apprehended, Patholos began to question the snake men, but, nothing he could do or say had any impact on the snakemen. After all, Patholos didn't speak their tongue. Disheartened, but not disappointed, Patholos and the Shadow Eaters rode off to the Vile Lair.
Manninmarco
The King of Worms brooded over the riddle/ryhme that played on in his mind. Silencing the ryhme for a moment, Mannimarco ordered a servant to his side. "Find me any three people that have been born within the half-century that have ties to the Imperial House, however faint." The servant replied, "But my lord, that could take ages, and with the Army of Snake Men, obtaining that information could be very difficult." Mannimarco shot upwards out of the chair he was sitting in, and caught the servant's chin with his hand. Brutally, he snapped the neck of the servant. Then, using his necromantic powers, reanimated the servant. "Obey me." "Yes my Lord."
Stalking through the woods near the flank of the snake army, Patholos was well aware of the precautions the Silhouette used to keep his flank secure. Patholos cursed, he saw the extreme close-knit snakemen watch all angles. Patholos was about to return to the Sensei empty-handed, when he saw a deer dart across the rearguards field of vision. "Come on, you snake bastardes, come on." The snakes at the rear must not have eaten that day, for they chased after the deer. Patholos ordered his Shadow Eaters to capture the pair, and then return to the Sensei.
After the snakemen had been successfully apprehended, Patholos began to question the snake men, but, nothing he could do or say had any impact on the snakemen. After all, Patholos didn't speak their tongue. Disheartened, but not disappointed, Patholos and the Shadow Eaters rode off to the Vile Lair.
Manninmarco
The King of Worms brooded over the riddle/ryhme that played on in his mind. Silencing the ryhme for a moment, Mannimarco ordered a servant to his side. "Find me any three people that have been born within the half-century that have ties to the Imperial House, however faint." The servant replied, "But my lord, that could take ages, and with the Army of Snake Men, obtaining that information could be very difficult." Mannimarco shot upwards out of the chair he was sitting in, and caught the servant's chin with his hand. Brutally, he snapped the neck of the servant. Then, using his necromantic powers, reanimated the servant. "Obey me." "Yes my Lord."
Ian
For a moment his gaze moved from the blazing purple eyes to over the Silhouete's shoulder where a bunch of men were hauling away a couple of Akaviri snakemen. Under other circumstances Ian would have found this situation funny, but not now.
Before the third second had passed, Ian jumped in front of one of the snakemen and snatched the shield from the tight, but still relaxed grip. Making the best throw he could muster, Ian let the round disc of a shield fly toward the Silhouete.
As soon as the shield's grip left his hands, the agent vaulted and swung both blades with the intent of dicing the Silhouete to pieces. In his mind though Ian knew this was pointless and would accomplish nothing..... for him at least.
Ian hoped his ploy might actually work, it would make things easier for the coming climax. Knowing Rann that wouldn't be too far off.
Karn
With four assassins in tow, Karn marched to the surface through one of the tunnels. As he and his vanguard topped the rise, the emmisaries came into view. A tceasi (sp.) swathed in robes stood amongst the company of several of his kin guards.
Karn didn't bother asking whether it understood Tamrielic or not, being to the point was often the best way maintain a charade. "Hail, Akaviri, I've reviewed the offer you've presented to us for decapitating the leadership of Tamriel."
He didn't dare allow himself to savor the wording of "decapitate" and "leadership" and their veiled meanings. "We have decided to accept the contracts, this agreement will be mutually beneficial to us all...."
Yeah, right. Even as you spoke to my messenger you were infected by the disease he was carrying. A disease that you shouldn't be familiar with, and your body lacking immunity to. And your death upon trying to reach the Silhouete will be a simple allergic reaction to a common Tamrielic disease....... one that we natives have become resistant to in the recent years. Oh and it is quite contagoius...... Beneath the cloths that obscured all but his crimson eyes Karn smirked wickedly, a smirk that the emmissary could neither see nor understand if he could.
For a moment his gaze moved from the blazing purple eyes to over the Silhouete's shoulder where a bunch of men were hauling away a couple of Akaviri snakemen. Under other circumstances Ian would have found this situation funny, but not now.
Before the third second had passed, Ian jumped in front of one of the snakemen and snatched the shield from the tight, but still relaxed grip. Making the best throw he could muster, Ian let the round disc of a shield fly toward the Silhouete.
As soon as the shield's grip left his hands, the agent vaulted and swung both blades with the intent of dicing the Silhouete to pieces. In his mind though Ian knew this was pointless and would accomplish nothing..... for him at least.
Ian hoped his ploy might actually work, it would make things easier for the coming climax. Knowing Rann that wouldn't be too far off.
Karn
With four assassins in tow, Karn marched to the surface through one of the tunnels. As he and his vanguard topped the rise, the emmisaries came into view. A tceasi (sp.) swathed in robes stood amongst the company of several of his kin guards.
Karn didn't bother asking whether it understood Tamrielic or not, being to the point was often the best way maintain a charade. "Hail, Akaviri, I've reviewed the offer you've presented to us for decapitating the leadership of Tamriel."
He didn't dare allow himself to savor the wording of "decapitate" and "leadership" and their veiled meanings. "We have decided to accept the contracts, this agreement will be mutually beneficial to us all...."
Yeah, right. Even as you spoke to my messenger you were infected by the disease he was carrying. A disease that you shouldn't be familiar with, and your body lacking immunity to. And your death upon trying to reach the Silhouete will be a simple allergic reaction to a common Tamrielic disease....... one that we natives have become resistant to in the recent years. Oh and it is quite contagoius...... Beneath the cloths that obscured all but his crimson eyes Karn smirked wickedly, a smirk that the emmissary could neither see nor understand if he could.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Apr 26 2007, 10:55 PM)
Ian
For a moment his gaze moved from the blazing purple eyes to over the Silhouete's shoulder where a bunch of men were hauling away a couple of Akaviri snakemen. Under other circumstances Ian would have found this situation funny, but not now.
Before the third second had passed, Ian jumped in front of one of the snakemen and snatched the shield from the tight, but still relaxed grip. Making the best throw he could muster, Ian let the round disc of a shield fly toward the Silhouete.
As soon as the shield's grip left his hands, the agent vaulted and swung both blades with the intent of dicing the Silhouete to pieces. In his mind though Ian knew this was pointless and would accomplish nothing..... for him at least.
Ian hoped his ploy might actually work, it would make things easier for the coming climax. Knowing Rann that wouldn't be too far off.
The Silhouette
The Silhouette didn't hesitate in ducking under the shield and pulling his scimitars to block Ian's swing. They were in a deadlock, each of them with two blades pressing against each other.
The Silhouette, however, had a trick up his sleeve. With a foreign word, his tiger burst into action, pouncing forward to knock Ian away.
A few surrounding snake-men began to close in.
Rann
Rann had spent the last few moments looking inside his small and nearly empty pack. The only thing there was the gold given to him by the Countess. It wasn't much use in the wilderness.
He left it lying there as he walked just outside the treeline. He had hoped that he would have been able to energize and inspire the group to action, but he had apparently not achieved such an effect. Especially when they were all beaten and bruised.
There was some commotion far ahead, and he could see faint flashes of light that he knew to be blades reflecting in the sun. Snake men were closing around two lone figures...
Ian, you stupid bastarde. he thought, as he broke into a run. He didn't tell the group he was leaving, as his sense of urgency overcame his common sense. Many of them were injured anyway, and one couldn't be caught in sunlight.
Ian
He had waited just a little longer than he'd liked. Any longer and the cat would have had him pinned to the ground.
Ian skidded back, stopping several paces from the tiger and its master.
For no obvious reaon, he chuckled, an odd light in his eyes. "Until next time, conquerer."
He pulled a bag off his shoulder and tossed it to the silhouete's feet.
As the bag landed, Ian vanished from sight...... And chaos broke loose.
Snakemen began to scream and panic incoherantly from things that were not there.
Others of their kin looked perplexed, then broke ranks to chase food that didn't exist.
A dozen large sppore pods rolled out of the bag. The pods were releasing pheremones into the air that impaired judgement and fostered hillucinations.
He had waited just a little longer than he'd liked. Any longer and the cat would have had him pinned to the ground.
Ian skidded back, stopping several paces from the tiger and its master.
For no obvious reaon, he chuckled, an odd light in his eyes. "Until next time, conquerer."
He pulled a bag off his shoulder and tossed it to the silhouete's feet.
As the bag landed, Ian vanished from sight...... And chaos broke loose.
Snakemen began to scream and panic incoherantly from things that were not there.
Others of their kin looked perplexed, then broke ranks to chase food that didn't exist.
A dozen large sppore pods rolled out of the bag. The pods were releasing pheremones into the air that impaired judgement and fostered hillucinations.
Patholos
Patholos rounded the hilltop first, and saw Karn and the emissary discussing at the entrance to the Lair. "Hold men, hold!" Patholos hissed. The prisoners they were carrying started to make a commotion, so they were knocked unconcious. Patholos and his men confered for a second, then they decided to take the snake men through the waterway into the lair. Patholos would ride ahead and talk with the emissary.
As Patholos descended the hill and finally came to a rest next to Karn. "Morning," Patholos said to the ambasador, and Patholos bowed low, according to the doctrine dictated in "Mysterious Akavir," a book Patholos had read in his youth. "I see that we have the same idea for what we have to do with this Empire," Patholos gave his signature toothy grin, and the snakeman asked in broken Tamriellic, "What wrong with eyes?" Patholos turned to Karn, and with a comic face, he pulled off his covering and showed the ambassador exactly what was wrong with his eyes....
Patholos rounded the hilltop first, and saw Karn and the emissary discussing at the entrance to the Lair. "Hold men, hold!" Patholos hissed. The prisoners they were carrying started to make a commotion, so they were knocked unconcious. Patholos and his men confered for a second, then they decided to take the snake men through the waterway into the lair. Patholos would ride ahead and talk with the emissary.
As Patholos descended the hill and finally came to a rest next to Karn. "Morning," Patholos said to the ambasador, and Patholos bowed low, according to the doctrine dictated in "Mysterious Akavir," a book Patholos had read in his youth. "I see that we have the same idea for what we have to do with this Empire," Patholos gave his signature toothy grin, and the snakeman asked in broken Tamriellic, "What wrong with eyes?" Patholos turned to Karn, and with a comic face, he pulled off his covering and showed the ambassador exactly what was wrong with his eyes....
Karn
"As you can see ambassador, the Dread Father bares strange gifts."
The snake had its mouth partially ajar, stunned by the sight before him. Karn decided to wrap this matter up. "Tell the Silhouete that we shall push our brethren to behead the Tamrielic leadership."
Later after the snakemen left, Karn turned his attention back to Patholos. "So, what did you find out." Before his second in command could reply, Karn held up a hand. "Wait, I just remembered."
The Dunmer retrieved the yellow amulet from his robes. "I avoided telling you this, but I had another client besides the Silhouete. Someone who wanted the empty throne and rule over Tamriel. This amulet acts as a way to communicate with him."
Issac
He scooped up one of the packs and slung it over his shoulder. "Well, it would seem we're going west for once. At least we might find someone to help us in the Imperial City." Issac said in a tired cheerfulness.
"Maybe get some rest once we get back to civilization." Though he didn't show it, all this constant chasing and fighting was beginning to take its toll on him. I really can't wait to rest, not the rest we've been getting, but real rest. Issac sipped a restore fatigue to help steady himself.
OCC: Only Flint, Kirana, and Green-Root know that the IC has been evacuated.
"As you can see ambassador, the Dread Father bares strange gifts."
The snake had its mouth partially ajar, stunned by the sight before him. Karn decided to wrap this matter up. "Tell the Silhouete that we shall push our brethren to behead the Tamrielic leadership."
Later after the snakemen left, Karn turned his attention back to Patholos. "So, what did you find out." Before his second in command could reply, Karn held up a hand. "Wait, I just remembered."
The Dunmer retrieved the yellow amulet from his robes. "I avoided telling you this, but I had another client besides the Silhouete. Someone who wanted the empty throne and rule over Tamriel. This amulet acts as a way to communicate with him."
Issac
He scooped up one of the packs and slung it over his shoulder. "Well, it would seem we're going west for once. At least we might find someone to help us in the Imperial City." Issac said in a tired cheerfulness.
"Maybe get some rest once we get back to civilization." Though he didn't show it, all this constant chasing and fighting was beginning to take its toll on him. I really can't wait to rest, not the rest we've been getting, but real rest. Issac sipped a restore fatigue to help steady himself.
OCC: Only Flint, Kirana, and Green-Root know that the IC has been evacuated.
Flogir
"I apologise for running off like that; bad memories got the best of me," Flogir said regretfully as he sheathed Iceshard and observed the damages surrounding them. Many of them were receieving attention and fortunately it looked like they'd be all right. "That won't happen again," he vowed.
With that, Flogir received word that Ian had abadoned them for no apparent reason and he suddenly noticed Rann run off. He thought he caught distress in the mer's eyes and immediately Flogir followed him, eager to make up for his previous failing.
When he finally reached Rann's side, a shocking sight greeted him. It appeared the Silhouette's army was going mad.
"What caused this?" Flogir asked in amazment.
"I apologise for running off like that; bad memories got the best of me," Flogir said regretfully as he sheathed Iceshard and observed the damages surrounding them. Many of them were receieving attention and fortunately it looked like they'd be all right. "That won't happen again," he vowed.
With that, Flogir received word that Ian had abadoned them for no apparent reason and he suddenly noticed Rann run off. He thought he caught distress in the mer's eyes and immediately Flogir followed him, eager to make up for his previous failing.
When he finally reached Rann's side, a shocking sight greeted him. It appeared the Silhouette's army was going mad.
"What caused this?" Flogir asked in amazment.
Ian
A good distance away, he stopped, leaning against a tree for support as he pulled himself together.
The spores had less affect on him, but he felt very light-headed. Minutes went by before his head was clear enough to stumble along an over grown mountain trail.
Even though the nausia had passed, Ian felt somewhat sick to his stomach.
Kirana
Having followed Flogir to Rann, Kirana found herself without an answer to her companion's question.
At least until she smell something faint, but peculiar. "Phermones.... Spores." She whsipered.
After the initial surprise passed, she regained her confidence and explained cryptically. "Just goes to show that flora aren't harmless."
A good distance away, he stopped, leaning against a tree for support as he pulled himself together.
The spores had less affect on him, but he felt very light-headed. Minutes went by before his head was clear enough to stumble along an over grown mountain trail.
Even though the nausia had passed, Ian felt somewhat sick to his stomach.
Kirana
Having followed Flogir to Rann, Kirana found herself without an answer to her companion's question.
At least until she smell something faint, but peculiar. "Phermones.... Spores." She whsipered.
After the initial surprise passed, she regained her confidence and explained cryptically. "Just goes to show that flora aren't harmless."
Rann
"Does this spore sh** affect everyone, or just those snake men?" he asked, "I just want to know before I start trying to kill one of you in a frenzy."
He had meant it as a joke at first, but found it to be a pretty valid question anyway.
"Does this spore sh** affect everyone, or just those snake men?" he asked, "I just want to know before I start trying to kill one of you in a frenzy."
He had meant it as a joke at first, but found it to be a pretty valid question anyway.
Patholos
After Karn had just informed Patholos about the amulet, he thought for a moment. A sudden rage boiled inside him, and he asked himself Why did one Brother withhold information from another? Patholos calmed and said to Karn, "That is good news, Sensei. I have one question that I need you to think about. Do not answer now, for the Shadow Eaters and I (OOC: Thirty men and Patholos) ride to Mannimarco's Lair. The question is this, Is this the wisest choice, My Sensei, for if we follow this new persona, will we be no more than puppets with this man pulling the strings?" Patholos mounted his horse, and the rest of the Shadow Eaters did the same. Patholos spurred his horse and rode off towards the cave system that Mannimarco was supposedly at.
Mannimarco
A scout came into the cave complex and Mannimarco had him report. "Good, have the Dark Brotherhood emissary and his escort allowed into my cavern. And find the information I seek."
After Karn had just informed Patholos about the amulet, he thought for a moment. A sudden rage boiled inside him, and he asked himself Why did one Brother withhold information from another? Patholos calmed and said to Karn, "That is good news, Sensei. I have one question that I need you to think about. Do not answer now, for the Shadow Eaters and I (OOC: Thirty men and Patholos) ride to Mannimarco's Lair. The question is this, Is this the wisest choice, My Sensei, for if we follow this new persona, will we be no more than puppets with this man pulling the strings?" Patholos mounted his horse, and the rest of the Shadow Eaters did the same. Patholos spurred his horse and rode off towards the cave system that Mannimarco was supposedly at.
Mannimarco
A scout came into the cave complex and Mannimarco had him report. "Good, have the Dark Brotherhood emissary and his escort allowed into my cavern. And find the information I seek."
Kirana
She shrugged and smiled. "Oh, the spore I would have to identify first, but the wind will carry it eastward so we should be fine. Even if there were numerous pods, the agents will desperse soon and no longer be concentrated enough to have any adverse effects."
She added coyly, "And your concern for our safety is touching."
Karn
He watched the retreating forms of Patholos and the Shadow Eaters. Karn gripped the amulet so hard his knuckles popped. I will think on this, make Veric understand we have a position of power that he cannot take from us.....
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Apr 29 2007, 10:10 PM)
Kirana
She shrugged and smiled. "Oh, the spore I would have to identify first, but the wind will carry it eastward so we should be fine. Even if there were numerous pods, the agents will desperse soon and no longer be concentrated enough to have any adverse effects."
She added coyly, "And your concern for our safety is touching."
Rann
"Well, you know me. Always thoughtful, putting others before myself, and all that other great stuff." he replied, suddenly feeling the urge to smoke. Maybe because he hadn't for quite some time.
"Since Ian seems to be taking care of himself just fine and doesn't need us, I've got a question for you, Kirana. Well, actually two questions."
Kirana
She nodded, "Sure, what do you want to know, Rann?"
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Rann
"Well, you're knowledgeable in magick, so I was wondering if you knew anything about this," he said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his tattoo.
"And if not, would you be willing to study, or experiment, or whatever the hell it is you mages do to learn more about weird stuff?"
Rann was hoping to be able to find a way to bypass the nasty after-effect of using his power, and he figured Kirana would be the best person for the job. If not, maybe there was something else to be learned about it.
"Well, you're knowledgeable in magick, so I was wondering if you knew anything about this," he said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his tattoo.
"And if not, would you be willing to study, or experiment, or whatever the hell it is you mages do to learn more about weird stuff?"
Rann was hoping to be able to find a way to bypass the nasty after-effect of using his power, and he figured Kirana would be the best person for the job. If not, maybe there was something else to be learned about it.
Kirana
She bent to look at the tatoo, running her finger along its design. Kirana cocked her head studying it to see if the image itself was familiar. Finally, she opened her bag and rummaged through its contents.
Setting it down, Kirana produced a roll of parchment, a quill, and several tomes she often used used for references. Without so much as warning Rann, she siezed his arm and focused some of her magicka into the image, not any particular displine, just raw magicka.
The ink blazed crimson, and Kirana relented. She wrote down what she'd seen, then looked at Rann. "This could take awhile," Kirana decided to offer Rann a chance to avoid any harm her poking and prodding might inflict. "Do you want me to really investigate this mark?"
Rann
Rann shrugged.
"Just heal it afterwards," he said, "And while you're at it, maybe you could dig this whip out of my other arm?"
"I already know a small bit about it; it lets me absorb the magicka around me and channel it into whatever I want, though I have no knowledge or talent for magicka. And after I use it I collapse and have to recover for quite some time. If I don't rest long enough, I feel like I'm about to die."
"Other than that, though, I'm pretty clueless. I just know what my dad told me in a letter."
Rann shrugged.
"Just heal it afterwards," he said, "And while you're at it, maybe you could dig this whip out of my other arm?"
"I already know a small bit about it; it lets me absorb the magicka around me and channel it into whatever I want, though I have no knowledge or talent for magicka. And after I use it I collapse and have to recover for quite some time. If I don't rest long enough, I feel like I'm about to die."
"Other than that, though, I'm pretty clueless. I just know what my dad told me in a letter."
Patholos
Patholos and the Shadow Eaters came to the front of the cave complex that Mannimarco was supposedly staying at. Three men dismounted with Patholos and they went into the cave. The first thing that betrayed Mannimarco were the black soulstones scattered around the heart of the cave. Patholos and his men moved into the cave and saw Mannimarco sitting at a desk. Patholos walked up to the King of Worms and said, "Mannimarco, I must inform you of the recent happenings, and then we will decide how to control this army. First, the Brotherhood I am in is no longer the Dark Brotherhood, but the Narza'Tai, and we have differences in operations. However, we still believe that we need your help and we need to stop this army. Karn, our Sensei, has joined under false pretenses the army of snakemen and they think the Dark Brotherhood still exists. What do you have to say about that?"
Patholos and the Shadow Eaters came to the front of the cave complex that Mannimarco was supposedly staying at. Three men dismounted with Patholos and they went into the cave. The first thing that betrayed Mannimarco were the black soulstones scattered around the heart of the cave. Patholos and his men moved into the cave and saw Mannimarco sitting at a desk. Patholos walked up to the King of Worms and said, "Mannimarco, I must inform you of the recent happenings, and then we will decide how to control this army. First, the Brotherhood I am in is no longer the Dark Brotherhood, but the Narza'Tai, and we have differences in operations. However, we still believe that we need your help and we need to stop this army. Karn, our Sensei, has joined under false pretenses the army of snakemen and they think the Dark Brotherhood still exists. What do you have to say about that?"
Kirana, beginning
She looked at the chain whip's blade carefully. "Alright, this might be uncomfortable..."
Kirana cast corrosion on the imbedded weapon, the dagger end turned to ash and now dripped out with Rann's blood.
The scholar focused on the ash particles and removed them from the wound. Blood gushed out, and Rann'ss arm began to shake from blood-loss.
Quickly, Kirana stooped the bleeding and closed the gash. She spoke gently, "I'll wait until your body recovers from the loss of blood; then I shall continue."
While Kirana allowed Rann to rest, she flew through her books to find anything regarding magical markings, no matter how obscure.
OCC: Imagine the awkwardness of Satyana chancing on Rann and Kirana during their "study session."
Satyana
"Ahhhrrrggghhh...Rannie! Watch it! I....ehhh..I have something I got to show you now, even though I never intended to" She cried as she noticed Kirana and Rann studying the tattoo
She approached, slowly unbuttoning her blouse....
A tattoo was visible, going from her left breast over to the right...a strange pattern and a color that seemed to be glowing.
"This is our heritage, dear brother"
She sighed and looked at him sternly....
"Nobody knows the real power of this....yet that is.."
"Ahhhrrrggghhh...Rannie! Watch it! I....ehhh..I have something I got to show you now, even though I never intended to" She cried as she noticed Kirana and Rann studying the tattoo
She approached, slowly unbuttoning her blouse....
A tattoo was visible, going from her left breast over to the right...a strange pattern and a color that seemed to be glowing.
"This is our heritage, dear brother"
She sighed and looked at him sternly....
"Nobody knows the real power of this....yet that is.."
Rann
Rann was so surprised he didn't even think about the awkwardness of the fact that his sister was showing her breasts to half the world.
"I thought it came from my father's line, not my mother's." he admitted. The idea that his power was a mixture of two bloodlines and not merely that of his father's interested him more than a little.
And I always thought that purple eyes were the only thing I got from her.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing to a sketch in Kirana's book. It was obvious that he was in great anticipation of finding out more.
The Silhouette
The Silhouette slaughtered the crazed spore-inhaling snake-men around him, before they could harm him or even each other. The Silhouette didn't think Ian to be a problem; mainly an annoyance.
Flies are annoyances too. I kill them. he thought, ordering a few score of snake men to patrol the outer rim of the massive army for any more such annoyances. One vampire could continue throwing spores; it would barely make a difference.
The Silhouette remounted his tiger and made his way to the front of the army once more, the Imperial City getting closer with each step.
Rann was so surprised he didn't even think about the awkwardness of the fact that his sister was showing her breasts to half the world.
"I thought it came from my father's line, not my mother's." he admitted. The idea that his power was a mixture of two bloodlines and not merely that of his father's interested him more than a little.
And I always thought that purple eyes were the only thing I got from her.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing to a sketch in Kirana's book. It was obvious that he was in great anticipation of finding out more.
The Silhouette
The Silhouette slaughtered the crazed spore-inhaling snake-men around him, before they could harm him or even each other. The Silhouette didn't think Ian to be a problem; mainly an annoyance.
Flies are annoyances too. I kill them. he thought, ordering a few score of snake men to patrol the outer rim of the massive army for any more such annoyances. One vampire could continue throwing spores; it would barely make a difference.
The Silhouette remounted his tiger and made his way to the front of the army once more, the Imperial City getting closer with each step.
Green-Root.
Green-Root watched Rann run off, followed by Flogir.
He shrugged and lied down on the ground. Half-covered by the bushes, he was practically invisible.
,,Let them rush into trouble headfirst. I'm going to take it easy."
Flint Ironwood.
Flint was decidedly not pleased with his new companions. While they kept up a civilized front, behind his back they were all whispering about the 'assassin.' He might be old, but his hearing was still pretty much perfect.
,,Ah well, at least we're not too slow. These roads are a brilliant invention. Not as fast as jumping, but faster than trudging through the wilderniss."
He looked at a signpost they passed.
Imperial City 12 km.
Green-Root watched Rann run off, followed by Flogir.
He shrugged and lied down on the ground. Half-covered by the bushes, he was practically invisible.
,,Let them rush into trouble headfirst. I'm going to take it easy."
Flint Ironwood.
Flint was decidedly not pleased with his new companions. While they kept up a civilized front, behind his back they were all whispering about the 'assassin.' He might be old, but his hearing was still pretty much perfect.
,,Ah well, at least we're not too slow. These roads are a brilliant invention. Not as fast as jumping, but faster than trudging through the wilderniss."
He looked at a signpost they passed.
Imperial City 12 km.
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