Flogir

Flogir was relieved when Patholos fixed the cloth so that it covered his eyes. Looking around he realised that most of the group had reformed, since he was Issac appear from the surrounding woods. He nodded a greeting before returning to the situation at hand.

It seemed like his initial kindness to Patholos had forced him to become the bridge between the two sides. The problem with the albino Dunmer was simply his unpredictable actions and moods. Sure, he might be a grovelling, withering wreck right now, but earlier he had displayed efficiently vicious displays of violence.

But his offer of joining the Silhouette's army as a mole could be a good idea, but there were risks of betrayal as well. Then again, he would be away and the problems he caused would be removed as well. It would take the group to decide to truly know, so he might as well start off.

"Well everyone, if Patholos wants to be a mole, I think that'll work. What do you all think?"

Rann

"Hell f***ing no," was Rann's reply to Flogir's question, "I might be the only one, but I don't trust him. Hell, I trust this vampire more, and I don't know her name."

"Aerona," he heard her interject.

"Thank you, Aerona," he said, only slightly getting off topic, "Let him go over there, see how royally f***ed we become." he finished, returning to the original subject at hand.

Karn

Setting the vial down on the branch, Karn leapt down to the ground. He went through the necessary methods to slow down his respiration and allow him not to take a breath of toxic air. The ninja cast invisibility and drank a potion of resist poison for good measure.

Moving silently through the brush, Karn came in close to the group, even with life detction his vitals were so low he doubted someone could sense him. He heard the recent debates, and before he made his move Karn announced. "Oh, if you think you'll be royally screwed, you don't know the half of it!"

As his invisbility failed, Karn pulled something from his left sleeve and a long wire appeared from in his hand. The whip ended with a spiked edge that was coated in a poison of drain fatigue. Karn's tactic wasn't to kill anyone, but when they were suddenly sapped of energy, people tended to inhale more oxygen..... and anything contaminating the air.

The long cord lashed out, toward Rann, it only need graze the Dunmer to take affect, and that affect would lead to a more powerful reaction to the airborne toxins.

Rann

Rann immediately jumped into action, putting his arm in front of him to block the whip. The end dug into his arm after wrapping around several times, giving him good leverage. He roughly pulled it out of Karn's hands, ignoring the pain and decent amount of blood.

He grinned, looking positively evil standing there with a bloodied arm with an even bloodier whip hanging from it.

"Why in the hell do you keep showing up?" he asked, "Last time you ran, leaving your goblin friends. Are you going to run this time? Wait, what wil you use to slow me down? I don't see any goblins around..."

He walked in a circle, acting as if he were looking for something in the woods. "Come out goblins, wherever you are..."

He stopped long enough to draw his blade, "I guess if you run this time I can chase you."

OOC: I figure the faatigue can hit in the middle of a swordfight

Green-Root.

The Argonian snorted. Being called a lizzard, even a mr lizzard, was not something he appreciated. He kept his words to himself though, no need to spark more anger from the group. In the end, he was just the guy who joined up for the moment.

Then Karn showed up.
,,Well, it does appear that my good treatment has healed you remarkably well. Now it's not nice to repay me with such aggression." He hissed at the assassin, and took a deep breath as he brought his spear in the ready position. Shortly after taking the deep breath, he felt an odd tickle within his lungs. The tickle soon ceased.

,,If I'm not mistaken, that whip isn't your only stick behind the bush, is it?" Green-Root said with a knowing grin.
,,Poison, how pathetic."


(Argonian resistance to poison. Not good for Karn's vial. )

Satyana

She knew very well she had to be very cautious with her powers....

After all...Serene is my grandmother and she taught me well

She sensed Kirana´s hesitation about her and above all she felt her giving Issac a warning to keep distance from her...This fact made her extremely sad. She loved Issac deeply and would never even think of not controlling her powers in his presence. She was hoping her powers could be of some help! That´s why she revealed them sort of...to Kirana hoping for help from the more experienced mage. Instead she wanted to separate Issac from her!

Satyana sat down on the ground, trying hard to keep from crying....

Issac! Be with me ! Support me now....please!

Issac

He paused a moment in indescion, then for once in his life he ignored Kirana's council.

Issac turned back to the group and came to Satyana. He sat down beside her, simply being by her side. Issac could tell she was terribly upset, and he wanted to do all he could to help her, whatever it took. He embraced her tightly, and spoke sicerely "I'm sorry for not being around lately, Satyana, please forgive me."

Issac added quietly, "I'll do most anything to make it up to you....." He kissed her forehead lovingly. Satyana you're too important to me to give up!

Patholos, sitting against a tree

Patholos began to doze off when he heard the voice of a stranger. He looked up and saw in his vision a man with a whip like weapon attack Rann. With all his heart, he wished that the new threat would hurt Rann, but instantly he regretted that. If Rann was hurt, he would have no chance to help them. Help them? What the hell? Why did I just think that? Patholos thought. A lot of good you are right now, he thought to himself again. Wait....


Calling to Karn, Patholos yelled, "HEY! LOOK INTO MY EYES!" and Patholos removed the cloth around his eyes....

Karn

"It's nothing personal Argonian, but it is your choice to stay with these people. Unfortunately, I'm in for the long run." He replied to Green-Root's comment. "And I do have many tricks up my sleeves."

At that moment he tore a lengthy scroll from a pouch on his belt. The scroll unraveled, and Karn roared its contents. The parchment burned to a crisp, and for several moments nothing happened. Suddenly three forms appeared in between Karn and the group.

One figure wore the familiar deadric armor of a dremora lord, and the other two were angelic in comaprison to the dremora, Golden Saints. Grinning slightly, Karn retrieved a clawed instrument from his pack and it attached to his wrist easily.
Four wicked claws of pure ebony, each sprouting from just above his knuckles. The deadra unsheathed their blades and held their shields tightly, prepared for the bloodshed at hand.

Cuaght somewhat off-guard by the his pale kinsman, Karn glanced at him for a fraction of a second.

Kirana

Watching as Issac went past her and knelt beside Satyana. Unbidden, Kirana faltered for a moment, taken aback by this. Her suggestion had been to ensure that nothing could happen for the time being.
In hindsight Kirana realized that this might not have been the wisest choice, but she was willing to stand by her decision.

She also noted how upset Satyana had become almost as soon as she had warned Issac to keep his distance. Perhaps I misjudged them; I will watch and wait.... Kirana turned and walked away, neither bitter nor angered by this development.

Patholos, leaning against the tree

Muttering a Shield Spell, Patholos rolled onto his side to get at the second dagger he carried. The first was still lodged in the tree and Patholos was too far away to retrieve it. As the shield spell took hold, Patholos noticed something curious, his vision showed the decay of the Daedra like the caster would see, for example, he knew how long the creatures had left on Mundus. Astounded by this but also afraid, he recognized that the Daedra were here for no short visit.

As Patholos threw the small dagger at the Dremora Lord while this new caster looked at him. The small poisoned dagger wouldn't do much to a Daedra, but it struck the Dremora Lord in the Achilles Tendon. Patholos prayed that this would give the others enough time to fight the creatures. Patholos began his families' Death Prayers that they had been saying for generations....

Karn

When the pale Dunmer threw his dagger at the newly conjured dremora, Karn realized this mer was a nuisance that would be a good opononent to destroy now. As he vaulted toward the mer Karn summoned a bound shortsword.

The murderer aimed his wrist blades to run through his foe's heart. The bound sword was just a matter of insurance in case his target could retaliate. Prepare for death's embrace!

Flogir

As if Flogir's stress level wasn't high enough, Karn suddenly appeared once more. Instictively he drew Iceshard and prepared for the worse. Turns out the worse is a Dremora Lord and two Golden Saints.

Flogir shuddered as past memories quickly flashed before his eyes. Instantly, he was seeing Kvatch ruined once again. The cries of people being hacked to pieces by Daedra echoes in his ears and the scent of sulfur and blood filled his nostrils. Flogir's eyes glistened in fear, as he was consumed by the memories. All he wanted to do was get away.

Slowly, Flogir began backstepping, hoping that he would enter the woods without anyone noticing.

OOC: Perhaps Karn's poison is only helping to freak out Flogir even more by making him feel weird and helpless.

Patholos, against the tree

Patholos took the wristblades in the stomach, the Shield Spell was weak to begin with. Patholos coughed up blood all over the figure of Karn, and the cold metal now in his gut began to cause him great pain...

Before Karn could pull out his wristblades, Patholos muttered a Recall Spell and the pair were transported to the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary in Cheydinhal. Patholos muttered, "Welcome to my hell..." and he fell unconscious.

OOC: If the teleportation was a little too much, i can edit. This was the only defense Patholos had.

OCC: no it's fine.

Karn

The sudden change in location took several moments to sink in. When it did, Karn roared andtore out his wristblades from Patholos' torso. He recognized this place, the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary in Cheydinhal.
Karn had been here when he'd been a part of the brotherhood.

However he'd walked out on them, and he was not in anyway happy to be back here. The shriek of a dark guardian focussed his thoughts. Jumping out of the skeleton's axe swing, Karn grabbed a nearby pedestal of marble.

The enraged Dunmer swung the furnishing, knocking the guardian's shield out of its bony hand. When the undead tried to evisorate him, Karn cuaght the axe's blade in his wrist blades and wrenched it from the unholy servant's hands.
Gripping the weapon so tightly his knuckles went pale, Karn knocked the guardian's skull off with the flat of his axe. The rest of the skeleton fell apart, and the ninja searched for more enemies. There were none that he found at first.

Naturally, I lead some of these mongrels under the Silhouete, they're probably rotting at the bottom of Lake Rumare by now. With nowhere else to vent his fury, Karn grabbed Patholos by his cloak's collar. "You will pay dearly for your treachery," Karn hissed to the unhearing Dunmer.

SUddenly a quiet whispering voice was heard as if the air itself was speaking. "You, you lead my servants to their deaths and now bring suffering to another; it is you who shall pay dearly for your audacity!"

Patholos, on the floor on the Sanctuary

Patholos awoke when he felt the cold presence of the Night Mother. He was still dying, he was aware of that, but he felt no pain, and he stood up. Patholos readjusted his eyecovering and said, "Wait, let him be. He is a child of Sithis, his mistakes are his own. Now leave him be." Patholos began to feel pain again, but before he fell to the ground, dark hands caught him.

Green-Root.

A Dremora and two goldenskinned women with matching armour took form. The Argonian had no idea what they were, but he didn't want to find out the hard way.
He was already hobbling away while Patholos was getting killed anyway.

He followed the trail the tickle in his lungs presented.
,,He has to leave the poison here somewhere."
Then he spotted it, a small glint on top of a tree. With a quick jab of his spear, he pushed it off the branch and into his hands. It was half empty but what was left had to be enough.

He rushed back to camp.
,,Good, they're still here."
,,Hey, Dremora! Over here!" He shouted at the largest Daedra's back. When the beast turned around, Green-Root sprang to action and tried to shove the half-empty vial of poison down its throat. There were three uncertain factors in his plan. One: Would he hit? Two: Was the Dremora vulnerable to poison? Three: what would the two women do?

He knew only one thing for certain. That poison was meant to be inhaled and powerful enough even when spread out by the wind. forcing the whole vial down its throat would effectively concentrate the stuff right where it mattered.

Karn

Looking down at the pale Dunmer, Karn puzzled over why his past membership in the britherhood affected anything, but he neither executed Patholos nor replied to the horrible voice of the Night Mother. Three assassins pushed open the door that leadt to the bed chambers.

Karn reflect how sloppy he'd been to not check and see if the assassins were sleeping. It is morning after all.... The DB assassins ignored him and moved to aid their brother. The Dunmer ninja sat down in a shadowy corner of the main chamber and closed his eyes, intending to make as much use of this respite as possible.

Rann

Rann had barely blinked and found that Karn and Patholos had disappeared. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as they were quickly replaced by two Golden Saints.

He started to fight them, ignoring the biting pain in his arm. Within seconds, however, he found himself abnormally and extremely exhausted. His attacks and blocks became slow and clumsy, and he was barely staying on his feet.

"Poison," he said wearily, hoping someone would hear and come to his aid, "The whip..."

Kirana

As she walked away from Issac and Satyana, Kirana noticed the fighting that had broken out between the others and two Golden Saints and a single dremora lord. Where did those come from? Hardly pausing to think about her own question, she joined the fray.

She noticed Rann was being plagued by something, his movements taking more visible effort than normal. As a golden saint prepared to strike the young Dunmer with a spell, Kirana placed herself between Rann and the saint and cast a hasty lightning shield.

"Rann, I really suggest you let someone deal with your arm before you try something herioc and stupid." She said before spinning around to blast the deadra with a elemental blast of her own. Had it not been for the chaos of the melee, Kirana would have noticed that her throat felt itchy as if something was in the air....

(Bed)

OOC: I think Green-Root took care of the Dremora...

Rann

"I'll be fine," he protested weakly, unwilling to admit he needed help, even though he had secretly hoped for it.

He tried to block another attack from a Golden Saint, but was knocked to the ground. He stood again just in time to put upa successful block. He doubted he would be on the offensive any time soon. He started breathing heavily, and felt something odd in his throat. He coughed.

The feeling spread into his lungs. The cough came from deep in his chest this time.

"What the hell?" he asked in a quiet and raspy voice, hoping to hold on to his life for at least a few more moments.

His attacker lifted its sword for a blow that would certainly take Rann's life.

Aerona

Aerona witnessed the events in somewhat of a stupor. She had never been much for conflicts, and had only recently started to be involved in them ever since she had joined the Quarra.

She knew very few offensive spells, and none of them were powerful enough to take care of the two Golden Saints. She felt an obligation to Rann both for saving her from the mad pale dunmer, and for giving his blood.

When she saw the coming danger, she wasted no time in casting a shield spell on Rann, saving him from certain doom. Defensive magick was her forte.

Patholos, in the Sanctuary

Patholos followed Karn into the chamber. The healing potion that one of the DB members gave him completely cured the stomach wound. Patholos sat down opposite Karn and asked him, "Your name is?" But before Karn could answer, Patholos said, "Doesn't matter, you serve the Silhouette, am I correct? Is there room for our Order, my brother?"

OCC: no that poison isn't lethal. Being in a higher concentration just promisis a more dramatic reation. The reaction still requires a trigger to activate....

Kirana

As the saint swung her longsword in a wide arc, Kirana ducked under the blade.
While the saint was off balance, she kicked it away to get a breif reprieve.

Hearing Rann's question, Kirana also shared his sentiments. The itch in her throat that made it difficult to breath, but it wasn't what was causing exhaustion.

Having not witnessed Karn's arrival and attack she couldn't connect the difficulty to breath with the assassin.

"Rann for the empire's sake you're not any condition to be fighting. Get to safety n-"

Before she could finish the saint she'd been fighting had recovered and loosed a blast of lightning.
Kirana collapsed as electricty ripped through her body.

Karn

Without opening his eyes, Karn replied. "One, I once served Sithis but not anymore. Two the Dark Brotherhood assassins that were already serving the Silhouete are all dead in the attack on Chancellor Ocato. So I don't see why you would choose to join it."

Karn purposely ommitted that he had two clients at the moment rather than one. And he couldn't tell if Virec would find these murderers useful or not.

Patholos, in the Sanctuary,

Feeling the pain is his eyes that would never go away, Patholos changed the wrapping around his head and changed into Dark Brotherhood armor. While he was changing, one could see the scars of brutal fights and beatings all along his pale back. Then Patholos turned to Karn and said, "Brother, I was away on assignment in Vvardenfell, pursuing a certain "Nerevarine" when I was recalled to Cyrodill by my Master. It seems that I was supposed to relay information to a certain "Ian" about the possibility of recruiting the Brotherhood against the Silhouette, but between the constant fights and the argument with the Rann character, (at this moment, Patholos made a disgusted face) I forgot to relay said information."

"Now my brother," Patholos continued, "We should get down to the matter at hand. How many agents would you need of our Brotherhood? I will run the choreography under the Silhouette, for this Sanctuary is my jurisdiction. How do you think the Silhouette will respond to that?" Patholos paused, and forgiving Karn for the near death experience that had just occurred and the obvious breaking of one of the Five Tenants, Patholos handed a scroll and parchment to Karn. "And I will need to know your name...

OOC: Does Karn need soldiers, there are many in the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, also, Patholos has a Speaker that could help...

Green-Root.

The Dremora didn't choke from the poison, rather it choked on the vial being shoved down its windpipe. The demon bit down on Green-Root's hand who hissed in pain and anger.
,,Go back to where you came from!" He shouted and gripped his spear just behind the blade with his free hand. He then proceeded to stab between the Daedric plates of its cuirrass repeatedly till the creature dissolved into a billowing cloud of smoke.

The Argonian staggered, his spear fell to the floor and he clutched his wounded hand.
,,That could've gone better."

He looked wearily at the Golden Saints. He involuntarily winced when Kirana went down from a heavy blast of lightning. Whether he liked it or not, he was the only one around who was in the condition to put up a fight. The Vampire seemed more suited for support rather than offense.

He picked up his spear and charged into battle. He focussed on the one who was trying to kill the Sage. His spear went up, then swung down to connect with the Saint's helmet.
,,Vampire! Think you can give me the edge? I'm not used to fighting two women from Oblivion!"

Karn

He showed no emotion at the mention of his foes name, but Karn felt a bitter-sweet taste fill his mouth at Ian's mention. "The Silhouete is a hard abomination to understand. He came here promising pillage, but instead aims to destroy everything in his path, even things that can't or won't be a threat."

"It cares very little about what we do or who we are. It only cares about what his snakemen do. That thing killed some of his own recruits just because they were becoming an incovieniance." Although the prospect of slaughtering anyone who he didn't trust was not alien in the least, Karn found a good deal of the Silhouete's actions unnecessary.

"Still, on the subject of useful targets, I would suggest eliminating the counts and countesses of the towns that have yet to be touched by the Akaviri invasion. Skingrad, Chorrol, and Anvil would fit this discription."

Karn changed subject, "As a matter of curiosity, what was the information that you were going to deliver to Ian?" He wasn't willing to let a small detail ruin whatever plan he came up with later, so Karn wanted to know what Patholos had to say before he went back to scheming....

Karn signed his signature on the parchment as he spoke, not seeing why his name would have to be kept confidential.

OCC: Kirana might have a useful scroll or two on her person if you guys need an edge.

Patholos

"My brother, we must put an end to this Silhouette! You say he is bent on the destruction of Mundus, but you desire conquest, not annihilation? The Brotherhood is with you, my brother. We must stop the Silhouette, but we have not the force to confront him. Let those with the ability, use it. The group I was with should keep the Silhouette occupied for a while, allowing us to infiltrate top ranks and (achem) "Cut the head off the Snake.""

Patholos paused, then said, "As for the information I was supposed to relate to Ian, I have it on my person." Patholos reached into the folds on his DB armor and withdrew a slip of paper. "My sources intercepted this message coming from Vivec's Canton in Vivec to Mournhold. It seems there is a callout for all the Soldiers in the Empire to converge back on the city. It was signed by Vivec himself, and there is a scrawl there that looks to be from the Nerevarine." At the mention of the Nerevarine, Patholos spat. He handed the note to Karn. "We must act my brother, are you with us?...

(Here is what the Note said)

"Attention:
All Imperial Soldiers report to the Imperial City immediately. Leave the outer barracks and bring your equipment. There is gold in the coffers for mercenaries, we will need all the spare weaponry you can bring. A vast flotilla of Imperial Ships are on their way to Ebonheart and the shores of Vvardenfell. All readers must comply! For the EMPIRE!"

Vivec
Duke Dren
(Illegible handwritting)
King Helseth

Karn

Rereading the letter multiple times before setting it down, Karn muttured. "With Ocato dead, these men could be the few leaders strong enough and influencial enough to hold the western armies together. Their lives' importance cannot be overestimated...."

He mulled all this over, then asked. "May I have a moment to ponder this before I make my choice?" Karn was subtlely fingering the yellow amulet that Veric had given to him as a way of communication.

Patholos

"Take whatever time you need my brother." As Patholos waited for Karn's response, an Agent walked into the room and whispered into Patholos's ear. Patholos nodded, then said, "You might have to make that choice a little sooner than planned. The Fighters Guild and The Mages Guild are outside the Sanctuary. They are tearing down the abandoned house to get to us. We are evacuating the Sanctuary and Moving to my Master's Vile Lair. From there we will coordinate our attacks, and stop the supply lines coming up river from Morrowind." Patholos went into his drawer, and surprisingly, he took very little out. "Our Brothers will hold them as long as possible, My brother, make your choice, their numbers are estimated to be well over fifty."

Patholos motioned his head over towards Karn, then added quickly, "What are you waiting for?"

Karn, very, very ticked off

Gritting his teeth in annoyance to the sudden shift in events, Karn pulled his hand away from the amulet sitting inside his pocket. "Alright, seems like we're in this for the long run," He added after a fractional pause. "Brother."

I can wait, Veric isn't going to blast me into Oblivion just for not checking in every catastophe....

OCC: I'll just write Veric's response myself...... and if Shogun wants, I'll edit the post.

Patholos

"Quickly, follow me!" Patholos ran down the hallway, and three paces before the door deeper into the Sanctuary to an assumed dead end, Patholos stopped. "Sanguine is the night, Sithis is the Void," He chanted. A pathway opened up underneath the doorway, and the rotten air hit Patholos full on. "Down here are the sewers of the city and we can escape that way. Our sources tell us that both Guilds are out in full force, so we are sending our Thieves that we payed off to go and "retrieve" some items for us. You and I will receive a detailed report of what they acquire..."

Karn, following

Karn just nodded, keeping up the Patholos' pace as they moved into the sewers. Rotting incubaters for disease, why is it always the sewers we have to use to escapre the "virtuous" hunters trying to persecute us?

It was a dumb question that even the most infantile child could answer, but Karn asked himself anyway. "Just ignore the fetid smell and piles of rat crap that dot the floor." He muttered to himself, though loud enough for the other assassins and Patholos to hear his remark.

OCC: actually, I know so little of Veric's real thoughts and character that I probably couldn't make a convincing responce.

PS: I'm going to update Ian and Karn's profiles.

Nearing a bend, Patholos and the others stopped. "This is three floors under the Count's Chambers. How about we go for a kill to relieve some stress?" Patholos waved the others on, and the other assassins took off down the sewer. Once they were out of earshot, Patholos said, "The real reason we took the sewers is we are meeting the King Of Worms and possibly forging an alliance. If the rest of the Brotherhood hears of this, they might come after us." Patholos nodded at Karn as if he already knew. All of the sudden, a foreboding figure appeared out of nothing. With a voice from the grave, the King of Worms spoke, "I am here, who is in charge?"

Patholos nodded to Karn, then politely bowed.

Karn, the meeting

He was momentarily surprised when Patholos indicated that he was in charge. Still he shook off the confusion and composed himself. Well this is a first, I'm talking to the king of necromancers who was supposed to be dead..... But I guess when you have servants who can raise the dead someone can just resurrect you...

Karn's crimson eyes glinted slightly in the dim light. "I am, Karn, ninja and eliminator of the Dark Brotherhood." He hadn't been called an eliminator for about six years, but the title came with great ease. "I greet you...... Mannimarco (sp.), King of Worms."

He spoke as confidently as he hoped, and he felt great relief, there had been few occassions where he'd had the chance to speak like he was some high-bred leader who knew what he was doing rather than a cold-hearted life-taker.

"The Silhouete, a supernatural creature from Akavir, has began a march of destruction across Tamrial. His kin have no intention to leave something worth ruling over, only rubble in their wake to control. Those snakes are more likely to burn, or worse eat, the dead rather than bury them."

Karn finished his monologue, "So all of us have something to lose if the Silhoute and his kin prevail over our former enemies. Our old struggles should be temporarily set aside so that there is more to gain than to lose. After all, in the wake of 'victory' the factions will be weak and new territories and influence can be snatched from their fingers."

The King Of Worms

"It is as it was once before, the country is in turmoil, yet, there is no interference from the Gods. Puzzling..." The King of Worms was quiet for a second then spoke, "And how, Eliminator, do you propose we kill a demi-god?" The King Of Worms started pacing the room, and then he said, "The rabble of assassins is no army, and my servants (he paused on the word, meaning the dead and the living) are no match for the Creatures from Akavir. This is puzzling, and without the dead, my power dwindles. We must unite. Where are your soldiers Eliminator?"

Patholos

"I believe that he is working with us, Mannimarco. He is now Head Strategist of our Guild." Patholos nodded at Karn, and telepathically sent a weak message to all near members about the promotion. "Mannimarco, would you be able to move your Necromancers to Leyawiin? Our Guild is fortifying the southern Shore, and we need to know that there is a cushion of protection from any invading source." Patholos waited and the King of Worms replied, "Yes. It shall be done tomorrow's eve."

Rann

Rann was grateful for the shield, as it caused the Golden Saint's sword to harmlessly bounce off of him, but the sheer force of the swing did serve to knock him down.

Then he decided to take Kirana's advice and stay out of the fight, but not because he had given up. Merely because he physically couldn't get back up. His breaths became slow and short, and his limbs became limp and unresponsive due to the two poisons lurking around inside his body.

Aerona

"I have a name!" she said loudly before giving Green-Root a similar protective barrier. She didn't like people reminding her that she was an abomination.

She noticed Rann's predicament and went to work dragging him away from the fight despite his quiet, raspy protests. Once she was satisfied of the safe distance, she went to work healing the young dunmer, hoping to identify the poisons and properly neutralize them. Then she could do the same for the others and herself.

Her throat was beginning to feel a bit scratchy.

Karn

"So it would seem mutually beneficial to defeat the Silhoute..... Although others don't see it that way.". Karn was indicating the Mages and Fighter Guilds that chased them out of their sanctuary.

"And yes, we can only fight from behind the scenes, not on an open battlefield.". Karn remarked.

King of Worms

The Kings of Worms nodded in approval of Karn, then vanished back into the shadows.

Patholos

"That went off better than I had planned, my Brother." Patholos said, watching the King of Worms dissappear into the shadows. "What do you think about the plan?" Patholos waited for a response, and he sat down on a fallen piece of masonry. Patholos had not slept for over three days, and he drained a Restore Fatigue potion that he brought with him. Then he pulled out another vial, smaller, and uncorked it. "Do you drink, my Brother?" The strong Flin overpowered the smell of the sewer. Patholos offered the drink to Karn.

Satyana

She was satisfied....for now. It felt good to be loved. She kissed him abd smiled...


Serene

She noticed her grandson fighting with those golden devils and sighed...Then she was aware of that something was wrong...wrong with Rann!

He will probably refuse to let me help him...I´ll have to think of something



OOC: I do hope this was not the end of Kirana ??? If so I´ll edit, just tell me to!

Serene

Just as she was going to attend to Rann she noticed Kirana fall to the ground hit by a lightning spell. Without hesitation she flung out her hand, muttering something unhearable and the recovered saint seemed to transform into a fireball...

She shrugged, the vomica cruor still frightened her with its powers... She then found herself in the delicate situation of needing to heal two persons...A quick glance revealed that Rann probably would be ok for some time so she concentrated on Kirana. Healing a person that has been hit by lightning is hard she did her best, but that might not been good enough. Kirana still breathed but very shallow. Serene decided to focus even hareder but the stressful situation made it even harder...

Looking quickly at Rann, now covered by the shield Kirana had cast on him she decided to try something she hadn´t tried for years:

"Existo remedium" she chanted pointion at him with her left arm....hoping for the best.

Then she turned to Kirana again....

Green-Root.

,,I'll make sure to remember it!" The Argonian shouted back at Aerona. The Saint he'd just hit over the head literally seemed to explode.
,,Woa! I suppose that hot chick jokes are not appreciated right now?" He hissed to himself and focussed on the last remaining Daedra.

,,Come on, you know you want to. Show me what you've got!" He taunted while using the long reach of his spear to his advantage. At the same time, he displayed an attractive gap in his defense, leaving his heart wide open. Sure there was the shield their latest ally had put on him, but he was sure it would fall from a concentrated assault. A concentrated assault was all he needed.

The Saint sprang to the attack, thrusting her golden sword at the Argonian. The shield flickered and dissipated under the attack.
,,Got you!" Green-Root covered the gap he'd made and aimed for his foe's sword, calling upon his spear's power as he did so. The two weapons collided, one Daedric, the other something similar.
,,Damn! I lost the gamble! That thing should've snapped like a twig!"

The Saint batted his spear aside with inhuman strenght and stabbed her blade deep into his side.
,,Agh!" Green-Root hissed and fell down to his knees. His spear had fallen from his hands, out of his reach.


(He already took down that Dremora single-handedly. Let's not uberize him. Umm, got any more spells, Minque?)

Karn

For once Karn didn't care to check and see if the flin was contaminated, poisoned or otherwise. The Dunmer ninja threw back his head and guzzled the vial. When he was finished he wiped his mouth with his arm and said. "Thanks, and I can't think up a better plan before the Silhouete marches over half of Cyrodiil. So I can't complain, but we're are taking a huge risk like this."

Karn shook his head, letting the empty bottle fall to the floor and shatter. "This is going to be a conflict that will decide Tamriel's future, can't you feel it, brother?" His throat still burned from drinking the flin that fast though he ignored it. The old manners from his time with the brotherhood were returning, it was getting easier for him to refer to Patholos as a brother.

Of course, all my real brothers are dead, a bunch of ashes sitting in a crater in a bloody cave in the Valus Mountains. Karn didn't get chocked up about their passing, they wouldn't if he'd died. Still, with the alcahol making its way into his system, he got a little remorseful.

All that happened was he tightened his hands into fists. "The Silhouete hasn't given me anything to perfer its cause, my brothers died for its cause." Karn spoke the last part quietly.

OCC: maybe Patholos will mistake the meaning of "brothers"

Ian, wide awake

The world came to him quickly, and he immediately recognized the sounds of fighting. "Compassion, just when we were having a good time without bloodshed." Ian grabbed his guantlets off the ground and put them on.

Dashing toward the sounds of combat, Ian spotted Green-Root on the ground bleeding, along several familiar forms. He also recognized the decievingly benevolent visage of a Golden Saint, an Aureal guardian of Sheogorath's realm.

How did.... nevermind, answers can come later. Rejuvenated by Serene's healing, Ian rushed to his allies defense. Two meters from the Aureal, he skidded, slidding into the Saint's blind spot. Ian aimed his blade for the Aureal's unprotected neck....

OCC Kirana should be fine. Fine in the regard of being healable...... I don't think that's a word.

Flogir

The cries of help finally cracked through Flogir's maddening visions. Flogir finally realised that he was standing alone in the woods, not the flaming ruins of Kvatch. In the distance, the battle between the Daedra and his friends continued. Cursing his foolishness, Flogir charged back through the woods, yelling that he was coming.

By the time he got there, the Daedra only numbered one Golden Saint, which Ian seemed to be dealing with relatively well. He only noticed that several of his allies were lying on the ground. Ashamed at the fact that he ran, Flogir immediately went to Ian's aid by hamstringing the Saint with Iceshard.


OOC: That might be my last post for awile, be sure to bring Flogir along. Seeya in a week!

Patholos

"Yes, this will be the Era where Men and Mer rise to challenge even the Gods!" The sheer magnitude of what he just said made him quiet for a while, then he spoke again. "I can see the ties of Ancestry in you, Brother, and I feel as if you are in search of something more, as am I. Let me reveal something to you that may startle you." Patholos paused, then continued, "I hate Sithis. I loathe the Essence of Evil that the Dread Father is. His morals, His Punishments (Patholos growled this word), and His Blessings. If the Dread Father created everything, why does he desire to take it away? And why does he do nothing about the horrendous doings of Mannimarco? Brother, The Five Tenants were designed around Sithis, and I propose we write a new credence! We will rise from the ashes of the Dark Brotherhood, and become a prominence that will shake the very foundations of Mundus!" With this speech, Patholos then spoke softly, "I estimate seventy percent of the Dark Brotherhood would be willing to change. The rest will be, shall I say, sacrificed to their god."

Mannimarco

The King of Worms hastened to send to word to all his marshals. He sent a note with each minion he summoned, and it was written in their own language. Here is what the note said:

"My Servants, Awaken!
We move to Bravil and Leyawiin. Fortify the surrounding area and lower the river by any means necessary, be it flooding it with bodies so ships may not pass through, or damming it off. Proceed with the Great Plan, and bring my spellbooks. This is what I so say."
the king of worms

Karn

"Well, I am relieved I don't have to scheme with a fanatic." Karn muttured dryly. "Change would be good, it is required." He agreed.

"The Dark Brotherhood will cause all to panic at its mere mention. Let the outdated religous dogma be cast aside, and let all brothers and sisters be bound in a fellowship of revolutionaries who bring about great change throughout all of Tamriel."
The ninja found himself supporting a cause that had no real foundation yet. Maybe it's the flin.... In truth, he didn't care if he agreed because of the flin he'd drank or if he actually believed in this new beginning.

Ian

He nodded in greeting and thanks to Flogir. Turning to Serene, Ian felt a wave of rapture, but he shook his head to clear his mind. He felt better than he'd felt in years, but Ian reminded himself to focus. Bringing his attention to the woman Serene was healing, Ian reeled, taking a half-step back.

He instantly recognized Kirana, his friend and ally on many occassions, and like always he was surprised to find her being in the same place he was. Ian watched as Serene worked with Kirana....

Issac

Taking a moment to explain the part of the situation that he didn't think Satyana understood yet (which wasn't much). Issac told her, "Kirana was my, well....." He searched for the right way to tell 'Tyana.

"As Ian has been my father, Kirana is, for all intents and purposes, my mother. She taught me what I know about magic, and quite a few other things." He paused for awhile. "Neither Ian or I have seen her for the last few years."

"Just don't take anything personally, Satyana. Kirana cares a lot.... too much sometimes; she's normally a loner. Is she comes across as harsh or uncaring she's having some trouble balancing everyone's well being and her normal independance." Issac returned Satyana's smile and gazed at her fondly.

He caressed her face and asked, "Are you hungry? Most of the food is packed up, but I'm sure we could find something."

Patholos

"Yes my Brother, that is what drives our being, our essence as creatures of Mundus! Shirk the Old Ways, we must react!" Patholos quieted again, then he shook his head. "All this talk," Patholos laughed. Just then an Agent from the Dark Brotherhood came running down the sewer towards the two. "The Fighter's Guild has dis-" The Agent yelled before an arrowhead buried itself deep into the neck of the Agent. The Agent fell over face first into a congealing pool of his own blood. Two Nords, an Orc, and a Bosmer Archer noticed the two conversing. The Bosmer readied another arrow and let loose. It clanged harmlessly against the masonry around them, but the other three were charging. Patholos said, "Let's see how you are in battle, Brother!"

King of Worms

Mannimarco set up his headquarters in a cave not too far south of Bravil. His agents sent in information and his Necromancers began the arduous task of making Black Soul Gems. He had too few for an open assualt of any kind, and the Dark Brotherhood had only sent three agents to his headquarters. Mannimarco pondered his tactical view of the empire. Silhouette was a very smart person, obviously not a commoner or native of Cyrodil. The tactics used were similar to the ones displayed during the Daggerfall Incident. Mannimarco opened up his mind in meditation....but he could not remember because of his recent death.

Karn

He gave a rare smile, "With pleasure, my brother." Reaching into his right sleeve like he'd done when confronting the group, Karn retrieved a second whip-blade. The long cord arced over his head and lashed out at the nearest nord.

It spun several times around the Nord's neck before the blade became imbedded in the man's collarbone. Unlike its twin, this weapon was enchanted as opposed to poisoned. Its edge burned through the nord's skin like a hot knife through scrib jelly.

As the hulking warrior collapsed, the cord effortlessly unwound itself from the dying man's neck. Karn gestured and a dozen shurikan and kunai darted through the air to strike the Bosmer archer through his leather armor.

Patholos

"Leaving two for me!" Patholos ran in a zigzag motion as the Orc in his Beserker Fury came barreling towards him. Patholos would collide if he did not move. At the last possible instant, Patholos sidestepped, slashing in an incredibly fast motion down the Orc's back. Patholos turned to face the back of the Orc as the other Nord moved to stab. The Orc was so finely cut that he kept moving until the top half of his torso slid off from the other half.
The Nord, enraged by the death of one of his friends, stabbed with a fury few have seen. Patholos deflected the best he could, then, seeing an opening in the Nord's attacks, slit his arms up to the elbow. The Nord fell to his knees and dropped his weapon. Patholos put a tourniquet on the shoulders on the Nord and tied his hands and bound his mouth. Waiting for Karn to finish the Bosmer, Patholos knocked the Nord unconscious.

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!"


(Yes, I kinda forgot the whole chronological order. Sorry. At least it makes for good roleplaying.)

Green-Root

Green-Root was on the ground, in a rapidly growing pool of his own blood. The edge of his vision darkened and everything else was a blur. His thoughts were sluggish and incoherent.
,,Where did the sun go? I'm hung......" He passed out.


(Not dead yet but he might. If he gets healed, he'll survive but with a massive scar in his side and permanently damaged muscles. If he doesn't get healed, he'll die. I don't want plot-based immortality on my characters.)

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.

King of Worms

Mannimarco paced around his newly established headquarters. His information trickled in, and nothing was related to the other. One piece talked about the Akaviri food-necessity, but Mannimarco could have asked anyone about that information. The other letter on his desk was hastily scrawled. He picked it up to read and wasn't surprised from what he read. The Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary was now in ruins, thanks the the "Virtuous Mages and Fighters from their respective Guilds" or so the paper went. There were many casualties, but his spies said that the Dark Brotherhood took their dead with them. Mannimarco was impressed. With the dead Mages and Fighters that his "servants" had gathered, he became aware of the information stored away in the cadaverous brain. Manninmarco sifted magically through each of the corpses brains, looking for a leak of information or hearsay. The servants in the headquarters watched as Mannimarco moved from corpse to corpse, searching and checking. Mannimarco, is his fury of fruitless searching, reanimated the bodies. Faint murmurs of consciousness began to emit from the corpses as they regained their senses. Manninmarco said, "Do you know who you are?" The corpses make affirmative noises, because some of the bodies had facial wounds. "Good," Mannimarco said, then he lit the bodies on fire, and yelled, "Suffer eternally!" Mannimarco motioned for his staff, and then turned the bodies into raw energy. The staff lit up as it absorbed the bodies life force. After the deed was done, Mannimarco organized his headquarters and sent spies out to Cloud Ruler Temple to ransack equipment.

Karn

The Bosmer man thrashed abouton the ground, blood occassionally gushing from theplaces where Karn's throwing weapons had struck him. Karn lifted the wood elf by his collar in much the same way he'd done to Patholos only minutes ago.

"Let your death be a message to all." He muttured before slitting the Bosmer's throat. Striding to the far wall, Karn slashed through the mer's cuirass. He carved one word one the wood elf's chest. "Brotherhood"

As an afterthought, Karn carved "dark" on as well, before crossing it out. Leaving the mer lying against the stone walls of the sewers, Karn turned to Patholos. "Let this new beginning start now, my brother. We must be on our way."