Issac

A hand hidden in his sleeve clenched and relaxed for several heartbeats. "Yes, I know we can't kill someone who is immortal." Issac said through clenched teeth, Rann's constant stubborness was beginning to drastically wear on his nerves.

"But I never said she had to walk up to Mannimarco and slap him in the face." He struggled to keep his anger and..... resentment, in check. "No doubt Mannimarco has Kirana a short distance from wherever he's planning to fight us," Issac purposely insinuated that Mannimarco was planning to fight them. "So maybe Satyana and Soldin can help without having to get in harm's way."

His whisper gradually changed to an agitated hiss of restrained fury.

Rann

Rann spat on the ground at Issac's feet. Issac may have been annoyed at his stubbornness, but he was doubly annoyed at Issac's blindness.

"We could've escaped with two deaths. You insist on making it four, don't you?"

Green-Root.

Green-Root noticed the subtle glances going back and forth as well and changed his opinion. No longer was Altair one of the manipulated, he had now joined the ranks of manipulators in the Argonian's mind.
,,Oh yeah, girl. We go way back. Old friends, like to mess around and stuff." He joked, happy for once that it was impossible to read on his face if he was being sarcastic or serious. When no one but Voltar was watching, he said something else, without sound. If the man was lucky, he knew how to read lips, even Argonian ones.
,,I'm keeping an eye on you, and on your friend."


Flint Ironwood.

Commander Astratus simply plodded along and was about to vanish into the woods when Ian ran up and began his anti-alcohol treatment.
,,Ouch, that's got to hurt. Ah well, I'm out of here for now. Maybe I can find the group and tell them where to find this pathetic excuse of an army."

He leaped up into the air, landing near Ian and Astratus.
,,Yo, Ian. Be gentle with this guy. It's better to shape him up than to knock him out cold." He warned even though he knew it wasn't necessary. It was more directed to Astratus, to show that the Breton had full confidence in Ian. He then performed a full-length jump.

The first thing he saw was that unmistakable gleam of gold, like a giant snake slithering around.
,,The Snake army. They're closer than I thought."



(If anyone wants to deal with flying Bretons, feel free to make him land near you. )

Issac

He didn't reply, the obvious was in his face again, reasoning with Rann when the young mer was set was nigh impossible. Issac gave only a look that said 'I hope you're right, Rann'

Mannimarco

A slow movement in his vision brought to focus a Dunmer. Mannimarco drove his fist in the ground and tried like he had many times to before to absorb the natural life in the dirt. He stopped when the leash around his life force tightened. He laughed pitifully to himself. He would only get better if the girl let him get better. Struggling to support himself, he stood up. He was about to answer Karn when a psycic (sp.) wave of energy hit him like a flood. He gasped and swayed, coming to rest leaning on the boulder Kirana was on. "My servants have failed, and your assassins have been driven off." Mannimaro paused, then continued. "The ships were rigged with explosives, and all my force was eliminated. I don't know your casualties, but I'm sure there are many..." Mannimarco trailed off, for he felt a small part of Kirana off in the distance. What approaches girl, is this an offspring? Mannimarco said through the leash.

Patholos

Arriving near the Topal Bay, Patholos nearly retched. Hundreds of bodies lay littered across the beach and floating in the water. As soon as he took his second breath, a hand went over his mouth and he smelled the sweet smell of a toxin. So this is how I die, he thought. Before he lost consciousness, he saw a familiar face. Narza'Tai? Then Patholos came to a horrid realization. "They think I did this?"

Commander Astratus

Seeing a real vampire scared the man more than anyone could imagine. It had been a fear since childhood that the vampires came to steal your blood away. Commander Astratus reached into his coat and withdrew three things: a symbol of Arkay he wore around his neck, a small flask of flin, and his hand-held cross bow in his shoulder strap. The crossbow looked ridiculous, and it folded and bent in weird ways to accomodate close quarters. Astratus loaded a bolt and fired it into Ian's leg, then turned to run. He tripped on a rock and his flin flask exploded. He tried in vain to lick up the remnants of the flask off of the ground. He turned to Ian and said, rather muttered, "Please, please, kill me quick, don't turn me into a beast like you......"

Ian

The bolt slapped against his leg and something cracked, but Ian's leg was intact. The agent looked sourly where the crossbow bolt had cracked the chitin plate. I just put that piece in... Despite the annoyance, Ian did not kill the mer.

Instead, he lifted the drunk by the collar and said. "I'm not here to kill turn you. I've already fed so there won't be any blood drunk tonight." The vampire noticed the symbol of the Devine hanging from the commander's neck. He snorted, where do people get the beliefs that charms can ward off danger?

"And consider the predudice mutual, drunk. All I have seen of you has proven that you are not fit to bear the faith of all these mer. If there is another individuel here who is more deserving of commanding this army then give them your rank." Ian was all for gutting the commander now, but he restrained himself.

The agent released the mer to drop to the ground. "I can imagine that there might be someone with experience who doesn't drink." With that, Ian departed.

Karn

The moment the words left Mannimarco's mouth, intense fury erupted in Karn. They weren't ready, I pushed them too quickly into action! He was torn between the urge to remain here and the urgent need to return to the Narza'Tai.

Shaking off the confusion, Karn methodically summoned one of his carbon copies. The Dunmer sent it on its way back to the 'Tai. Now Karn could be in two places at once. "So, you wretched cur, what now? This haste has jeopardized the beginning of our campeign."

Kirana

She listened to the altercation, but was distracted by the voice she heard in her head. "Close enough," Kirana replied casually. No one, not Ian or Issac, knew anthing about the two nobles who gave birth to Issac aside from the obvious, but she herself knew more. It was one of the few things she'd kept from either of them.

Kirana was now aware of the link between herself and Mannimarco, such awareness caused her to smile slightly. "Kirana will work fine, Worm King. You should have been more cautious, especially after your first demise."

Voltar

Voltar caught Green-Root's mouthed words and within he seethed. Outside though, he was still composed. The fool thought he could control him. If he thought that, he vastly underestimated Voltar's capabilities.

Watch me all you want, Argonian. If that's all you'll do I'll let you live, he thought as he continued the march.

"I guess I could be of assistance in making fires, Flogir. I do have knowledge of destructive spells," he offered to the former soldier.

Sadril

Sadril sat in the Inn in silence for a short while before stepping outside to find his two travel buddies.

"Let's go. The sun's setting and Soluthis is not that far. We can make it by night fall," he informed them plainly as he began walking north along the road. He hoped they would follow quickly; he'd left without paying.

Mannimarco

Whispers in his mind caused him to think a moment, then he responded through the link. Love is a strange thing, woman, and it is deeply saturated in magicka, alas, for I have never be able to harness it. Mannimarco turned to Karn, who looked about ready to kill him. "Do you know that there is no possible way for an undead creature to communicate with snake people? Let's look at the logic, my servants can't communicate, yet you blame me for this obvious set up? You anger too quickly friend, and for that matter, you are too open for a Dark Brotherhood member." Mannimarco paused to let his phrase sink in, then he allowed himself a small pride in calling Karn's bluff. "Tell me, ally, what were all of your men doing before the ships were discovered by my servants?"

Patholos

"I tell you HE LIES!" Patholos screamed between beatings. Heavy cudgels smashed down on his fragile frame, and due to the beating the snakemen gave him only hours before, Patholos was borderline unconscious. The Narza'Tai who were "interrogating" him were completely new, he had never seen them before. Patholos tried to take deep breaths, but all he accomplished came out ragged and pained. "That bastarde necromancer, he told you I did it, didn't he....didn't he?" Patholos trailed off waiting for the next blow. Instead, a Dunmer leaned down in his face and said, "Sithis is very displeased with you, Patholos, and because of his displeasure, he has decided to give you a gift." Patholos' face froze in silent horror as the Dunmer cast a spell only a evil person could cast. Madness enveloped Patholos once more, and his eye sockets ran with blood. An inhuman scream tore through the wooded area, and Patholos took off, running wild and going anywhere.

Commander Astratus

After the vampire shook up Astratus, he immediately got up. Maybe it was the strong drink, but he yelled back at the vampire, "HOLD! Hold in the name of AKATOSH!" Commander Astratus had nearly roused the whole camp by now, be he still went on. "Where were you, vampire, when thousands of Ash Zombies stormed Ald Ruhn? Where were you, vampire, when my two sons went mad and attacked me? Where were you, vampire, when the Nerevarine defeated Dagoth Ur? Vampire, WHERE WERE YOU WHEN MY MEN AND I HAD TO KILL AN ENTIRE VILLAGE, MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN AND THE LIKE, BECAUSE OF A DISEASE WE COULDN'T CURE! MY MEN DESERVE PEACE! BUT PLAGUES LIKE YOU DRIVE US TO THE GATES OF OBLIVION IN HOPES THAT ONE DAY LIGHT WILL SHINE AGAIN IN THE WORLD!" Commander Astratus was escorted away by his other lieutenants and the rest of the camp fell silent. Old memories of the Blight and Corprus sprouted and veterans shuddered and ensigns weeped. There was to be no mead hall for the rest of the campaign. The men now were on a mission to cleanse Tamriel, then they would return to their families.

OOC: Ahh... Little heavy on Astratus, but, thats why he is such a good commander, because through thick and thin, he is there for his soldiers....and Patholos is nuts again, Mannimarco is jealous of Kirana becuase of love.... whew

Ian

Although some distance away, Ian heard the commander's tirade. "You want to know where I was?" he whispered emotionessly. "I was......" Ian flinched and his eyes glowed faintly. "I was tearing at the very fabric of your being."

A spark of madness appeared deep in the vampire's eyes as memories of a past life came back..... no, a life of another person gripped by vampirism.

Kirana

"If love is such a mystery then you would want to solve it; find out what it feels like." She replied.

Karn

He crossed his arms over his chest, "Ex-Dark Brotherhood, King. And the Narza'Tai are not going to be just a revival of the brotherhood."

"And you view your servants as expendable, you can just reincarnate them, but that is not an option to my followers." Karn glared. "The Narza'Tai assassins I gave you were training together before you asked for them. These are men and mer of flesh and blood, Mannimarco, not pawns which can be sent in as fodder."

Mannimarco

A curious message back from Kirana yet all he felt was cold. He turned to Karn, and said, "Why do you think my servants are expendable? When I died, I caught a glimpse of the planes of Oblivion. There they wait for me, because I forestall them souls. Do you understand that, Dunmer?" That had been a closely held secret for a long time, almost as long as he had been alive the first time. "I can enjoy thousands of years of pain because of my endeavors, and yet you call me a louse by not valuing service." Mannimarco had never been one for communication, but he felt that Karn needed to know. Sent the memory of the river and of the planes of Oblivion through the leash, and he wished one being on Mundus would begin to understand him.

Patholos

Whispers......ghosts.....pale glass......NO!......Mother, mother stop bleeding, no, Mother STOP!.......red splotched cuirass,....gnarled hands on Mother's face......Against the wall.....please stop bleeding,.....hot white energy.......Pain,.....new face.....

Kirana

As the images Mannimarco sent reached her, Kirana adopted a grave look.

'This new riegn of yours won't last; just like the last time, someone will lead a crusade against the necromancers and people will die.'. The Sage advised.

'It would be wise to take a less aggressive stance, now. Do not gain the attention of the Mages Guild.'

Karn

He pondered this, "I meant that your dead could be raised again, but to reanimate one of our own is an affront to the individuel in question."

"Perhaps I misjudged you.". Then he recalled that his assassins had reported another person meeting with 'Marco. "So we is the other who was here some time ago?"

Mannimarco

Kirana's disaproving message pushed Mannimarco away from communication, but he did send one message back, "If you could change one thing that you regret every day, would you change it?" Mannimarco remembered when he first accepted the power. "So, Narza'Tai, where is the eyeless one, he was supposed to have come seen me when he had the plans in order?" He felt that strange sensation that Kirana felt as the group hunting here drew closer. Mannimarco sent confusion through the leash, and turned his gaze towards the horizon. "For some reason," he said, "I'm more powerful at night....."

Patholos

Agony......., memories,........eyes,......my eyes,.......must regain memories.......struggle,..... "Hu- Hu- Hu- Help me!!!!" Not working......mind is too scattered.....mother, please!

Kirana

"If I came a cross as condesending, I apologize." She answeered. "No I wouldn't change my failures, one's experience is what makes them into who they are. It would be nice to never make mistakes, but then you would still be flawed."

Karn

Karn did not respond to the question of Patholos' whereabouts. At least, not outwardly. He closed his eyes as if in deep thought, but he was remotely controlling his copy. The look-alike picked its way through the forest/swamps and toward the Topal Bay.

Issac

After a long period of silence, Issac asked, not at all in a level tone. "So what is your plan? Suicide?" His anger was more than apparent; Issac rarely became furious enough to show actual hostility towards someone he knew.

"Let's hear it, I would like to know how to die rather than ruin a brilliant plan with improvisation."

OCC: Yes, Rann really has gotten under Issac's skin. One can only take so much resentment before one comes to loath the object of said resentment.

[Rahvin

We didn't even get to clean up. he thought to himself before following Sadril alongside Brianna.

Aerona

Something was occuring between Green-Root and this Voltar, but she couldn't figure out what it was, and, timid as she was, she wasn't about to bring attention to it by asking either of them.

Jonathan

A figure stood silently drinking from dirty looking bottle, arm in a home made sling. He was shaggy, smelly, and his personality reflected his appearance. What the man overlooked was the remnant of the Imperial City, or rather the outskirts. It was around this area that the "mission" started getting crazy many moons ago.

"Or was it? Damn days are getting mixed up." He paused to shift his broken arm slightly, then to take another large gulp of.. something, a strong strong drink to be certain. Acquiring the alcohol had come at a small cost, if one would call a broken arm, and a dead man "small".

"Bleh, honoured user had it coming for him anyhow." Jonathan laid his head down on his makeshift pillow, fluffing it slightly, and cursing not so slightly when he cracked his head on a hidden rock. Sleep came, and it overtook him casting him off into past experiences, which would be commonly labeled dreams. Dreams seemed to be consistently reminding him of his abandonment of the group.

Patholos

I....am.....not....a servant......anymore.....release me....., release me false god........release me so I may make my way in this world!

Struggling to stay upright, Patholos saw a weird portrayal of Karn running towards the Topal Bay. Madness took him and he lost control of himself, but then slowly regained it again. This has to stop now, he told himself. He tried to approach Karn, but he couldn't compel his feet to move. He shouted "Sensei" and then he noticed something strange in his vision. He saw Karn as if he were made of smoky glass, part of Karn's essence was there, but there was no withering away that graced Patholos' own vision.

Mannimarco

Kirana's sudden change in attitude frightened Mannimarco, this woman was smart well beyond her years. He had never met a female like her. Mannimarco sent a small message back through the leash, "So, Ice Queen knows how to manipulate people as well..."

Kirana

"I wouldn't be good at my work if I couldn't." She said back smoothly. "Perhaps, my king would play along as if he did not know that I have no sympathies to him or his own kind...."

Kirana paused, then continued. "Experience could, however, prove my views on you are false. We're in the same ditch, and we will likely remain so for a long time. I see no reason not to give an alliance a chance."

Rann

"When you followed my sister here like a little puppy, you should've bet on dying. We're going to lose this fight; we can only hope we can save your mother before we do. Satyana and Soldin aren't going to clench the deal for us, so we might as well leave them out so they can live. So get your head out of your a** and listen to me."

Karn

Patholos' shout caused the clone to pause and turn toward him. The clone approached Patholos cautiously, at the beck and call of its' master. "Patholos," Karn's voice said through the copy's mouth. "Are you alright? What happened to the assassins sent to the Topal Bay? Did any survive?"

Veric

"Indeed," Altair said as he strode up to the two. "There are a lot of trees around here. A lot of enemies too. Imagine all the confusion all that smoke would cause," he faded in a semi-sarcastic voice. As he did he spun on his heels with a hand on his chin, as if examining the forest; sizing up its burnability.

Issac

In spite of having a thousand things he would have had a lot of enjoyment saying, Issac refused to reply. And gave a curt nod that said 'so let's get on with it.' I do not believe there is anyone in existance that can put Rann in his place.... So why is it that I always end up being to one to try?

Mannimarco

For the first time is his second life, Mannimarco felt regret. He studied the figure on top of the boulder, looking quizzically at her for a few seconds. He lowered her gently to the ground and said three simple words, his mouth having a hard time formulating them. "I am sorry." He waited for Karn's response, then he sent through the leash, "I will study my previous life in depth and see if there is a way to reverse this mistake, obviously you are not the fool I took you for." And to punctuate his message, he bowed low, nose to knee. He sent a small message through the leash, "What will your friends think of this when they arrive. I will have to fight them, no matter what, but I feel as if I have enough servants for the moment." Mannimarco smiled his black smile, then started to create another black hole of magic, but this time, he tuned the pulse to the same pulse tattooed on the people he met.

Patholos

"Sensei? oh, Sensei, help me, cure me, I am becoming undone, please!" Patholos pleaded at the copy's feet. After a few sobs, he straightened up, and tried to focus, but the madness kept creeping into his mind like blood in water. "Wimpering is not the Narza'Tai way, Sensei, I will try my best to suppress my condition. The bay was---Argh!" Patholos cried out, and he started to bleed from his eye sockets. Patholos drew his knife and stabbed wildly at the copy, but a Kagouti with one leg could have dodged his attacks. Patholos fell over, and smashed his face into the dirt. He looked up at the copy and whispered, "He's...still.....after....me.....and I can't escape...."

Commander Astratus

The Commander awoke after a brief nap with a headache the size of the Red Mountain. He withdrew a small Dwemer locket, which was illegal for him to have in the first place, and turned certain knobs on the surface. Accidentally messing up, the Commander dropped the locket and right when it hit the ground, a small needle projected from the locket. The Commander reset the locket and opened it successfully. After a few seconds, he called in his lieutenant. "Lieutenant, make ready the soldiers, we march in an hour."

OOC: Commander is pushing his troops, the troops would like to see other heroes encourage them, because the general will march on foot like the rest of them.

Kirana

She nodded, accepting Mannimarco's apology and his situation. "Yes, they will be less than understanding, I'm afraid."

She gave a reassuring smile of encouragement. "We must play along as enemies for now, but circumstances can be changed, my king. But let's not dwell, my companions grow closer, and everything must be in proper order."

Karn

He pitied his brother, and despite the generally incoherant cries understood Patholos. Raising his clenched fist, the copy knocked Patholos out and Karn ordered it to return with the unconscious mer.

As it made its way back, Karn opened his eyes and returned to his own body. He was surprised to find Mannimarco with an Altmer woman in crimson robes. Being completely unaware of what had gone on during his "absense of mind" Karn was puzzled, but he did not raise any questions.

He sat down on a nearby rock, waiting...

Rann

"Fine then," he said, believing that Issac had no viable argument, "If either of them is the slightest bit hurt, I'll blame you."



Aerona

Aerona hated the idea of burning the forest, but realized that these were extreme circumstances, and this army had to be stopped before they destroyed anyone else's life like they did hers.

"I can help a little," she said quietly.

Green-Root

,,Not to spoil the fun or anything, but do mind that there is the possibility that the fire spreads out of control. We're in the same forest as the snakes." Green-Root interjected, still keeping his eyes trained on Voltar and Veric.
,,And please for everything that is holy to you, keep your voices down."



Flint Ironwood

Flint was high up in the air and took the time he had before landing to think.
,,Ian should have been harassing that army all over the place. It doesn't look like he did. Now how am I going to find the rest of the group. Detect life? Yeah, and land right next to a snake scouting party. No. Hmm, maybe I'll follow up with Ian's part of the initial plan. Harrassing. If they are paying attention, I should be back with the main group in no time."

Flint checked his pack for the restore magicka potions he'd recently aquired. There were three in total.
,,Two for the battle, one spare for getting away."

He landed, summoned his bow and launched himself up again in a parabolic path that would take him right over the army. Once he figured he was right above them, he began firing arrows straight down. With an army as dense as this one, it was impossible to miss. And daedric arrows, accelerated by both bow and gravity, had to hurt.
,,Ian might have handled melee just fine, with his reflexes and all, I need to keep my distance."

Voltar

Voltar snickered. "Obviously you're not all that familiar with magic, Argonian. An able magick user should be able to control the fire he or she creates," he said in a manner-of-fact tone.

"Plus, even if the fire gets out of control, I know a resist fire spell that will certainly last long enough for everyone to get out of the flames safely."

Though I could always forget to cast one on you, Argonian. It'd be nice to eliminate a risk due to an "accident".



Flogir

"About time someone answered me!" Flogir muttered, making sure he wasn't too loud to draw the army's attention. "Well I guess it's up to you magic users to figure out how to get this forest fire started. And try not to let it reach us, I like my hair the way it is right now."

Finally, they were about to do something that would help their cause. Hopefully.

Veric

"Well," Altair surveyed his surroundings, "Any idea where the enemy is or where they are headed? Do we have any scouts about?"

Flogir

Flogir shook his head. "We don't have scouts out. I'm not sure if any of us here are truly capable of actually doing it. Plus, it's safer staying in a group for the most part," he said, answering the latter question first.

"But, I've been observing the general direction they seem to be moving. To me, it seems like they're marching a straight line to the Imperial City. At the rate they're going, they'll reach the capital in 4 or 5 days, 3 at the earliest. There are lots of woods in this area, so I'm sure they'll be one worth burning down to slow em up and cause some chaos."

OCC: I did not get Tenek's consent in making this post, but he didn't tell me not to make it. Tenek turns out to be an environmentalist (I guess Bosmers are all tree-huggers) Also, from what Tenek has told me, the Bosmer has been in jail until recently (until he broke out with a bunch of other convicts).
Just moved Kirana and 'Marco's position along, POS.

Tenek

Hearing what the group was doing, Tenek panicked. They can't just go burning places to the ground; What will happen to all the animals that live here!? Moving faster than most people could, the Bosmer appeared in the groups midst.

"There is no way I'm going to let you burn this forest; you'll be doing as much destruction as that big army you're all chasing!" He yelled. Tenek unsheathed his ebony daggers, "Anyone, who tries to singe so much as a blade of grass gets a nice little hole in his...... or her, chest. Savvy!?

The Bosmer spun, keeping an eye on every single individuel, no mean feat. "This be the line in the sand, you bloody cutthroats!" Wait, I'm a pirate....... That's not the point, the forest can't defend itself and I'll be rotting in a prison before I let a bunch of ne'er-do-wells burn this pretty place to ashes.

Kirana

Now back on the boulder, she flinched as pain, not physical but emotional distress, hit her. Kirana knew part of it was from Mannimarco, but the rest was from a few familiar individuals: Issac, Rann, and Soldin. There was another, but Satyana was much less afflicting, a fountain of determination and protectiveness.

"They approach, give them another twenty minutes." Kirana said through the link with Mannimarco.

Ian

Everything was a haze, Ian's mind gradually cleared and he blinked several times before being able to accept his surroundings. No longer was he in the camp of the Dunmer army; now he was in a cavern, among undead.

Zombies and skeletons marched and limped past without registering his presense. Shafts of light came from above, so they had to have seen him, but none reacted with hostility. Ian wandered through the tunnels until he noticed an oppressive grasp on his mind.

As soon as he stopped to clear his mind the presence vanished, slithering out of his awareness. The vampire blinked, then shook his head and moved on, if not more wary than before.

Rann

When Issac didn't reply, Rann figured his point was made. He quickened his pace for a few steps to catch up to the others.

They'd been walking for at least half a day now; he could feel Kirana's presence getting closer.

"Not too much farther now," he said, in a tone that told Issac that he had one last chance to change his mind.

Issac

Unsheathing his katanas just far enough to make them accessible, Issac replied. "So the blame shall be all mine."

His tone was frosted over, Issac would do what was needed, to free Kirana and protect Soldin and Satyana.


Karn

In the distance he heard the sound of footfalls on gravel. Opening his crimson eyes, Karn turned to gaze in the direction of the intruders.

However, they were not in view quite yet.

Green-Root.

Green-Root glared openly at Voltar.
,,An able Magicka-user would not dismiss any threat so soon." He countered.
,,It is better to avoid trouble than to add in a protective spell as an afterthought."

He couldn't argue any further because the Bosmer of earlier jumped into their midst and brandished a pair of Ebony daggers.
,,Sweet stuff, expensive even. Where did you get those?" The Argonian snickered, ignoring the threats.

,,Whatever his reasons are, he does have a point. For a couple of 'help-Tamriel-for-the-greater-good-of-all', they were rather fast to suggest a scorched earth tactic."
,,Say, what was the help you could provide?" He asked Aerona, eager to get his mind off the problem Voltar posed. His mind was occupied with something else though.
,,Just who is this Altair? He feels familiar somehow. Agh, as if it is possible to call one goldskin from the next."

He looked up and glanced around.
,,Did I just hear someone scream?" He wondered out loud and then mentally slapped himself.
,,Great. If you just imagined something, you've just ruined your credibility."


Flint Ironwood.

Flint landed against the side of a cliff and pushed off horizontally, once again swooping over the army, too high for arrows and too fast for spells to catch him. Again he fired off as many arrows as he could, intimately aware that with each arrow fired, his Magicka reserves diminished.
,,I would love to be able to count how many snakes I'm taking out. But I can't stop and check. At best, one arrow for each snake which equals seven up till now. I hope they scream, just to catch the attention of my friends, wherever they are hiding."

Voltar

Voltar grimanced as a Wood Elf suddenly appeared and started rambling about the effects of burning down a forest.

"Do you honestly think you can stop all of us, Bosmer? You are vastly outnumbered and outweaponed even with those daggers. I would be wary of what you say before you say it," Voltar said in an annoyed fashion. Any other case, he would simply blast the pest away but he needed to keep up the illusion that he was only a capable magick user. Not one who could rupture planes of existance. Perhaps a comprimise could be made.

"If it bothers you too much, we could take out a dam and flood them. It's a bit more hazardous to us if we're not careful, but we won't hurt the Bosmer's precious trees nearly as much that way."

Green-Root.

,,Except for the trees we use to build the dam." Green-Root added. He actually hoped that the Altmer would get into a fight with the Bosmer and hopefully lose. It would be one way to get rid of him.

He then walked away from the group.
,,While you all argue about a plan, I'm going to check up on that army. Something's up, I'm sure of it." He spoke over his shoulder.
,,With an army like that, something's always up."

Green-Root.

Something was up. Chaos reigned on the left flank. As he watched, he saw one snake drop to the floor, impaled by the black shaft of an arrow.
,,Ouch. Arrows from above?" Green-Root argued with himself whether it was best to look up or to get away before an arrow flew of-course. He looked up and saw a tiny black speck shooting across the sky, aparently dropping the arrows.
,,Not just dropping, they're falling way to fast for that. It is actually shooting them. Hmm, better get back."


He ran back to the group without worrying about the noise he might make. Right now, not even a herd of Kagouti would be noticed by the army.
,,Hey, you won't believe this! Something is distracting the army. Arrows being fired from the sky and all. So if you want to make an obstacle, this is the best chance you'll get." He urged. He saw that Tenek was still threatening everyone, preventing any real progress to be made.

The Argonian levelled his spear, a bit awkward due to his stiff side.
,,I really don't want to hurt you, but we are in a hurry."



(Crap, running back and forth, it's like Green-Root has been moving at matrix-style superspeed. )

Flogir

"Something shooting down from the sky? That sounds like Flint to me! Haha, that old bugger is going get himself killed if he keeps doing stuff like this," he said increduously.

"But yea, we gotta take advantage of this. If I remember correctly, there's a dammed river up ahead that they're going to have to cross. If they cross south of the river, we can bust down the dam and hit em with a flood. It would probably slow them down quite well."

Tenek

Up until the Nord actually attributed somethign solid to the proposal of breaking a dam, Tenek was suspicious. However, once the suggestion was made, he sheathed his blades. Instead of remaining, the Bosmer grabbed a pouch of what he suspected (and hoped) was gold from the Argonian and then departed before anyone could stop him.

Tenek kept his eye on the group from a safe distance, taking a moment to pocket the loot. If they pull through, I'll just meet them at that dam. If not, then I'll just break it myself and drown out the flames...

Green-Root

Green-Root waved his fist at the departing Bosmer.
,,Dammit! My lunch! I put my soul into cooking that rat and now he stole it!" He hissed. He leaned on his spear and relaxed a little afterwards though.
,,Heh, probably thought it was money."

Something Flogir had said caught his attention.
,,Flint? Is that the Breton? Well, he did seem like a bit of a highflyer. Whatever, lead on. We're going to the dam. Forest fires can be our backup-plan."


Flint Ironwood.

Flint landed for the fourth time and scooped a potion from his pack.
,,Ok, two more jumps and I retreat. Thirty arrowshots so far. Here we go again."
He leaped into the air once more.

Rann

And you know I'll never forgive you if anything happens to them. he thought to himself. Issac's idea of protection was defending them during the battle. His own was to have them avoid the battle altogether.

He thought his own thinking contained more sense.

Cerpin Taxt

Ian...do you know what that was you saw? a small 'voice' echoed in Ian's head. His disembodied soul had been sharing the vampire's body for sometime, and decided to make himself known. He hadn't gained enough foothold in the body yet to be able to read Ian's thoughts, though he saw and heard the same things Ian did.

Ian

He paused mid-stride, the voice echoed through every recess of his mind. It was chilling sensation to "hear" someone speaking internally. "Who-what in Oblivion- are you?"

Cerpin

It's no matter who, or even what, I am. he replied curtly, But I ask you, do you know what it is you saw?

Ian

He sat down on the rocky floor, closing his eyes and concentrating. "They were memories.... but they weren't mine. I didn't do those things..... It was so long ago, thousands of years. All the blood spilt could fill bathing pools for every person in any one province."

Ian lapsed off at that point, hundreds of lives had been ruined with undeath, thousands of normal mortals had been slaughtered or defiled. The memories burned like a brand on his head.

Cerpin

Were they memories of other vampires? he asked. There was a short pause. ...Or were they mine?

Ian

He didn't reply, though he knew that it was not his, but a memory from someone of Imperial descent. Someone who had preceded him. "I don't know," Ian lied. The emotions that accompanied the memories didn't agree with his insides and the vampire fought off a wave of nausia.

Flogir

It didn't take the party very long to reach the dam. Behind them, the army of the Silhouette were slowly approaching. Flogir stood beside the slow, trickling river and judged the movements of the army. A broad smile crossed his face.

"I'm pretty sure they're going to cross the river about a mile down from here. If we get lucky, they won't even see us destroy the dam while they attempt to cross," he said cheerfully.

"All we gotta do now is not draw their attention and keep a close eye on them to figure out the perfect time to blow this thing."



Amrita, Inn in Soluthus

What a dive... I don't think the drink is going to be much better, but surprizes can happen, the assassin thought as she pulled up a seat at the bar counter. A grimey bartender approached her.

"What can I get yee, lass?" he asked, drywashing his hands.

"A filn."

The bartender grimanced. "I'm sorry, lass, but we don't have anything nice like filn or brandy."

"Then what is the best thing ya got?" Amrita asked, her reddened eyes flashed and the bartender visibly winced.

"We have Nordic Mead and Sujamma, lass," he replied meekly.

Amrita gritted her teeth. Neither choices were that great. "Give me a mead then," she replied in an exasperated tone.

"Right away!" the bartender said, happy to get away from the unnerving Altmer.


As Amrita was drinking her drink, a drunken lout brushed past her and obviously tried to accidentally touch something unappropriate. A dark smirk crossed Amrita's lips and she turned around in her seat. The drunk looked back, a sheepish look on his face. She pointed a dainty finger at him.

"I know what you just did there, and I'm sure most girls would just let that go," she said as she began to approach the drunk. Suddenly, Amrita launched her arm out, smashing it into the drunk's throat, crushing his windpipe. The drunk crumpled to his knees, a sickly wheezing voice struggled out of his mouth. Amrita knelt down behind him and placed her mouth very close to his ear.

"But I'm not most girls," she whispered. She pecked his cheek with a kiss before the last breath of air escaped the drunk's lungs and he crumpled to the floor.

As she went back to her seat, those around her decided to give her a lot more space. She couldn't help but think that she might actually find some fun here.

Brianna

She inhaled the smoke from the pipe Rahvin offered he with great satisfaction. The drug made her life more bearable...for the moment. She walked on alongside the others. Then she stretched her hand out towards Rahvin...a gesture of concern..

"Will you please hold my hand?" She asked gently



Satyana

"Rann! Nobody is going to die! I'll take part in the fight, but I won't let either Issac or Soldin die...you mark my words sweet brother of mine!"

Satyana was aware of Rann's concern but she was sad that he didn't get on with Issac the way she wanted him to do. She loved Issac deeply and she was also very fond of Soldin...no way she would let them die!!

Flint Ironwood.

High up in the air, Flint looked around while blindly firing his arrows. He was running dangerously low on Magicka now and finding a place to retreat to was a high priority.
,,Hey, there are some people standing at the dam. Hmm, they're not snakes. They're more like humans. Ah, Flogir!"

The Breton changed his heading in midair and smoothly landed.
,,Yo, Flogir! What's up, old buddy?"

Green-Root

Seemingly out of nowhere, a Breton appeared, dressed in Dark Brotherhood attire yet lacking the intimidating appearance of a professional assassin.
,,Well, well. It's you. Hello again." He hissed. The Breton looked at him, his eyes narrowed and a pair of katanas flew into his hands.

,,What are you doing here?" Flint asked. Green-Root shrugged and jabbed a thumb at Flogir.
,,Drinks are on him, after we get rid of this little army. And, we're here to destroy the dam."


Flint Ironwood (yes, again.)

Flint glared at the Argonian. He did not thrust him, despite whatever Ian might've said.
,,Do you thrust....him?" He asked Flogir.

Flogir

Flogir watched as Flint approached the ground and he shook his hand warmly to Flint's greeting.

"Flint, my good friend! Glad to see you still in one piece," he said chuckling. "We're about to give these snakes a bath in the near future. Should be barrels full of fun, stick around and enjoy the show!"

As the topic of Green-Root's trust was brought to question, Flogir took Flint aside and kept his voice low.

"Well so far, he's been good. He's even risked his life with us, which is actually quite surprizing. I have a feeling though that he's one of the types that switches to the side that's currently winning. So as long as things keep going good, I think we'll be fine, but we gotta keep an eye on him if things start going wrong."

Flint Ironwood.

Flint dropped the 'Storm of the Night' in a hurry when Flogir tried to shake his hand.
,,Man, I really should've given that sword a shorter name. Yup, I sure suffered delusions of grandeur when I was young."

,,Keep an eye on him? Sure, I'll do just that. And I'll enjoy the show as well. After firing arrows into their heads for a while, my Magicka is pretty much wasted. One half-sized jump is all I've got left."