Issac

Having been close behind Satyana as she'd approached Rann and Kirana, he had noticed what she was doing. Issac averted his gaze immediately, his cheeks burning red. Although he paid attention to what they were discussing, he could not bring himself to get too involved with the matter.

Kirana

While being quite surprised, Kirana simply raised an eyebrow and allowed for an amused smile. Mostly it was due to Issac's embarrased reaction, but she returned to the matter at hand. "Well, to make sure everyone is on the same page, it would seem that these markings are of arcane origin. They react to magic by absorbing it even in its most crude forms."

Kirana looked thoughtfully for a moment, "These tatoos seem similar to those Aldmer settlers wore during their migration to Morrowind. Hmm..." She flipped through one of her larger tomes and stopped at a particular page.

"From the few records that exist of that time, let it be noted that they are often filled with biassed nonsense, they look to be related to the markings that were commonly used by factions in Atmora. If this is right then different factions used varying marks to tell one another apart and embue themselves with certain magical affects that were necessary in their day and age."

She shut the book and gazed back at Rann and Satyana, and the more distant Issac. "If I had to guess, the act of aborbing raw magic that is not completely in sync with your own puts a great strain on your body. This absorbtion is obviously much more crude than contemporary methods."

Kirana finished, "Attempting to find a way to avoid the physical and mental exhaustion side-effect will take time. Time that might be better focussed on more immediate issues......." She added, "Unless you're both willing to sit out the war until we find something solid."

Mannimarco

"Good, you showed up. Excellent. We move to find certain people that can unlock mysteries of the empire. My necromancers are herding the army from Vvardenfell this way, and my scouts estimate that the armies will clash, lets say in a few days. There will be much for me to do, and we need to hurry and find these people."

Patholos

"What do these people look like, when and where were they born, male or female, there are too many variables...."

Satyana

"You may be right there anyhow!" Satyana replied "I...had this vision a few nights ago, that you and I are more than half-siblings, that our heritage is more complicated than we know!




Satyana

"But I am not really sure of anything so far, and I hope that Kirana can enlighten us even more...at the appropriate time! Now we must focus on what lies before us....I wonder where Serene is...did she really go away?"


Serene, heading back home....she thinks!

Yes she was lost. She had no idea where she was, other than in the wrong place. She grunted to herself, pretty annoyed that she had walked thinking about a lot of different things and then of course she had gone the wrong way. What she noticed in front of her was a mountain she didn´t recognize...but there was a dark spot at the side...was it a cave of some sort?

She sighed and approached it...with a strange feeling of familiarity ...could it be ???



OOC: I let Serene end up meeting Brianna and her gang.....just by coincidence! OK?

OOC: That doesn't really make sense. Both Serene and the group (Bree, Rahvin, Sadril) are leaving the Cyrodiil area, meaning that Serene would have to catch up to them, not just chance a meeting.

Rann

"I don't think our heritage could be any more complicated. There's already three twins with only one parent in common. To say there's more is improbable, to say the least. I'd just say that our mother has some secret too."

It would be impossible on many levels for them to be more than half-siblings. Especially since she had no dunmer features, and he had no nordic features.

Hell, most people can't even see the imperial in me.

"What do you think, Issac?" he asked, noticing him standing nearby, "And don't just agree with her."

Issac

When Rann asked him about the matter all he could do was shrug helplessly. As it was Issac didn't know as much about their heritage as they did. I don't even know my own heritage that well..... "Well, huh, I guess that only your mother could identify all this for us." She did sleep with those men....

"Since no one who knows for certain is present, I don't see how we could find out anything that you two don't already know." Issac couldn't help be feel absolutely useless, it seemed like both Ian and Serene had left and weren't coming back anytime soon. With them went a lot of insight in his opinion.

Mannimarco

"They are heirs, they unlock the secrets I seek!" Mannimarco stood up and shook his fists. "With the heirs, I could unlock the secrets of Reman Cyrodill and the rest of the Empire. And this must be done quickly for there is another that may seize control before we can." Mannimarco stared at Patholos and waited for a reply.

Patholos

"I still need more information, we will return after I have talked with the Sensei."

OOC: Ok...fine with me! Then she won´t meet them! Oh and no no Rann and Satyana are half-siblings but Brianna has dunmerii blood! And maybe some other weird liquid running in her veins....



Satyana


She frowned....why do brothers always have to be like that!? She nodded at Issac, of course their mother might be able to tell them all about it..the problem was that she was gone...or at least nobody knows where she might be, so no help from that direction.

"Issac....I would very much like to be alone with you....I...I need to..ehh talk to you"

Talk? who am I fooling? I want to do far more than that...far more.But I must not scare him, he´s such a kind shy young man and I love him so much

Green-Root.

Green-Root got bored and looked over at Aerona.
,,So, what do you do for a living?" He asked. He wasn't interested at all but anything would be better than sleeping.

Flint Ironwood.

The leader of Chorrol's cavalry stopped.
,,The Imperial city." He said.
,,Thanks for pointing out the obvious." Flint thought and rolled his eyes.

The group rode into the abandoned city and took up refuge on the easter walls for the night. The horses could use the rest.

OCC: Serene could find the Morrowind army though..... possibly with Athyn among the soldiers.

Issac

He wondered what "talk" implied, but Issac never stopped wanting to be with Satyana. It hadn't impaired his concentration, yet. Issac decided to play along as though nothing was implied other than a simple chat between close friends..... Yeah, right, everyone who has half a mind knows what's going on with us.

"Of course," He turned to Kirana and Rann. "It might be better not to wait for us to get back; just fill us in on whatever you two find out." I knew being in love in the middle of an armed conflict would be a pain, but there is almost never any time.... Issac strode a distance with Satyana, allowing for her to speak (or act) first.

Kirana

Nodded as she stared down at her tome's text, maintaining the illusion she didn't understand nor care about what was going on. When both lovers were a reasonable distance she asked Rann. "So, for how long has your half-sister been with my adoptive son?"

Kirana glanced up, her eyes partially obscurred by the rim of her hood.

OOC: Yeah! she could...ehh is Athyn enrolled in it? isn´t he too old? jeez...it would scare Serene to death if she finds her husband in an army! But why not?

Satyana

She took Issac´s hand while walking beside him. She didn´t know how to start, her entire body was aching with desire, but this wasn´t probably the best time for any...acts? Anyway she dragged hin a bit off the trail making sure they were not seen by the others. Then she folded her hands around his face and kissed him, the taste of him made her want him even more, she had to restrain herself....

"Issac" she whispered, "I love you so much, if we get out of this alive....will you come and live with me?" She felt that it wouldn´t be appropriate for her to propose marriage to him...that was his task! If he really loved her he maybe would do it...later.

She kissed him again....this time much deeper....her body was tight to his and she shivered ....

The world started spinning around, a thought ran through her brain..

We can´t....can we? Can we continue this or.....not?

Aerona

"I don't do anything...anymore. I used to be a priest, but..." she trailed off.

Rann

"I dunno. A while," he answered, making a mental note of the 'adoptive son' part.

Issac, with Satyana

He kissed her with the same passion she did. Issac's arms firmly wove around her waist, Satyana had his heart in its entirety. When they paused, Issac replied. "Satyana, I would live anywhere if I could be there with you. Whether it be a cabin in a remote forest or a manor inn Tamriel's greatest cities."

He looked into those violet shaded eyes of her's, "Now that I know you, I couldn't bare the posibility of living alone, without you in my life, again. When things are made right again, would you accept my..... my proposal of marriage?" Issac whispered the last words, fearing he had overstepped his bounds.

Please, my love, do not reject me. I fear in this state I could do anything, no matter how foolish.....

Karn

Holding the amulet in his hand, Karn concentrated on the message to Veric.

"Veric, there have been some changes to our situation..... or rather, my position."

Kirana

Hiding the disastisfaction of Rann's vague answer, Kirana went back to studying the text on her lap.
"I hope they don't wander off too far, the army may be gone, but they aren't the only dabger around here......" She muttured.

OCC: Kirana looks a lot younger than she really is (sounds like all mages have really young appearances). In fact, she's older than both Serene and Telina. And looks only a few years older than Issac!

OOC: Gonna give Veric a little while longer.

Rann

"They better not get to far, or Issac won't like me much longer," he said, only half-jokingly.

"So, did you adopt him when your were two years old, or what? You have any tobacco? Anyway, no offense, but you look more like his barmaid sister than his mother."

Satyana

She looked at Issac, her eyes glowed with love.

"Yes!" she answered "I´d like that more than anything...now we must not tell Rann just yet, he can be difficult, but maybe your mother will give us her blessing?"

She hugged him hard and buried her face to his chest....

Satyana was so happy, she didn´t really care about the current events. She wanted this moment of sheer joy...

The Army of Morrowind

As they marched, the Army left the view of Mournhold. The slow creeping snake that was the columns of troops slowly advanced towards the Imperial City. An officer, a Dunmer officer, rode up to the Commander and said, "Sir, at this rate, we'll make the city in six days." A short pause and then the Commander responded, "Have the supply wagons catch up with us later, we march double time until we reach the city!" The Dunmer bowed and turned to his respective lieutenants. "Men, you heard the Commander, WE MARCH!"

Patholos

After leaving the cave, Patholos gasped at the beauty of the morning. There was no color in his cursed vision, but there was a feeling of hope in the distant horizon. A small tear formed and dropped down his cheek. Without looking to see if his men saw the tear, Patholos quickly wiped his eye and mounted his horse. The rest of the Shadow Eaters mounted as well and then they rode back to the lair to meet up with the Sensei.

OOC: The Army of Morrowind is totally up for grabs, anyone can take over at any time. Please use it, I won't be able to use it every time and the Army might not get anywhere if it isn't used. Also, it looks like the Army will leave the supply trains behind. Hmmmm.....

Kirana

She paused her reading, then Kirana smiled and looked up at Rann. "Yes, you would be correct; I'm a good deal older than others might think."

Kirana explained, "As Issac or Ian might have told you, Issac was found as an orphan in the Imperial City after Mehrunes Dagon was banished baxk to Oblivion."

"I was already a friend of Ian's a kindred spirit, you could say. When we found Issac, he was lying on the floor crying over the half-eaten bodies of his parents.".

She smiled as the memories came back in force. "Ian sympathized with the Altmer boy, he himself had not known his parents for long. So we took Issac in, taught him many of the magical and combat disiplines that we had been taught."

"Not all information comes free Rann, sometimes one must get their hands dirty to accomplish something." Kirana finished, "I'm older than your grandmother, but a couple decades short of a century old."

Issac

He almost couldn't breath, but the fact hardly registered in his mind. Issac wrapped his arm arouns Satyana even tighter, lifting his other arm to lie lightly on her head.

He rubbed his cheek against her's.
All other things beside Satyana dissappeared from his awareness for a few moments.

Issac felt desire intrude into his mind, but he ignored the urge.
After they finally paused, he managed to gasp, "Kirana might, Ian accepted..... us back in Leyawiin. So, yes, we need Kirana's blessing too."

Green-Root.

The Argonian laughed, but kept his voice down in case unwanted ears were nearby.
,,Priestess! Such a shame. I suppose you don't drink, then?" He said and waved a bottle of brandy around.
,,But you're probably not anymore. So take a good glug. Nothing is better to lighten up and forget your troubles for a while." He threw the bottle on the grass in front of Aerona's feet.

,,You know, if being a priestess is so important to you, you can be one. I've never heard that.....people with your condition can't become a priestess. Never seen of ones with it either but I never go into temples anyway. I'd probably end up being kicked out for soiling the floor with mud. Actually, that happened once. The local priest had it as a rule that no one was allowed to come in on his bare feet. Well hello, does it look like I can wear shoes with toes like these?"


Morrowind army.

Two soldiers whispered to each other during the forced march.
,,So this is Cyrodiil. It looks wrong." One said. The other looked around and nodded.
,,Not used to all the green, eh?" He answered with a slight grin.
,,No, it's not that. This is the capital of the empire. But where is the Empire's army? The famous Legions that conquered Tamriel? Don't they want to protect their home?" The first one continued. Both looked at the empty fort they passed.
,,Something is very wrong here."

Flogir

As the group progressed into a discussion about Rann and Satyana's magic and origin, Flogir's mind drifted off. Intense magical discussion never appealed to him, especially since most of the time he couldn't follow the topic anyways. Instead, he quietly watched the events unfolding at the Silhouette's camp.

It looked like the phermone situation was taken care of, since the robed figure of the silhouette simply slaughtered those acting out of hand. It was then that it appeared to issue sane groups of snake men to go out and scope out the area before the Silhouette itself led the army off.

"Guys... I don't think sitting around this close to the Silhouette's camp is a good idea. It seems Ian's little surprise has caused them to send out patrols. We need to get moving before we're discovered."

Rann

"You old ladies need to start looking the part," he said, standing up at Flogir's suggestion to get moving, "A lot of young men could get confused."

He looked at his bare arm before his eyes made their way back to Kirana, "Would it help if you could see this in action? Not now, of course, because I don't feel like hibernating for any amount of time, but if the need arises..."

Aerona

Aerona looked at the bottle at her feet for a short time, but chose to ignore it and pretended as if she had been too engrossed in conversation to really pay it any mind.

Aerona didn't explain that priests and priestesses of Arkay consider the undead to be aboniations, and intead laughed a little at Green-Root's story about the priest, even though that sort of discrimination made her a bit angry.

"Temples are supposed to be welcome places for all," she said quietly, "I'm sorry that priest did that."

Then she heard Flogir's remark and began to gather her various belongings for a quick move.

Patholos

After riding southward towards the Lair, Patholos saw the Silhouette's "ambassadors" going door to door and slaughtering inoccent famers. If he stopped them, and one got away, the shaky truce would definately be void. If he did nothing, the snake men would definately tell the Silhouette. Patholos signaled the Shadow Eaters over to a small barn where the snakemen had a little girl and her mother pinned against the wall. They were jabbing with their weapons and making hissing noises. Patholos rode up to the snake men, and made a circle motion then a violent slashing motion and then pointed to the snakemen. One snakeman turned at the noise of horses. He said in broken Tamriellic, "You help now, Eyeless One." Patholos nodded and dismounted, noticing the seven snakemen and the hostages. Patholos said, "Ahh, you seem to have found the local fauna, my friend." The snakeman replied, "Yes, we want to kill them, you help?" Patholos tried his best to laugh, but ever since he lost that tint of madness, he found it hard to find humor in this depressing time. "Sure my friend, but tell me, what are the plans for your soul?" Patholos quickly slashed upwards with his small sword and the head of the snakeman rolled onto the ground. As quick as lightning, the rest of the Shadow Eaters executed the Snakemen without haste.

"You'd better come with us, we'll help you..." Patholos said to the girl and her mother. "Our Sensei is a wise man, he will help you..." Patholos hoisted the mother and daughter up and his horse then he in turn jumped on the back of one of the Shadow Eaters' horses.

They arrived at the Vile Lair a few hours later, and they all dismounted. Patholos called for the Sensei and waited.

OOC: The Army of Morrowind should probably be making camp about now.

Karn

Putting back the amulet, karn paused and heard Patholos calling to him.

He approached the Shadow Eaters and their..... Guests. "Brother," Karn said. "Why are these people here?"

OCC: I hads to rush, so -'ll probably change this ater.

Green-Root.

,,Bah, don't worry about it. I ended up stealing his donations bowl, with contends. Ah, those were good times." He laughed when Aerona acted displeased over the priest's behaviour.

He tried to pull a sour face at Flogir's warning, something which the Argonian skull wasn't made for.
,,Can't give a wounded hero a break, can they? Heh, wounded hero. I make no sense." He got up on his feet, using his spear for support. Seeing that Aerona wasn't going to drink, he snatched up the bottle and put it to his mouth himself, emptying half of it in a single go.
,,Gah, my side hurts as if a dragon stepped on it. That's the last time I gamble with those pretty faces from Oblivion. Let someone else take the pain."

Flogir

Content with the fact that everyone was starting to pack up and head out, Flogir himself began to gather his things up aswell. As he did this something dawned on him.

"Ummm... fellas. Where exactly are we going to go? I figure Cheydinhal is overrun so that basically leaves the Imperial City or backtracking to Bravil and Leyawiin. I'm quite sure the army would've left the latter choices by now," he said hesitantly.

Whereever they went, Flogir was quite certain they weren't going to find happy times. With their luck, whereever they might go just might blow up in flames just as they get there. He laughed bitterly at his own thoughts. Perhaps they might convince someone to assist them because at the moment, Flogir thought it would take a great army to deal with this one. There were just too many of them to properly attempt an assassination of the Silhouette. Flogir did not voice these thoughts though. He didn't want to spoil the others' hope.

Shouldering his pack, Flogir looked to the others for possible suggestions as to where they were heading.

Patholos

Looking at Karn, Patholos responded abruptly, "They were about to be executed unjustly. It was my decision to grant them life. There are no emotions tied these people." Patholos pulled his dagger out and put it to the neck of the little girl. The mother screamed but the stone solemn Shadow Eaters held her fast. "Sensei, on your command....

Mannimarco

A sickly looking Bosmer hobbled into the cave complex. He stuttered fiercely and he had a half-paralyzed face, but this man was known for his knack in spells that deal with "interrogation." The Bosmer hobbled to Mannimarco and laid down to kiss his feet. Mannimarco in disgust kicked out with his foot and connected with the Bosmer's face. Yelping, the Bosmer rolled onto the floor and said, "My leesh, why di-, why di-, why did I deshurv thish?" Mannimarco said only one word, "Report."

After a long and hard to understand speech from the Bosmer, Mannimarco felt a feeling he hadn't felt since before he had died. Power, Mannimarco felt powerful. He now knew where the group he was looking for had been staying, after that sickly Bosmer had interrogatted countless innocents. Mannimarco, totally ignoring the Bosmer on the floor trying to get up, walked out of the cave complex. He now knew where he must go.

OOC: I don't know how the group is going to find out about the Morrowind Army, maybe the Army will send couriers...

Army of Morrowind

The Commander of the Army strode to the intelligence tent that they had erected for the night. All the officers were there. The Commander walked right in, stared everyone down, and then said, "The Neverarine is missing, Vivec could possibly be dead, Duke Dren is dying of an illness, we have little time before the morale breaks and this army disapates," Scattered gasps and grim nods went throughout the officers. The officer in charge of Cyrodillic relations spoke up, "Sir, I have sent couriers to each of the cities outlying the Imperial City. They have taken this poster to every town to my knowledge, " The officer handed a small pamphlette to the Commander. The Commander looked it over, then nodded his approval. He then said, "We
have no knowledge of these snake men, so tell your men to listen for orders in the next few days. Some of the locals have strung up the Imperial Sign on their doors, and others are cheering us. We must succeed, Dismissed."

This is the pamphlette:
"Calling all heroes and strongarms!
The Empire is in need! Fight for your country, succeed and be forever acknowledged as a hero! There is money to be had, but think of the Glory! Avenge a wrong you have committed, purge yourself by serving the glorious Empire!
-Commander (name is illegible)"

Karn

Watching inpassively, Karn said. "I never commanded them to be murdered. Let them be, Patholos."

He didn't speak with any detectable mercy, simply stating that there was no point in killing fearful citizens of little significance for no reason. "Give the survivors supplies, then send them west. No escorts, they must fend for themselves."

Tenek, sitting up in a tree

A half-heard pair of voices brought him from his slumber. Dazed, Tenek felt something crawl over his face. In his blurry vision, he saw something huge on his nose. Panicing, He accidently rolled off the branch he'd been lying on during the night.

"Aarrrrggghhh!" He landed in a puddly of fresh mud with a heavy splat. Disgusted Tenek, spit the horrible brown substance from his mouth. "Darn it, I was going to wait another week before washing!"

Rolling over he spotted a young Altmer man and a slightly younger girl that could have been a mixture of races nearby. "Oi, what are you two doing, attackin-" The fearsome butterfly that had landed on his face earlier fluttered by. "Oh....."

Tenek got up, wiping some of the larger clumps of mud off his vest. "So, anyway, who are you two and why are you here?" He got a better look at them and noticed they were still in a partial embrace. A mischievious smile crossed the Bosmer's young face.

"Well, look at the two love birds having a private moment in the wilderness.... Ignore me, I could use some entertainment." Man, I haven't had any fun in ages..... well, actually a month, but that's not the point! Tenek, sat on a tree root, with a silly grin on his face. "So, you two runaways or are you just having a moment with yourselfs?"

Issac

A sudden disgusting splat ruined the peace of the moment. Issac spun to face the person who'd fallen from a nearby tree. Judging from the young man's hieght, and somewhat high-pitched voice that this was a Bosmer.

"I could ask you the same thing, Bosmer. What were you doing in that tree?" Issac brushed away the dirty remarks about what was going on between him and Satyana. "Look, just go on your way, and we'll go ours."
He doesn't look like much, but anyone could be dangerous around here.

Ian

The nausia passed over time, and his past steadily bacme straighter. Ian felt very hot for some reason, then he noticed the faint smoke trails curling from under his robes. Oblivion, I have to feed before I burn to cinders!

Darting into the faint shadows of the nearby boulders, the smeltering heat vanished for the moment. He sniffed the air for the smell of nearby animals or freshly spilled blood........ Ian's eyes flashed open, glowing faintly with a foreign light of hunger.
The wind smelled of sweat, and exhuastion of a long march. Hundreds of mer, marching for days filled with the taste of near desperation. The vampire smiled an sinister smile that was not his own. It was one of a hungry hunter who had smelled his prey, inferior creatures that spilled sweat, life-giving liquid that the creature craved more than the most adicting drug.

Tenek, in glory

"You mind calling me Tenek instead of 'Bosmer,' Altmer? Savvy?" Tenek sneered as mockingly as he could.
And then with that he strode off down the trail. They could at least try to be subtle or something.....
Then when he walked quickly for a few minutes, until he saw a group of unpacking campers.
Immediately, he ducked off the trail and began sneaking up on them. When he got a few feet away, he kneeled down and decided to try to find something to steal.

He spotted something shiny in a bag and that caught his attantion. Tenek grabbed the bag by the top, and when he did, the bag's contents spilled out onto a rock with a loud clatter. Crap!!!

Aerona

Aerona had looked away from her bag to respond to Gree-Root, when she heard the loud sound of her potion bottles breaking on a rock. Turning quickly, she spotted a bosmer holding her bag upside down as if he had just dumped out its contents on purpose.

She stood and backed away a few steps in fear, "Please don't hurt us," she pleaded, oddly not realizing that the group she was with greatly outnumbered a single bosmer.

Altair/Veric

"See what in action?" he asked innocently as he walked up on Rann and Kirana's conversation. He looked at Rann's tattoo and then back and forth between their faces, curiously awaiting an answer.

Kirana

She shrugged, giving the fellow Altmer an amused look. "See archaic magic that hasn't been used in millenia, and find a way to avoid its short falls. Are you a practitioner of the Arcane?" Who is this mer?

For some reason not known to her at the time, she instinctively slapped her tome shut feeling somewhat protective of the lore inside her books. Kirana didn't know why she felt like keeping knowledge from this mer, but for whatever reason he was an exception to her general rule of spreading knowledge freely.

OCC: Ian is temporarily descending into madness (only until he feeds again).

Altair

"I know a few spells and have some basic knowledge of magicka." he replied, acting as if he hadn't noticed Kirana's coldness towards him.

"I probably wouldn't be of much help, but I'd like to learn more about whatever you're studying." He gestured to Rann's tattoo, "The image itself is intricate and interesting enough alone to want to study."

Rann

Rann kept silent during the tense conversation between Altair and Kirana. He didn't understand why so may disliked Altair so much; he was always doing his best to be friendly and helpful and all he got was the cold shoulder every time.

Kirana

Of course, who can't resist learning about the arts of old? But what drives you? Power? Or genuine interest in simple understanding? Kirana mused, she faintly detected Rann's vague disapproval for not properly involving this Altmer.

Although the instinct to not trust this mer was still present, Kirana dicded to give this person a chance, if only to keep him happy.... The scholar's thought illustrated her reluctance, but she didn't believe that the other party (since Rann supported the mer) could access her musings and unvoiced complaints.

"Very well, you may help." She offered the mer her tome. "Can you understand Deadric?" More than just a gesture of good-will, this was something of a test, not many people turned up in the middle of nowhere who could comprehend the complex lore of the Deadra, let alone their language.

Altair

He accepted the tome with an eager smile and stood there, flipping through its pages quickly, but without damaging the old book as he skimmed through. It wasn't apparent whether or not he was actually reading it, and he cleverly avoided answering Kirana's question.

In reality, he was somewhat competing with Kirana and her mind games; not answering raised suspicion and being able to read daedric raised suspicion, yet neither was enough to incriminate him.

Rann

Rann nodded a silent thanks to Kirana.

"Before we get too into our studies though, we should probably help the others get moving."

Kirana

"Yes, we should get moving as soon as possible." Kirana hid the dissatisfaction of having her dagger being blunted, as it were. She gathered up all her other tomes, and placed them all in her bag. Although she surrendered one of them to the Altmer male, Kirana was determined not to give powerful knowledge to someone she didn't trust at all.

As she walked back to the group, Kirana found a strange mer holding a now empty bag of potions. While one of the newer members, well, vampire members, seemed intimidated; Kirana looked ready to blast the scoundrel into Oblivion, literally.

Theatrically, she lifted a hand as it swirled with magicka that would definitally ruin this person's day.... or week. Kirana allowed for a non-violent result, and demanded. "Explain yourself, don't mince words either."

Green-Root.

Green-Root looked up when Aerona's potionsupplies were assaulted.
,,You go through all the trouble of sneaking in, only to steal a few potions and breaking them? Really, there isn't even a single drop of alcohol in them. Waste of liquid. Next time, stick to the money. I've seen the gleam of gold in places." He hissed amiably. Frankly, he was amused by the Bosmer's antics though he also knew that they'd been lucky.
,,If that had been a snake or worse, one of those goldskin women, we would now be fighting for our lives."

He felt at the stumps that used to be his horns and scratched the scar on his nose.
,,I lost my horns and got two brilliant scars in just a few days. I should have stayed home in Morrowind. Bashing Dunmer is so much safer."

Flogir

Before anyone could answer his question, a loud clattering noise revealed a young Bosmer attempting to steal Aerona's potions. Flogir decided to join alongside of the rest of the group who were inquiring the Bosmer's intentions. He kept one hand on the pommel of Iceshard just in case the Bosmer tried something he would regret. Only someone absolutely crazy would attempt to take on a party their size single handedly.

Tenek, in trouble

"don't worry, I won't hurt you"Tenek said in worried tone.why isn't any one else doing anything
[/i]well better get out of here[i] "i'll just go my own way"Tenek said, regaining his normal state of mind standing up,getting ready to run.
"its not like i was going to steal any thing"Tenek said in his usual joking manner.

Patholos

Patholos nodded to the men, and they stood down. Patholos hoped that the men still held allegiance to Karn, rather than Patholos. They seemed rather hesitant to act on Karn's orders. "In the matter of intelligence," Patholos said as the Shadow Eaters herded the refugees away, "There are more attacks on farmers that have been reported. Also, WE need to meet again with Mannimarco." Patholos emphasized the we to mean that Karn and Patholos should drop everything and go at the moment. The Shadow Eaters anxiously awaited the orders from Karn...

Mannimarco

Seeing the camp a few feet away, Mannimarco un-cast his Illusion spell and strode right into the camp. Mannimarco observed all the camp members and judged each to his own liking. The Argonian with the missing horns and fresh scars, the old Breton with a seriously deadly weapon, The two undead; Mannimarco stopped with the two undead. He forgot all that was around him and focused his necromantic powers into the air. Nature itself seemed to fight against his casting, but he succeeded. He sent wave after wave of physical and mental energy to the dead cells in the vampires. Mannimarco tried to attune the reception of psychological messaging from Mannimarco. He pulsed one single message to the Bosmer, "I can give you all the alcohol you could desire, just heed me. Turn around and lay on the ground, face up!" Mannimarco sent the other message with some difficulty to the female vampire. He started to sweat as his concentration thickened. She had such fortitude! The vastness of her complex willpower startled Mannimarco, yet he continued. The message he sent to her was simple, "I know you loathe this undeath, this attrition to your god, this pestilence. I can fix this, just heed me. Obey your carnal desires, listen to the sweet nectar that is my voice. Lay on the ground, softly, and face up. All will end in silky comfort and caressing tranquility." Mannimarco gasped at the exertion he had just been put through. "And all this happened within five seconds," Mannimarco thought to himself.

OOC: Two things,
One, what the hell was with my "Bounty Fabric Softener" message, whoa, lay off the drugs
Second, Someone needs, really needs, to take over the Army of Morrowind, any takers? YOU! Yes you, don't turn around, I can see you! You are reading this, therefore your punishment is to take over the Army of Morrowind. Ha HA! Victory!

Aerona

As the bosmer backed away, she ran forward and began to collect her fallen belongings. She didn't notice the newcomer enter their camp until he entered her mind.

I know you loathe this undeath, this attrition to your god, this pestilence. I can fix this, just heed me.

She looked up in confusion, unsure if it was audible or not. Judging by the faces around her, it was not.

Obey your carnal desires, listen to the sweet nectar that is my voice. Lay on the ground, softly, and face up. All will end in silky comfort and caressing tranquility.

She looked the necromancer in the eye and spat on the ground, to the confusion of onlookers.

I will find a way to rid myself of this disease. She replied, Even if the cure is death.

Rann

"And who the f*** is this?" he asked, advancing towards Mannimarco, mainly to get between him and Aerona. There was obviously some sort of tension between the two.

Kirana

Taking her attention off the Bosmeri intruder, she turned to look at the other newcomer. Naturally, Kirana knew who Mannimarco was, but for all intents and purposes this man did not fit his discription. Still, the Dunmer radiated power, it was enough to get her interested, but also wary.

Between that Altmer and this man I fear nothing is as it seems....

OCC: Issac and Satyana are still a ways away, Ian is stalking the army from Morrowind, and Kirana is suspicous of Altair and Mannimarco....... She has unorthodox methods of dealing with people she doesn't trust!

Altair

Mannimarco? The necromancer? he was smiling on the inside, but his exterior showed nothing but a worried look. I could use some of his knowledge of the dead...

He gave Kirana a worried look, "What is going on?"

Rann

Rann impatiently awaited an answer, demanding that he reply barely a second after the original question. He concentrated fully on the magicka around him, ready to draw on it at any time.

There's so much power here. he thought to himself, much of it came from Kirana, and much of it from this newcomer. He could sense traces of Satyana's magicka, but she was a distance away, Aerona's was clearly present, but not as strong as the other's.

There was still one enormous source. Equal to, if not greater than the others. He couldn't trace it to any of the people around him. He didn't focus on the mystery too much, though, as he was already focused on using this stranger's power against him should the need arise. Maybe he could give Kirana some insight while he was at it.

Mannimarco

Magical backlash washed over Mannimarco and he grunted with the effort of supressing the power. The King of Worms noticed a "black hole" in the area, and slow traces of magicka were pulled from the surrounding area. Mannimarco's eye's dashed around the camp, constantly seeking, waited for someone to act. "This is how they killed me the first time" Mannimarco thought. Mannimarco, in a fury, drove his Staff of Worms into the dirt and summoned the Dark Magicka that drove the evil gods. Life, all around him in a mathematical radius began to die, a slow field slowly crept outwards in a circle. Worms died in the ground and the grass turned brown. Mannimarco chanted the dark passages that few knew if any.

A semi-visible shell of dark energy surrounded Mannimarco and Mannimarco raised his hand. He summoned the skull of Reman Cyrodill out from the dimension he had sealed it in. The skull appeared in his hand and the energy ceased. In Mannimarco's eyes, and consecuently the two vampire's because they had a connection with Mannimarco, a faint glow surrounded Rann. He was one of the heirs. The spell was too weak to find the others, but it was a start.

Issac

"Come on 'Tyana; we have to get back." He was certain she felt the "black hole of magicka" but Issac wanted to get back with all haste.

"You feel that, too?"

Kirana

She had all the evidence she needed to be certain this man was a necromancer.

Kirana muttured a brief plea for aid from Meridia, Deadric Princess of life, immortal enemy of the undead.
Grimmly, the scholar began going through a complex summoning. Four forms appeared between them and the necromancer.

One being was a creature of fire, another was a thing of whirling stones and lightning, third was a giant of ice and frost.

The fourth was a lesser known atronach of flesh. All four deadra moved forward menacingly. Kirana, exhausted from the conjuration, landed (more or less) in a sitting position.

She nodded reassuringly to Rann. "So, Necromancer, what is it you intend to do?"

Satyana, feeling awkward

"Yes...yes of course, I´m not sure but I have a bad feeling about Rann...and your mother, I reckon they cpould use my powers as well....no Issac my darling, don´t ask...because I have no answer to give you...the simple reason for that is....that I do not know what is happening over there, I just feel bad about it"

Satyana sighed, folded back her hair and took Issac´s hand, whatever happened she would not leave his side....

Green-Root, being lazy.


,,Ah! More summoning. Fine, deal with all this yourself. I'm going to sit back, drink and enjoy the show." Green-Root hissed and theatrically sat down on a log. Or at least, he tried. His aching side took all the grace out of his movements.


Flint Ironwood.

After their rest, they'd begun moving again.
,,Boy, I sure hope we're not the only ones. Fifty men is so not enough for open warfare and these buckets are not suited for guerilla." Flint thought, riding at a small distance from the group. He thought he could see someone approaching from the road up ahead.


(That's a morrowind army messenger. Who wants to control him?)

Issac

He nodded, resting his right hand on Cyrorend, "Let's be there to help them then."

When they found the group along with the same Bosmer they'd met earliar, and a obb Dunmer in robes. The dead zone around the mer was all it took to realize he was a necromancer. They weren't fighting yet, so Issac put a gentle but restricting hand on Satyana's shoulder.

"Let's wait to see what everyone does before we act....." Still he, clicked his katana partially from its sheath for good measure.

Kirana

She glared pointedly at Green-Root, "If I had the magicka required, I'd arrange a reunion between you and the two Aureal, Argonian. Consider yourself lucky that we have better things to do...." Kirana spat, not at all pleased with Green-Root, even if he was injured.

Flogir, a little freaked out

When the necromancer appeared, Flogir immediately turned his attention from the annoying Bosmer to the necromancer. When he saw the ground wilting underneath its feet as a wave of dark magicka seeped forth from the necromancer, Flogir kept his distance.

"Guys, this whole magic stuff is kinda out of my league..." Flogir said hesitantly while still maintaining his ground. "I will assume though that that's not something I want to touch," he continued, indicating the necromancers expanding spell.

"Get rid of that barrier or whatever, and I'll give him a good taste of Iceshard!"

Karn

"Shadow Eaters," Karn pointed to several of there members. "You will take command of the groups of lesser assassins, make certain that no unwanted guests may stumble upon our base."

"The rest of you," He added. "You shall aid your brethren by taking these." The Ninja retrieved eighteen bundles of cloth from a nearby container. "Handle these with care, they will not be lethal, but your health will be severely hampered by the disease carried in these clothes. These infected packages must rach the Silhouete's army, they will have a much more drastic reaction to the affliction than you."

As the Shadow Eaters dispersed, not voicing any possible compaints at the constant moving about on seemingly mundane tasks. Karn turned to Patholos, "Now, brother, let's find where that filthy 'King of Maggots' is desecrating."

OCC: It would be amusing to say the least if everyone in Tamriel started calling Mannimarco the King of Maggots. It certainly isn't flattering or intimidating......

Aerona

Aerona gasped as she saw Rann's form surrounded by a white aura. She didn't know what it meant, but she knew it was something significant.

She tried not to stay too occupied in her own thoughts, so she went to work preparing herself for the battle ahead. Not for fighting, like most of the others, but for healing. All of the hotheads around her were sure to get themselves injured.

Rann

Rann saw the circle of death expanding, and backed away a few steps.

I wonder what would happen... he seriously considered absorbing all of the surrounding dark magicka and channeling it.

Then he saw Kirana's nod, and interpreted it as a signal to go ahead with it. His tattoo began to glow bright red, and he began to breathe heavily with the absorbtion of the enormous amount of dark power. He paused, though, standing there filled to the brim with magicka, unable to think of how he should channel the power...