Dalrus, Tiber Septim
Dalrus listened to Rann talking about some of the people who he had met along the way, but when the subject came back to her she brushed her hair back and sighed.
"I'm not sure...but I feel like I'm missing something, it's like any compassion or feeling I used to have has gone, I don't...feel anything, I think I subconciously tried to dull my feelings in order to prevent the mental atrocities I experienced from doing permenant damage," she said looking confused. "I guess I just need to talk to someone...I wanted to feel something and since I felt pretty close to you from before...I thought you would be perfect," she said now sounding embarrased.
The Silhouette, outside the city
"A male dunmer'sss body? That is all you need? If that is the case I can easssily provide a fit dunmer with whom I could perform the sssspell, though you will have to tell me which ssspell I should use, Akaviri ssspellssss are quite different from Tamriel'sss...quite different" he walked around Mannimarco, though with his misty black mass of robes it seemed as if he was floating, power was eminating from him and he made no noise when he stepped. Without uttering a word a dunmer bandit in perfect shape came up followed by two tsaeci messengers who the Silhouette had contacted telepathically.
Full Version: To Heir is Human II- Playground XII
Sadril
Sadril found his way into the Tiber Septim Hotel, the current hot spot for activity as he perceived it. Upon entering, two familiar smells hit him: the scent of two vampires he had ran into earlier. The male he had little more interest in than to test his abilities at some point, but the female sparked curiosity within Sadril.
He followed his keen sense of smell up the stairs and paused at each door he passed, lightly sniffing the air making him look suspicious, if a bit crazy.
Sadril found his way into the Tiber Septim Hotel, the current hot spot for activity as he perceived it. Upon entering, two familiar smells hit him: the scent of two vampires he had ran into earlier. The male he had little more interest in than to test his abilities at some point, but the female sparked curiosity within Sadril.
He followed his keen sense of smell up the stairs and paused at each door he passed, lightly sniffing the air making him look suspicious, if a bit crazy.
Aerona
"I can't drink blood; it's revolting," she replied, as she walked out of the room.
I'm revolting.
She just didn't want to talk about her condition; she preferred to forget about it. Every second she could get without vampirism crossing her mind was a moment of peace. They didn't happen often, and Ian's teachings wouldn't help matters at all.
As she strode out of the room, she ran into a mer that happened to be sniffing doorways, oddly enough.
"Sorry," she said without looking at him, and started to walk past.
Rann
"I don't know about perfect, but we can definitely talk," he said, leaning against the wall, "Who knows, maybe you'll feel something after all."
"I can't drink blood; it's revolting," she replied, as she walked out of the room.
I'm revolting.
She just didn't want to talk about her condition; she preferred to forget about it. Every second she could get without vampirism crossing her mind was a moment of peace. They didn't happen often, and Ian's teachings wouldn't help matters at all.
As she strode out of the room, she ran into a mer that happened to be sniffing doorways, oddly enough.
"Sorry," she said without looking at him, and started to walk past.
Rann
"I don't know about perfect, but we can definitely talk," he said, leaning against the wall, "Who knows, maybe you'll feel something after all."
Ian
He watched Aerona, shutting his eyes wearily. His eyes opened when she ran into Sadril, Ian was somewhat surprised that Aerona didn't recognize the older vampire. She must be really upset about this.....
Ian wondered absently if Sadril would try and stop Aerona. The Imperial found that he didn't care really. Aerona clearly didn't want his help, and he could not force it upon her. Oddly enough, the female vampire's ignoring of anything he had to say burned Ian more than it should have.
Part of him seethed in frustration, the same part that derived pleasure out of making Commander Astratus sweat. It was a mixture of something alien yet familiar, Ian couldn't truly place when it had appeared. But for some reason, he lost his desire to understand it and let all thought of it slip his mind.
Kirana
"Your complaints are noted; the plan isn't too unappealing, but you'll just have to sit back and shut up while we work our end." Kirana didn't bother hiding her derision. There were more important things to worry about than that free-loader at the moment.
While her friend defocused on the strange new instincts, Kirana used her position to better understand it. She was so dedicated to her task she didn't even think about the plotting against Altair. All that mattered to her right now was helping Ian, he could deal with one matter and she could deal with another.
Sodsa Hekal -> Leaving Tiber Septim
Sodsa bristled with anger as he took a last gulp of brandy. Slamming the bottle onto the counter he pushed his way to the door and out to the streets.
I went up to them, clearly asked them, and they ignored me as though i were a stranger.
Sodsa kept walking, not knowing where his feet led him, but at this point it didn't matter. His mind went on in this fashion for a while until he found himself on the walls of the Imperial City, overlooking a vast army, larger then ever before. Rows of fighters stretched on, in overwhelming numbers.
"By the Divines" Sodsa's jaw dropped open but quickly shut it again. "We will need more then this if we are to even try and put up a fight."
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ooc:this is where i leave, if someone wants they can take him off the walls, he just wants to help. It doesn't really matter where.
Sodsa bristled with anger as he took a last gulp of brandy. Slamming the bottle onto the counter he pushed his way to the door and out to the streets.
I went up to them, clearly asked them, and they ignored me as though i were a stranger.
Sodsa kept walking, not knowing where his feet led him, but at this point it didn't matter. His mind went on in this fashion for a while until he found himself on the walls of the Imperial City, overlooking a vast army, larger then ever before. Rows of fighters stretched on, in overwhelming numbers.
"By the Divines" Sodsa's jaw dropped open but quickly shut it again. "We will need more then this if we are to even try and put up a fight."
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ooc:this is where i leave, if someone wants they can take him off the walls, he just wants to help. It doesn't really matter where.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 23 2007, 05:59 AM) 
Rann
"I don't know about perfect, but we can definitely talk," he said, leaning against the wall, "Who knows, maybe you'll feel something after all."
Dalrus, Tiber Septim
Something about this made Dalrus feel something, quite like she felt when she had first met Rann. She smiled and looked up at him.
"I suppose it's possible," she said smiling at Rann.
Satyana
She felt sorry for that female vampire...how dreadful to be a vamp and not accepting it...depriving herself from feeding....Satyana shrugged and wished she could do something for the girl. But she just left....
Then she noticed Issac giving her a sign to follow him outside...She met his gaze and nodded slightly
They both went outside
"What is it Issac?" she asked...
She felt sorry for that female vampire...how dreadful to be a vamp and not accepting it...depriving herself from feeding....Satyana shrugged and wished she could do something for the girl. But she just left....
Then she noticed Issac giving her a sign to follow him outside...She met his gaze and nodded slightly
They both went outside
"What is it Issac?" she asked...
Issac
He shook his head, "I don't know." After a few seconds he sighed. "No use worrying about it right now." At the end of the hallway Issac saw the strong rays of sunlight outside. He muttured under his breath, "So much for getting sleep...."
Finally, Issac asked. "Do you want to have a drink downstairs, Satyana?"
QUOTE(ShogunSniper @ Jul 22 2007, 08:07 PM)
Veric
Veric saw his companion, Voltar, waving at him from a distance. At first, he thought he was waving hello, but when it was obvious he wasn't, Altair walked over to the group. "What's going on?" He asked in a cheery tone that contrasted with the situation the Imperial City was in.
Voltar
Voltar gestured towards his two companions and mimicked Altair's cheery tone so that those around them wouldn't suspect anything. "I've bought our two friends along who are interested in what you have found out about our other dear friend, Green-Root," he said. He still had to mention to Altair the fake story he had come up with, that Green-Root was playing them and was actually gathering information for the Silhouette.
Within his robes, he grasped his amulet and passed on the information through that. Voltar couldn't help but think of the convenience of the device for a moment such as this.
Amrita
The extended power Veric had bestowed upon her still made her head swim. She still felt like she had the need to use the power, possibly because she knew it wouldn't last more than a couple of days. Still, she planned on tailing Rann, hoping that trouble would find him and she could help him. Keeping his trust in 'Altair' was key here. Perhaps doing this would make him give her a longer period with increased power.
She knew he was still inside the Tiber Septim, so she waited in the shadows behind the building. He eyes fixed on the back entrance as well as some of the front, since she could look through the alleyway.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Jul 23 2007, 06:38 PM)
Issac
He shook his head, "I don't know." After a few seconds he sighed. "No use worrying about it right now." At the end of the hallway Issac saw the strong rays of sunlight outside. He muttured under his breath, "So much for getting sleep...."
Finally, Issac asked. "Do you want to have a drink downstairs, Satyana?"
Satyana
"Yes, please" she said smiling, "Now you didnīt tell Ian of our.....plans, did you? Donīt you think he would approve of us getting married?"
Issac
He nodded to her, "Of course. Still, it's probably not the best time right now." A thought struck him, "Does having a child appeal to you? I mean, when this is over..."
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Jul 23 2007, 08:34 PM)
Issac
He nodded to her, "Of course. Still, it's probably not the best time right now." A thought struck him, "Does having a child appeal to you? I mean, when this is over..."
Satyana looked at him..normally it was the female part in a couple who wanted a baby..but Issac was an unusual man and that was one of many reasons why she loved him so much....
"Yes, Issac, I would very much like to have your child!"
She took his face between her hands and kissed him....deeply
If we survive, which I by all divines hope we do....all of us..
Mannimarco
Watching the male dunmer approach, Mannimarco lined up a physical manifestation of each spell needed to change and occupy a body. Mannimarco usually used the animated corpses of dead mages to do this, but in a time crunch such as this, he was willing to lower his standard.
"Here," Mannimarco said, presenting a basic "blue-print" for each spell to the Silhouette. He waited for the particular energies to be cast, then he would enter the body and wrest control from the previous owner. He would then sear the mental image that he desired onto the previous owner's body, and, with help from the Silhouette, transform back to the physical Mannimarco.
"They must be cast in the exact order, and not broken cadence," Mannimarco sent a psychic message to the great force that was the Silhouette. "Everything should be in order, just use this spell to break the link between me and the girl," he said, then added, "But do not let me descend..."
Watching the male dunmer approach, Mannimarco lined up a physical manifestation of each spell needed to change and occupy a body. Mannimarco usually used the animated corpses of dead mages to do this, but in a time crunch such as this, he was willing to lower his standard.
"Here," Mannimarco said, presenting a basic "blue-print" for each spell to the Silhouette. He waited for the particular energies to be cast, then he would enter the body and wrest control from the previous owner. He would then sear the mental image that he desired onto the previous owner's body, and, with help from the Silhouette, transform back to the physical Mannimarco.
"They must be cast in the exact order, and not broken cadence," Mannimarco sent a psychic message to the great force that was the Silhouette. "Everything should be in order, just use this spell to break the link between me and the girl," he said, then added, "But do not let me descend..."
Sadril
Sadril watched Aerona walk past him and looked up at Ian, giving him an expression of shock. He turned quickly and followed Aerona through the inn. "Hey," he said striding beside her, "You don't look so well."
Veric
Receiving Voltar's telepathic message, Altair began, "I have found evidence that your scaly friend Green-Root has been double crossing us." He paused to come up with what exactly the evidence was, as well as to pass a message on to Voltar.
We may be to late. The secret of my identity has already begun to spread. But I may have other reasons for getting my hands on Green-Root....
Sadril watched Aerona walk past him and looked up at Ian, giving him an expression of shock. He turned quickly and followed Aerona through the inn. "Hey," he said striding beside her, "You don't look so well."
Veric
Receiving Voltar's telepathic message, Altair began, "I have found evidence that your scaly friend Green-Root has been double crossing us." He paused to come up with what exactly the evidence was, as well as to pass a message on to Voltar.
We may be to late. The secret of my identity has already begun to spread. But I may have other reasons for getting my hands on Green-Root....
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ Jul 23 2007, 11:27 AM)
Dalrus, Tiber Septim
Something about this made Dalrus feel something, quite like she felt when she had first met Rann. She smiled and looked up at him.
"I suppose it's possible," she said smiling at Rann.
Rann
"Well good," he said, returning the smile. His eyes moved towards the window, where light was now pouring in.
So much for sleeping.
"It's a beautiful morning to be trapped in a city surrounded by snake-men, isn't it? Care to go for a walk?"
QUOTE(ShogunSniper @ Jul 23 2007, 09:37 PM)
Sadril
Sadril watched Aerona walk past him and looked up at Ian, giving him an expression of shock. He turned quickly and followed Aerona through the inn. "Hey," he said striding beside her, "You don't look so well."
Aerona
"That's because I'm dead," she answered in a tone that suggested resignation.
Then she looked over to realize who this mer was; he was the vampire from earlier.
"Who exactly are you?"
Dalrus, Tiber Septim
Dalrus laughed, it had been a long time since she had laughed. It was amazing how Rann could still be funny in such a desparate time. "Isn't every morning a great time to be trapped in a city by snake-men?" she replied.
The day was indeed a clear one, the sun shined brightly through the window. There was a slight breeze and the sound of trees rustling in the plaza below could be heard through the open window. Strangly though, birds could not be heard, they seemed to have disappeared, or maybe they high-tailed it out of there when they saw what was coming.
"I would love to go for a walk," she said happily.
The Silhouette, Outside the city
The Silhouette looked the list of incantations he would have to say, they were simple enough and not nearly as complex as many of the spells he normally performed, though he was certain the job for Mannimarco to do would be harder, wrestling control of someone's mind.
The Silhouette suddenly started saying the incantation, his Tamrielic was not as great, but he could do the spells perfectly. His voice rumbled on inaudible but very powerful. The link between Mannimarco and the girl was shattered and the Silhouette did not stop to let Mannimarco die but continued with the next spells that would allow his soul to enter the dark elf's. After a minute or so the energies had been released and it was up to Mannimarco. The Silhouette, however, had said another spell, or a curse rather, Mannimarco could not turn on the Silhouette, without losing his soul.
Dalrus laughed, it had been a long time since she had laughed. It was amazing how Rann could still be funny in such a desparate time. "Isn't every morning a great time to be trapped in a city by snake-men?" she replied.
The day was indeed a clear one, the sun shined brightly through the window. There was a slight breeze and the sound of trees rustling in the plaza below could be heard through the open window. Strangly though, birds could not be heard, they seemed to have disappeared, or maybe they high-tailed it out of there when they saw what was coming.
"I would love to go for a walk," she said happily.
The Silhouette, Outside the city
The Silhouette looked the list of incantations he would have to say, they were simple enough and not nearly as complex as many of the spells he normally performed, though he was certain the job for Mannimarco to do would be harder, wrestling control of someone's mind.
The Silhouette suddenly started saying the incantation, his Tamrielic was not as great, but he could do the spells perfectly. His voice rumbled on inaudible but very powerful. The link between Mannimarco and the girl was shattered and the Silhouette did not stop to let Mannimarco die but continued with the next spells that would allow his soul to enter the dark elf's. After a minute or so the energies had been released and it was up to Mannimarco. The Silhouette, however, had said another spell, or a curse rather, Mannimarco could not turn on the Silhouette, without losing his soul.
OCC: Ian can either go after Mannimarco now, or split off from the Narza Tai rescue later. Personally, it doesn't matter. Should it be the former, I'll edit this post.
Kirana
Suddenly, Kirana halted in her work. Although there was no feeling within Ian's mind, the sensation she felt was akin to having your throat ripped out. Kirana idled still 'recoiling' from the abrupt end to her bond with Mannimarco.
By the Devines, he's free again now!
Ian
He paused, the contents of his rucksack laid out on his room's table. As he was not directly bonded to Mannimarco, Ian's reaction was less severe. He glared at the section of the wall directly in front of him. For some reason he thought the best reaction to this development was seething fury.
Ian stopped staring and quickly replaced his bow and two quivers, one of Deadric and the other of Dunmer bonemold. The vampire also packed some supplies into his rucksack before throwing it over his shoulder. Some instinct implanted in his mind instructed him to slaughter the closest enemies, only his rational thoughts allowed him to tell who qualified.
Containing the consuming desire, Ian finally stopped atop the battlements. His memory of the time spent walking was vague, but he didn't think about it. Ian stared over to the other shore, where countless enemies gathered.
The images of his blades slicing through a goblin's neck, sending the head flying off, the fountaining of glorious life-giving liquid washed over him. A parade of such fantasies played until a familiar voice shouted "Ian!"
The vampire's eyes flew open, he looked down at his gauntlets, and, thankfully, there was no blood soaking them. The Imperial clenched his fists, his eyes tightly shut, head tilted slightly downward. "Where do these images and emotions come from!? They aren't mine so why do I experience them?"
Kirana
Suddenly, Kirana halted in her work. Although there was no feeling within Ian's mind, the sensation she felt was akin to having your throat ripped out. Kirana idled still 'recoiling' from the abrupt end to her bond with Mannimarco.
By the Devines, he's free again now!
Ian
He paused, the contents of his rucksack laid out on his room's table. As he was not directly bonded to Mannimarco, Ian's reaction was less severe. He glared at the section of the wall directly in front of him. For some reason he thought the best reaction to this development was seething fury.
Ian stopped staring and quickly replaced his bow and two quivers, one of Deadric and the other of Dunmer bonemold. The vampire also packed some supplies into his rucksack before throwing it over his shoulder. Some instinct implanted in his mind instructed him to slaughter the closest enemies, only his rational thoughts allowed him to tell who qualified.
Containing the consuming desire, Ian finally stopped atop the battlements. His memory of the time spent walking was vague, but he didn't think about it. Ian stared over to the other shore, where countless enemies gathered.
The images of his blades slicing through a goblin's neck, sending the head flying off, the fountaining of glorious life-giving liquid washed over him. A parade of such fantasies played until a familiar voice shouted "Ian!"
The vampire's eyes flew open, he looked down at his gauntlets, and, thankfully, there was no blood soaking them. The Imperial clenched his fists, his eyes tightly shut, head tilted slightly downward. "Where do these images and emotions come from!? They aren't mine so why do I experience them?"
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ Jul 24 2007, 10:44 AM)
Dalrus, Tiber Septim
Dalrus laughed, it had been a long time since she had laughed. It was amazing how Rann could still be funny in such a desparate time. "Isn't every morning a great time to be trapped in a city by snake-men?" she replied.
The day was indeed a clear one, the sun shined brightly through the window. There was a slight breeze and the sound of trees rustling in the plaza below could be heard through the open window. Strangly though, birds could not be heard, they seemed to have disappeared, or maybe they high-tailed it out of there when they saw what was coming.
"I would love to go for a walk," she said happily.
Rann
Rann picked up his sword belt from the floor and buckled it on. It wasn't that he expected trouble, it was just that he had nowhere to leave it.
"Let's go then," he said, opening the door for Dalrus.
Dalrus, Tiber Septim
"Thank you," she said walking through the door. She waited for Rann to walk through as well and then they set off down the stairs. The window sills next to the stair case had many plants and statues on them and the wall had paintings. She looked at these as she went down and then they came to the main area.
"Where to?" she said linking arms with Rann.
"Thank you," she said walking through the door. She waited for Rann to walk through as well and then they set off down the stairs. The window sills next to the stair case had many plants and statues on them and the wall had paintings. She looked at these as she went down and then they came to the main area.
"Where to?" she said linking arms with Rann.
Mannimarco
Destroying the memory of someone was the best way to gain control. Without a sense of who they were, they didn't stand up to a mental assault. Mannimarco easy swam through the bandit's memory, and was surprised when he discovered that his father and mother were both soldiers earlier in his life. Mannimarco also discovered a extremely fortunate secret about this bandit. The young dark elf had desired to study magic, but had been forced into soldierhood by his parents. Secretly the Dunmer had read books and tomes but not understood them, allowing Mannimarco room to navigate.
With a loud hiss, the skin of the Dunmer melted and dropped off, replacing an image of the infamous Mannimarco. Mannimarco felt through his new body and instantly replaced all the connections with the dead around the area. He tore away the bandits' robes and replaced them with his "Robes of the Worm King," by way of spell craft. He pulled at the twisting void where his staff and the skull of Reman Cyrodill were kept, finally receiving them with much effort. He called forth his black totems and incantations from his study near the Topal Bay.
"My liege," Mannimarco said, then suddenly realizing that he had no control over his soul. Baring his teeth and snarling, he yelled, "This is unacceptable! You promised me a new body! Give me my soul!" Mannimarco knew he was in no shape to fight the Silhouette, even if he was in the top of his prime. Seething with anger, but soon calming, he said, "Forgive me, I spoke out of turn. Let me deal with some minor pests, then we can discuss our strategy." Mannimarco bowed low and entered the lair near the Topal bay via psychic energy. He awoke countless corpses until he found the few Narza'Tai that were killed in the ambush at the Bay. He found the lair and cackled to himself.
Blistering heat emanated from the staff in Mannimarco's hand, then its shot off towards the sky. "Allow me to die will you, Narza'Tai? We will see...., we will see...." And Mannimarco sent all of his dead towards the only Narza'Tai stronghold.
OOC: Sorry about this monster, but Mannimarco was reborn, kinda had to. The base is under siege, will Narza'Tai abandon or pull out to help the city? hmm, interesting developement....lol
Destroying the memory of someone was the best way to gain control. Without a sense of who they were, they didn't stand up to a mental assault. Mannimarco easy swam through the bandit's memory, and was surprised when he discovered that his father and mother were both soldiers earlier in his life. Mannimarco also discovered a extremely fortunate secret about this bandit. The young dark elf had desired to study magic, but had been forced into soldierhood by his parents. Secretly the Dunmer had read books and tomes but not understood them, allowing Mannimarco room to navigate.
With a loud hiss, the skin of the Dunmer melted and dropped off, replacing an image of the infamous Mannimarco. Mannimarco felt through his new body and instantly replaced all the connections with the dead around the area. He tore away the bandits' robes and replaced them with his "Robes of the Worm King," by way of spell craft. He pulled at the twisting void where his staff and the skull of Reman Cyrodill were kept, finally receiving them with much effort. He called forth his black totems and incantations from his study near the Topal Bay.
"My liege," Mannimarco said, then suddenly realizing that he had no control over his soul. Baring his teeth and snarling, he yelled, "This is unacceptable! You promised me a new body! Give me my soul!" Mannimarco knew he was in no shape to fight the Silhouette, even if he was in the top of his prime. Seething with anger, but soon calming, he said, "Forgive me, I spoke out of turn. Let me deal with some minor pests, then we can discuss our strategy." Mannimarco bowed low and entered the lair near the Topal bay via psychic energy. He awoke countless corpses until he found the few Narza'Tai that were killed in the ambush at the Bay. He found the lair and cackled to himself.
Blistering heat emanated from the staff in Mannimarco's hand, then its shot off towards the sky. "Allow me to die will you, Narza'Tai? We will see...., we will see...." And Mannimarco sent all of his dead towards the only Narza'Tai stronghold.
OOC: Sorry about this monster, but Mannimarco was reborn, kinda had to. The base is under siege, will Narza'Tai abandon or pull out to help the city? hmm, interesting developement....lol
QUOTE(ShogunSniper @ Jul 23 2007, 09:37 PM)
Sadril
Sadril watched Aerona walk past him and looked up at Ian, giving him an expression of shock. He turned quickly and followed Aerona through the inn. "Hey," he said striding beside her, "You don't look so well."
Veric
Receiving Voltar's telepathic message, Altair began, "I have found evidence that your scaly friend Green-Root has been double crossing us." He paused to come up with what exactly the evidence was, as well as to pass a message on to Voltar.
We may be to late. The secret of my identity has already begun to spread. But I may have other reasons for getting my hands on Green-Root....
Flogir
Flogir felt uncomfortable talking about this subject out in the public so he headed over to an alleyway, hoping the others would follow him. Once they did, he turned to Altair. "Go, on," he said in a low voice.
Voltar
Voltar's expression remained the same as Veric relayed his message yet he was annoyed that Green-Root of all people had managed to bring suspicision to Veric's identity. Or perhaps it was Sadril, as the vampire never seemed to stay to one side. Then again, Veric hadn't made any mention of Karn in awile... Voltar couldn't make up his mind on who betrayed them. But both all three suspects would've have probably seen Voltar with Veric in both of his forms. Only Karn and Sadril would truthfully know that both forms were Veric though...
"I believe you've seen him with books, correct, Master?" Voltar asked.
Astratus
Bending over his strategy table, Astratus looked haggard and tired. The alcohol he consumed kept him at wits end, also making him extremely irritable. The lieutenants were avoiding him, and only the captains and sergeants of each division were present in the tent.
"Where is that S'wit! That shady "Karn" has up and abandoned us! Where is he? Maybe he realizes that this battle is going to be extremely difficult and he has up and left us!" Astratus sat on a pillow and looked into each of his soldiers' eyes. "No, that is not the case," Astratus said, nodding sullenly to himself. "He probably is organizing the whole damn city under my nose, making it safer than I ever have done. He is very smart for an assassin, and that weirdo without the eyes is very suspicious to be hanging around such an intelligent person. Maybe I should warn him...." Astratus nodded again, then stood up. "Send out a summons for Karn again, and try to find him this time. Also, check with the barkeeps around the city to see if they can afford a doubling of the food and ale rations. If so, issue the new rations for the soldiers. This damp stale air is stifling."
Astratus left his tent and walked around the city, noticing the extensive craftsmanship and the work done by skilled artisans. "Amazing, simply amazing" he said to himself, letting his eyes drift all the way up the tower he was near. "What limit will we break next," he said out loud, then chuckled to himself. He found his way down an alley towards a tavern. When he was at the door, he saw a woman carrying her child, and he went to see if he could help.
He looked back over his shoulder at the dim light and warm friendly smells leaving the tavern, but then he turned to help carry the child back to the shelter. He felt whole....
Bending over his strategy table, Astratus looked haggard and tired. The alcohol he consumed kept him at wits end, also making him extremely irritable. The lieutenants were avoiding him, and only the captains and sergeants of each division were present in the tent.
"Where is that S'wit! That shady "Karn" has up and abandoned us! Where is he? Maybe he realizes that this battle is going to be extremely difficult and he has up and left us!" Astratus sat on a pillow and looked into each of his soldiers' eyes. "No, that is not the case," Astratus said, nodding sullenly to himself. "He probably is organizing the whole damn city under my nose, making it safer than I ever have done. He is very smart for an assassin, and that weirdo without the eyes is very suspicious to be hanging around such an intelligent person. Maybe I should warn him...." Astratus nodded again, then stood up. "Send out a summons for Karn again, and try to find him this time. Also, check with the barkeeps around the city to see if they can afford a doubling of the food and ale rations. If so, issue the new rations for the soldiers. This damp stale air is stifling."
Astratus left his tent and walked around the city, noticing the extensive craftsmanship and the work done by skilled artisans. "Amazing, simply amazing" he said to himself, letting his eyes drift all the way up the tower he was near. "What limit will we break next," he said out loud, then chuckled to himself. He found his way down an alley towards a tavern. When he was at the door, he saw a woman carrying her child, and he went to see if he could help.
He looked back over his shoulder at the dim light and warm friendly smells leaving the tavern, but then he turned to help carry the child back to the shelter. He felt whole....
Sadril
"I am Sadril, and I too am dead," Sadril bowed his head as he introduced himself.
"I'm sorry I ran off in such a hurry when we met earlier. I had business that needed tending."
Veric
Altair, about to suggest that they move somewhere more isolated, followed Flogir into the alley. He allowed Voltar to begin and followed him up, "Books, yes. Green-Root ran off with several tomes that belonged to Kirana. Tomes that I believe would prove invaluable to the Silhouette. Tomes that he may or may not already have his hands on."
"I am Sadril, and I too am dead," Sadril bowed his head as he introduced himself.
"I'm sorry I ran off in such a hurry when we met earlier. I had business that needed tending."
Veric
Altair, about to suggest that they move somewhere more isolated, followed Flogir into the alley. He allowed Voltar to begin and followed him up, "Books, yes. Green-Root ran off with several tomes that belonged to Kirana. Tomes that I believe would prove invaluable to the Silhouette. Tomes that he may or may not already have his hands on."
OCC: Minque, you can just post when Satyana and Issac are finished, it's really not something new to write his reactions to her. 
Karn
The silence was broken when a Khajiit assassin appeared from above, hanging upside-down from one of the ladder to the surface, light shone down from the hole. The Khajiit promptly explained himself when he was certain he had the Sensei's attention. "The army commander of Dunmer is sending soldiers to search for the Sensei."
Karn rolled his crimson eyes, Astratus. Speaking to Patholos, he said. "Allow the our siblings back into this chamber, I'll return here shortly." From the look in his eyes, short was not what he imagined the meeting would be.
The messenger leapt down from his position on the ladder so Karn could ascend....
Karn
The silence was broken when a Khajiit assassin appeared from above, hanging upside-down from one of the ladder to the surface, light shone down from the hole. The Khajiit promptly explained himself when he was certain he had the Sensei's attention. "The army commander of Dunmer is sending soldiers to search for the Sensei."
Karn rolled his crimson eyes, Astratus. Speaking to Patholos, he said. "Allow the our siblings back into this chamber, I'll return here shortly." From the look in his eyes, short was not what he imagined the meeting would be.
The messenger leapt down from his position on the ladder so Karn could ascend....
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ Jul 24 2007, 01:07 PM)
Dalrus, Tiber Septim
"Thank you," she said walking through the door. She waited for Rann to walk through as well and then they set off down the stairs. The window sills next to the stair case had many plants and statues on them and the wall had paintings. She looked at these as she went down and then they came to the main area.
"Where to?" she said linking arms with Rann.
Rann
"Doesn't matter," he answered, as they exited the hotel, "It's a walk. You aren't supposed to go any specific place."
Aerona
"I'm Aerona," she said shyly.
Her eyes wandered a bit and she looked down the stairs to see Rann and Dalrus leave.
I don't want to interrupt, but I have to tell him about the conspiracy.
Cerpin
Believe it or not, Mannimarco's freedom is a good thing. If he had let his ethereal form slip into mundus, you would be gone as well, Kirana. And this way, he can be killed with no worries.
And more importantly, Ian, I would like it very much if you would stop conspiring against politicians and attempting to mentor young vampires for the five minutes it will take you to retrieve the glove. If the battle begins before you have it, there's a very real chance that it will be too late. Many things get lost on a battlefield, Ian, and I don't think you want me here any more than I want to be here.
OOC: I'll go ahead and say the Lair is abandoned...
Mannimarco
Seeing through dead eyes, Mannimarco discovered that the Lair was empty. Seething in rage, he sent a wave of energy to all the dead. "City, move your flesh, contort, strip, eat, tear, corrupt! Heed my call!"
Mannimarco came back to his present state in the Silhouette camp. He finally had a physical form, yet he felt leashed again, and it drove him insane. He felt his body, and he was reasonably satisfied, until he ran his finger along his left forearm. There was corrupted tissue there, and Mannimarco would not get the full use of his arm unless it was cured or fixed. Muttering a spell from an earlier age, Mannimarco's arm shriveled and regrew, back to its usual shape. The body was rejecting the soul, and trying to kill itself.
Mannimarco left the Silhouette's presence and walked along the camp, noticing for the first time the vastness of the army. Wonderful, he thought to himself, this will not be beaten. Mannimarco observed some of the brutal tactics the army was displaying; he saw three snakemen behead another because of a slight injury sustained, possibly from the catapults collapsing. Mannimarco pondered this and moved along until he came in sight of the walls of the city. Suddenly, a thought came to Mannimarco.
He reached with his mind, and all the psychic power he could muster at the moment, and he reached into the city to see if he could connect with the vampire with more than one soul. It felt as if all the blood was leaving his body, but he sent a message to the vampire...
"I know who you are and what you carry,..., release the soul of the woman Kirana, and you will be spared."
Mannimarco
Seeing through dead eyes, Mannimarco discovered that the Lair was empty. Seething in rage, he sent a wave of energy to all the dead. "City, move your flesh, contort, strip, eat, tear, corrupt! Heed my call!"
Mannimarco came back to his present state in the Silhouette camp. He finally had a physical form, yet he felt leashed again, and it drove him insane. He felt his body, and he was reasonably satisfied, until he ran his finger along his left forearm. There was corrupted tissue there, and Mannimarco would not get the full use of his arm unless it was cured or fixed. Muttering a spell from an earlier age, Mannimarco's arm shriveled and regrew, back to its usual shape. The body was rejecting the soul, and trying to kill itself.
Mannimarco left the Silhouette's presence and walked along the camp, noticing for the first time the vastness of the army. Wonderful, he thought to himself, this will not be beaten. Mannimarco observed some of the brutal tactics the army was displaying; he saw three snakemen behead another because of a slight injury sustained, possibly from the catapults collapsing. Mannimarco pondered this and moved along until he came in sight of the walls of the city. Suddenly, a thought came to Mannimarco.
He reached with his mind, and all the psychic power he could muster at the moment, and he reached into the city to see if he could connect with the vampire with more than one soul. It felt as if all the blood was leaving his body, but he sent a message to the vampire...
"I know who you are and what you carry,..., release the soul of the woman Kirana, and you will be spared."
OCC: I wrote this during a spur of the moment, so I realize that this might not be the most well put together post I've ever written.
Ian
When the voice of the formerly-deceased Mannimarco echoed through his mind, Ian snapped his head up to look at the army to the West. Without replying, the vampire jumped down to the ground before the wall. He wrapped himself in invisbility as he walked toward the shore.
Unbidden, Kirana supplied him with incantation to water-walk. With the spell, Ian strode across the water's surface, while still invisible.
Kirana
While Ian was making his way across Lake Rumare, Kirana replied to the other soul for him. "We'll have plenty of time to grab another body, even if it's a wounded survivor, I'm sure a wounded body is better than no body at all."
She added scournfully, "So with all due respect, don't speak unless you have something new or useful to offer other than how you yearn for a new body."
Ian
When the voice of the formerly-deceased Mannimarco echoed through his mind, Ian snapped his head up to look at the army to the West. Without replying, the vampire jumped down to the ground before the wall. He wrapped himself in invisbility as he walked toward the shore.
Unbidden, Kirana supplied him with incantation to water-walk. With the spell, Ian strode across the water's surface, while still invisible.
Kirana
While Ian was making his way across Lake Rumare, Kirana replied to the other soul for him. "We'll have plenty of time to grab another body, even if it's a wounded survivor, I'm sure a wounded body is better than no body at all."
She added scournfully, "So with all due respect, don't speak unless you have something new or useful to offer other than how you yearn for a new body."
Cerpin
With all due respect, you're both insane. Mannimarco is a joke. A shell of a necromancer, if necromancers could be any more empty. he began his rant, not trying to hide his disgust for necromancers.
Think about it. He fears you, Kirana, and he fears your friends. Why else would he have created the link between you in the first place? To stop Rahvin's son and his friends from killing him. Like all necromancers, fear motivates him. It's why he knows the spells he does; ones that take other lives and perpetuate his own. It's why he surrounds himself with followers. You have the high ground and you're going to give yourself up before you have a chance to win.
With all due respect, you're both insane. Mannimarco is a joke. A shell of a necromancer, if necromancers could be any more empty. he began his rant, not trying to hide his disgust for necromancers.
Think about it. He fears you, Kirana, and he fears your friends. Why else would he have created the link between you in the first place? To stop Rahvin's son and his friends from killing him. Like all necromancers, fear motivates him. It's why he knows the spells he does; ones that take other lives and perpetuate his own. It's why he surrounds himself with followers. You have the high ground and you're going to give yourself up before you have a chance to win.
Kirana
"Mannimarco made a grave error on his part, and as you said, he is now vulnerable to more conventional means of life-taking." She replied calmly, "We aren't 'giving up,' more like 'taking the fight to the enemy.' "
"Look, if we can exploit Mannimarco while he's still just been reborn, we can hopefully keep him out of the picture until this war is over. Master or not, if he dies, it will work miracles for the Morrowind Army's morale." Kirana said softly to the other soul, "Just bear with us for awhile longer...."
Cerpin
See, that sounds great, except for the part where there's an army of Akaviri soldiers. So, instead of fighting on your own terms, you fight on his. I'm not asking that you be cowards, I'm asking that you be strategists. But do what you will. I'll help where I can.
See, that sounds great, except for the part where there's an army of Akaviri soldiers. So, instead of fighting on your own terms, you fight on his. I'm not asking that you be cowards, I'm asking that you be strategists. But do what you will. I'll help where I can.
QUOTE(ShogunSniper @ Jul 24 2007, 09:57 PM)
Sadril
"I am Sadril, and I too am dead," Sadril bowed his head as he introduced himself.
"I'm sorry I ran off in such a hurry when we met earlier. I had business that needed tending."
Veric
Altair, about to suggest that they move somewhere more isolated, followed Flogir into the alley. He allowed Voltar to begin and followed him up, "Books, yes. Green-Root ran off with several tomes that belonged to Kirana. Tomes that I believe would prove invaluable to the Silhouette. Tomes that he may or may not already have his hands on."
Flogir
"I remember those tomes. Kirana was looking at them to check on Rann's tattoo. There were a lot of them two, so yeah, that's a lot of spells and information that could prove beneficial to the Silhouette.... You're quite certain that Green-Root has em too?" he asked rhetorically.
Great.... he thought as the impact of the situation dawned on him.
"What do we intend to do about it? It's going to be difficult to find him before the next attack and I'll be needed at the walls."
Issac
His arms carressed her waist, drawing out the moment of complete bliss for as long as he dared. Finally, Issac disengaged from the embrace just enough to speak. "So," the Altmer said happily, one hand stroking Satyana's hair. "Let's go sit down and have a drink."
Issac smiled broadly, looking down slightly at his lover.
His arms carressed her waist, drawing out the moment of complete bliss for as long as he dared. Finally, Issac disengaged from the embrace just enough to speak. "So," the Altmer said happily, one hand stroking Satyana's hair. "Let's go sit down and have a drink."
Issac smiled broadly, looking down slightly at his lover.
OOC: since I'm not sure where the last post with Brianna and Rahvin was, I'm improvising since I don't want to look back through. (it's been a while since I made a rahvin post)
Rahvin
In looking at Brianna in that moment, Rahvin realized what he had missed for the last twenty years. Through it all, Brianna had always been there. From the moment that he hadn't killed her so long ago, she had been a loyal friend. Even when he had pushed her aside for Telina, she still loved him, though many would've given up.
But though it was a happy moment, he had foreboding sense of danger. He couldn't explain it, but it made him decide that he didn't want to be without this woman.
"Brianna," he said suddenly, "Will you marry me?"
Rahvin
In looking at Brianna in that moment, Rahvin realized what he had missed for the last twenty years. Through it all, Brianna had always been there. From the moment that he hadn't killed her so long ago, she had been a loyal friend. Even when he had pushed her aside for Telina, she still loved him, though many would've given up.
But though it was a happy moment, he had foreboding sense of danger. He couldn't explain it, but it made him decide that he didn't want to be without this woman.
"Brianna," he said suddenly, "Will you marry me?"
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Jul 27 2007, 06:24 PM)
Issac
His arms carressed her waist, drawing out the moment of complete bliss for as long as he dared. Finally, Issac disengaged from the embrace just enough to speak. "So," the Altmer said happily, one hand stroking Satyana's hair. "Let's go sit down and have a drink."
Issac smiled broadly, looking down slightly at his lover.
Satyana
"Yes, letīs do just that!" she answered with a smile. "We really should capture the moments of joy...one never knows what the future will be"
Satyana was aware of the severity of their situation, but decided it was better to live now and not speculate too much in possible threats and....death!
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 28 2007, 05:45 AM)
OOC: since I'm not sure where the last post with Brianna and Rahvin was, I'm improvising since I don't want to look back through. (it's been a while since I made a rahvin post)
Rahvin
In looking at Brianna in that moment, Rahvin realized what he had missed for the last twenty years. Through it all, Brianna had always been there. From the moment that he hadn't killed her so long ago, she had been a loyal friend. Even when he had pushed her aside for Telina, she still loved him, though many would've given up.
But though it was a happy moment, he had foreboding sense of danger. He couldn't explain it, but it made him decide that he didn't want to be without this woman.
"Brianna," he said suddenly, "Will you marry me?"
Brianna
She didnīt move, her eyes just widened when she heard Rahvinīs proposal....
At last! Somehow I knew it would come to this...when we met again after all these years he was different, yet the same old Rahvin. But the difference was in how he reacted to me coming back! Now Iīm finally at home, no matter what happens....no matter, Iīll be with the only man I ever really loved
She looked him right in his eyes, took his hand and answered:
"Yes, Rahvin, I want to marry you very much! But I think we must hurry"
We do not have very much time....I donīt know why, but I can feel it!
Amrita
Amrita spotted Rann vacating the Hotel with a dark haired woman. Sticking to her gameplan Amrita began to follow the couple while maintaining her mergance with the shadows. No point of stalking while visible.
Taking a stroll with a good looking lady, eh Rann? she thought to herself as she kept a safe distance away from the two.
Amrita spotted Rann vacating the Hotel with a dark haired woman. Sticking to her gameplan Amrita began to follow the couple while maintaining her mergance with the shadows. No point of stalking while visible.
Taking a stroll with a good looking lady, eh Rann? she thought to herself as she kept a safe distance away from the two.
Mannimarco
Mannimarco walked the camp until he felt the presence of the vampire approach. Courage, Mannimarco thought to himself, courage in the face of defeat. Expecting to laugh, but finding no humour in what he just said, Mannimarco felt around in the ground for corpses to use in the upcoming battle. With the Narza'Tai lair empty, those dead servants would take at least another four days to arrive. The friction in the air was tangeable, yet, Mannimarco felt relaxed, which worried him.
Finding a cemetary near a ruined farmstead, Mannimarco resurrected a whole family that had been recently buried. He surveyed each body, then chose the three males of the family that had the least amount of decomposition. He sent them forward along the shoreline, and had them stand and wait for the others he was looking for.
When that vampire arrives, I have to be ready, he thought to himself. Reaching deep into his memory, Mannimarco tried to recall a spell that an ancient Sload king taught him on how to control dead cells, regrowing them or destroying them however you see fit. Mannimarco suddenly realised that this body he was in was in no condition to perform a spell of that magnitude. Cursing, he pulsated a psychic message to all his dead followers and the few Necromancers that still followed him.
He sent them a message that simply stated, "Find me a black soul gem, bring it to me at the shores of the Imperial City. Make haste."
Mannimarco walked the camp until he felt the presence of the vampire approach. Courage, Mannimarco thought to himself, courage in the face of defeat. Expecting to laugh, but finding no humour in what he just said, Mannimarco felt around in the ground for corpses to use in the upcoming battle. With the Narza'Tai lair empty, those dead servants would take at least another four days to arrive. The friction in the air was tangeable, yet, Mannimarco felt relaxed, which worried him.
Finding a cemetary near a ruined farmstead, Mannimarco resurrected a whole family that had been recently buried. He surveyed each body, then chose the three males of the family that had the least amount of decomposition. He sent them forward along the shoreline, and had them stand and wait for the others he was looking for.
When that vampire arrives, I have to be ready, he thought to himself. Reaching deep into his memory, Mannimarco tried to recall a spell that an ancient Sload king taught him on how to control dead cells, regrowing them or destroying them however you see fit. Mannimarco suddenly realised that this body he was in was in no condition to perform a spell of that magnitude. Cursing, he pulsated a psychic message to all his dead followers and the few Necromancers that still followed him.
He sent them a message that simply stated, "Find me a black soul gem, bring it to me at the shores of the Imperial City. Make haste."
Kirana
"There might be a way to avoid fighting that will present itself" She replied as their host continued on his course. "At least until Mannimarco is slain, or raises an alarm."
Ian
As more and more Akaviri crossed his path, Ian concentrated on his knowledge of the Snakemen. Almost as many of Tamriels traditions were taken learned from the Akaviri Potentates as the High Elves. Part of his knowledge of the Akaviris' ways was a basic understanding of their language.
He could pick out snatches of conversation in the odd tongue from many a passing group. Ian hoped he didn't have to directly confront this army directly, it would be close to impossible to fight all the way to Mannimarco.
Up until now the snakemen he had come across had paid him little heed, even less when they picked up his vampirism, immediately guessing a connection to the necromancer lord working with their leader. Ian counted on such oversight lasting a little longer.....
"There might be a way to avoid fighting that will present itself" She replied as their host continued on his course. "At least until Mannimarco is slain, or raises an alarm."
Ian
As more and more Akaviri crossed his path, Ian concentrated on his knowledge of the Snakemen. Almost as many of Tamriels traditions were taken learned from the Akaviri Potentates as the High Elves. Part of his knowledge of the Akaviris' ways was a basic understanding of their language.
He could pick out snatches of conversation in the odd tongue from many a passing group. Ian hoped he didn't have to directly confront this army directly, it would be close to impossible to fight all the way to Mannimarco.
Up until now the snakemen he had come across had paid him little heed, even less when they picked up his vampirism, immediately guessing a connection to the necromancer lord working with their leader. Ian counted on such oversight lasting a little longer.....
Kirana
"There might be a way to avoid fighting that will present itself" She replied as their host continued on his course. "At least until Mannimarco is slain, or raises an alarm."
Ian
As more and more Akaviri crossed his path, Ian concentrated on his knowledge of the Snakemen. Almost as many of Tamriels traditions were taken learned from the Akaviri Potentates as the High Elves. Part of his knowledge of the Akaviris' ways was a basic understanding of their language.
He could pick out snatches of conversation in the odd tongue from many a passing group. Ian hoped he didn't have to directly confront this army directly, it would be close to impossible to fight all the way to Mannimarco.
Up until now the snakemen he had come across had paid him little heed, even less when they picked up his vampirism, immediately guessing a connection to the necromancer lord working with their leader. Ian counted on such oversight lasting a little longer.....
Issac
When they arrived at the bar, Issac ordered a bottle of Surille Bros. not specifying the vintage from the off-duty soldier manning the bar. The Dunmer gave them a bottle and two glasses. Taking the bottle he poured into both cups and then passed one over to Satyana.
"Well, there's a first time for everything, I suppose." Issac said to his lover, taking a small sip of the drink.
"There might be a way to avoid fighting that will present itself" She replied as their host continued on his course. "At least until Mannimarco is slain, or raises an alarm."
Ian
As more and more Akaviri crossed his path, Ian concentrated on his knowledge of the Snakemen. Almost as many of Tamriels traditions were taken learned from the Akaviri Potentates as the High Elves. Part of his knowledge of the Akaviris' ways was a basic understanding of their language.
He could pick out snatches of conversation in the odd tongue from many a passing group. Ian hoped he didn't have to directly confront this army directly, it would be close to impossible to fight all the way to Mannimarco.
Up until now the snakemen he had come across had paid him little heed, even less when they picked up his vampirism, immediately guessing a connection to the necromancer lord working with their leader. Ian counted on such oversight lasting a little longer.....
Issac
When they arrived at the bar, Issac ordered a bottle of Surille Bros. not specifying the vintage from the off-duty soldier manning the bar. The Dunmer gave them a bottle and two glasses. Taking the bottle he poured into both cups and then passed one over to Satyana.
"Well, there's a first time for everything, I suppose." Issac said to his lover, taking a small sip of the drink.
Patholos
Bowing low, Patholos left the sewers and entered the cool outside air. He felt around for the psychic presence of the Shadow Eaters, and tried to connect with all of them. Only eight responded to his call, so he ordered them to meet him at the Imperial City Docks.
Arriving at the docks, Patholos saw how weak and isolated the Docks were, there were practically no defensible positions. Patholos found a small rowboat and met his men after a few minutes. He told them the plan, and they set off for the opposite shoreline. On their way over, they passed the Isle of the Necromancers, and Patholos scanned it for the evil Nercomancer Mannimarco. Not finding anything, the rowboat continued towards the shoreline. They decided to sneak into the camp under the guise of defectors.
Approaching the snakemen was simple enough, as they kept to themselves and grouped together. Patholos thought he spotted a vampire through the throng of snakemen, but it was only a fleeting glance. Deeper into the camp Patholos caught sight of the Silhouette, and told the Shadow Eaters to him. Patholos found a groupd of vampires sitting around a fire, and Patholos nodded to his men. The group sat down by the vampires, and kept to themselves.
Patholos started conversation, and found out that there were few "officers" that were permanant. The old officers were either killed or dismissed. The vampires were here for reasons all their own, and Patholos asked if they were the only vampires at the camp. They said they were the only vampires of their strain at the camp, but there could be possibly more. Patholos nodded and asked if he could meet an officer to discuss strategy, and the vampire laughed and said that he could be an officer, all you had to do was to proclaim yourself one.
OOC: went a little out on a limb, but i put what i thought would be the hierarchy of a massive army into play. I'll edit if it is wrong.
Bowing low, Patholos left the sewers and entered the cool outside air. He felt around for the psychic presence of the Shadow Eaters, and tried to connect with all of them. Only eight responded to his call, so he ordered them to meet him at the Imperial City Docks.
Arriving at the docks, Patholos saw how weak and isolated the Docks were, there were practically no defensible positions. Patholos found a small rowboat and met his men after a few minutes. He told them the plan, and they set off for the opposite shoreline. On their way over, they passed the Isle of the Necromancers, and Patholos scanned it for the evil Nercomancer Mannimarco. Not finding anything, the rowboat continued towards the shoreline. They decided to sneak into the camp under the guise of defectors.
Approaching the snakemen was simple enough, as they kept to themselves and grouped together. Patholos thought he spotted a vampire through the throng of snakemen, but it was only a fleeting glance. Deeper into the camp Patholos caught sight of the Silhouette, and told the Shadow Eaters to him. Patholos found a groupd of vampires sitting around a fire, and Patholos nodded to his men. The group sat down by the vampires, and kept to themselves.
Patholos started conversation, and found out that there were few "officers" that were permanant. The old officers were either killed or dismissed. The vampires were here for reasons all their own, and Patholos asked if they were the only vampires at the camp. They said they were the only vampires of their strain at the camp, but there could be possibly more. Patholos nodded and asked if he could meet an officer to discuss strategy, and the vampire laughed and said that he could be an officer, all you had to do was to proclaim yourself one.
OOC: went a little out on a limb, but i put what i thought would be the hierarchy of a massive army into play. I'll edit if it is wrong.
OCC: Ian still "leave a mark" on Mannimarco right, even if it's just a near-severe wound to his new body.
Karn
Ignoring the searching soldiers, Karn strode through the alleyways all the way to the camp around the Imperial Palace. Many soldiers, even some of the ones in groups, watched him silently as he passed. Karn bared their scrutiny, after all, why trust a professional killer with your life?
He was annoyed when the Commander's tent was empty aside from a few officers. Without drawing the officers' attention, he found a chair in on of the corners and began waiting for Astratus to get back from gods-knew-what he was doing.
Ian
The distinct signature of necromantic works guided Ian like a compass. Had he not been a vampire, he doubted that finding Mannimarco would be this simple. The vampire walked with a certainty, with purpose, and that seemed enough for any officer, Tsaesci or otherwise, who spotted him to pass the prowling creature off as knowing what he was doing.
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Jul 25 2007, 12:45 AM)
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ Jul 24 2007, 01:07 PM)
Dalrus, Tiber Septim
"Thank you," she said walking through the door. She waited for Rann to walk through as well and then they set off down the stairs. The window sills next to the stair case had many plants and statues on them and the wall had paintings. She looked at these as she went down and then they came to the main area.
"Where to?" she said linking arms with Rann.
Rann
"Doesn't matter," he answered, as they exited the hotel, "It's a walk. You aren't supposed to go any specific place."
Rann
The streets had lost their city atmosphere; they were completely deserted but for the occasional dunmer sentry. There were no guards walking about pridefully, no cutpurses peering out of alleys, no beggars asking for coin, no children playing in the streets, no busy shoppers, no merchants; nothing was there but empty streets and silence. Dalrus's presence surely lightened the mood a bit for Rann, but he realized that besides travelling with her for the past few months, he didn't know much about his walking companion.
"So," he said, deciding to remedy his lack of knowledge, "Where are you from? You know, what was it like growing up for Dalrus?"
QUOTE(minque @ Jul 28 2007, 05:42 AM)
Brianna
She didnīt move, her eyes just widened when she heard Rahvinīs proposal....
At last! Somehow I knew it would come to this...when we met again after all these years he was different, yet the same old Rahvin. But the difference was in how he reacted to me coming back! Now Iīm finally at home, no matter what happens....no matter, Iīll be with the only man I ever really loved
She looked him right in his eyes, took his hand and answered:
"Yes, Rahvin, I want to marry you very much! But I think we must hurry"
We do not have very much time....I donīt know why, but I can feel it!
Rahvin
Rahvin found it odd that Brianna had a similar sense of urgency. He wondered if she felt as if time was running out as well. He couldn't explain it, but it was an ominous feeling. Almost as if...
No; it's not the time to dwell on such things.
"Well, we can't do it too quickly," he replied with a smile, "We'd need a priest first to make it official, right?"
Cerpin
Cerpin sighed; or would have, had he been in control of a physical form. It would be pointless to mention that after his host engaged the necromancer, the entire army would be alerted, and would most certainly understand that the vampire was not an ally. Which meant that death was nearly inevitable. And that was assuming Mannimarco would be defeated.
Cerpin directed his next communications to Kirana, though Ian could still 'hear'.
How well would you say our host would fare in spellcasting? If we gave him the incantations to speak, could he recite them accurately?
He asked Kirana mainly because he thought Ian to be an unreliable source. He had found that at times the vampire overestimated himself at times, while other times he severely underestimated his abilities. Kirana seemed to be the next best person to ask.
Kirana
By now Kirana had come to realize that in his own way, the other occupant of Ian's body was being helpful, whether he tried to or not. She knew Ian had heard the other's question to her, but he had ignored it for the moment rather than crashing down on the two of them.
"Ian was already very much an expert in the arts of illusion when I first met him many years ago, he's also used some basic spells in the other conventional schools on more than one occassion." Kirana answered, allowing for Ian to continue hearing their conversation.
"I also understand that vampires have greater proficiency with certain magical arts after their infection. While he may not be as wide-ranging in his arcane knowledgable as we are, it is well within his capability to learn." Then she added, muting this from her old companion. "I've taught him some in our years together."
Ian
While aware of the conversation going on in his mind, and Kirana's support of his abilities. Ian didn't let his external vigilance wane, he kept a sharp eye out for any disturbences..... which he was rapidly learning kept the Silhouete's army on it's toes, metaphorically anyway.
He could feel Mannimarco now, a dark beacon to all manner of undeath.
Cerpin
Well, Ian, it looks like you've got two teachers here to help you, he communicated, subtly hinting at the private comment. He doubted it would even be noticed, but it gave him amusement.
We'll be your magicka brain. You handle the physical part.
He began sorting through a variety of different spells in his mind, trying to think of the ones that would be most effective against the necromancer. Dispel came to mind quite often.
So, Kirana, he said privately, You don't seem very intent on gaining a body. Why? the woman intrigued him greatly; she had no desire to keep living, and no particular desire to die, either. She seemed perfectly content to reside in what Cerpin assumed was her former lover's head.
He couldn't imagine staying here for an eternity, which was inevitable when occupying an immortal being's body. She would at least need a body to pass on to the next world, which would be infinitely better than this pathetic, powerless existence.
Well, Ian, it looks like you've got two teachers here to help you, he communicated, subtly hinting at the private comment. He doubted it would even be noticed, but it gave him amusement.
We'll be your magicka brain. You handle the physical part.
He began sorting through a variety of different spells in his mind, trying to think of the ones that would be most effective against the necromancer. Dispel came to mind quite often.
So, Kirana, he said privately, You don't seem very intent on gaining a body. Why? the woman intrigued him greatly; she had no desire to keep living, and no particular desire to die, either. She seemed perfectly content to reside in what Cerpin assumed was her former lover's head.
He couldn't imagine staying here for an eternity, which was inevitable when occupying an immortal being's body. She would at least need a body to pass on to the next world, which would be infinitely better than this pathetic, powerless existence.
Ian
Breaking off his path to pick up a shield from one of the weapon stock piles, Ian replied casually. "Sounds good so far." The vampire hefted the durable steel shield in his left hand, the tip of his wrist blade sticking out just beyond the shield's rim.
Ian could feel that Mannimarco was expecting him, and a cool resolve set over him. Every cell in his body was ready for the burden of the ordeal at hand. Even without seeing them, he could count all the goblins, bandits, maruaders, and undead nearby and tell where they were going, how lax they were in such numbers.
"I'm nearly ready on my end...."
Kirana
When the other asked her why she didn't desire a body, Kirana paused in her own work. Had she still been physical, she would have shrugged. Without a detectable pause, she came up with an answer. "There are bodies and then there is your body. The concept of living, sleeping, eating, and breathing in a body you weren't born in is a bit disturbing."
"I'm here because Mannimarco was afraid to die; nothing should inspire such dread. I intend to make as much of my continued existance as possible, but I can do that while existing in Ian."
Dalrus, Walking along
Dalrus took in this question and thought about her life in Morrowind. It was completely different than the Imperial city and Tamriel, a completely different society, one that she was not sure if she missed it or not.
"Well, I am from Morrowind. I grew up in the city of Mournhold, and we had an enormous mansion in Gods Reach. It was kind of boring, having no friends since my father would not permit me to hang out with the kids in the lower classes, and I hated the kids in the upper classes, they were all snobby. My father, Titus Varus, was a stern man in private, usually ignoring me because he wished he had a boy, to pass on the family name and to give his fortune to. My nanny raised me and taught me magic, she said I had an unnatural ability to absorb spells, sort of like a troll, though I don't much like that analogy," she stopped and felt a breeze, thinking more about her childhood.
"In public, my father tried to put if off that I was his little princess, he would brag about me (it seemed every big business man was trying to get me to marry their sons.) and would often take me to all his stupid parties. I always wished I knew my mother, but she was murdered soon after I was born, more than likely morag tong, she was, after all, a former Telvanni councilor."
"My father died when I was 17, he had been inspecting one of his mines near Caldera on Vvardenfell, when the slaves revolted and killed him. I never cried, I can't say I was happy, but I wasn't sad. The vice factor of the company took over, thus, taking away my fortune, except, of course, my fathers enormous personal fortune, which I gave to all the slaves in our house and set free. My maid had long since died and I joined the mages guild. I then transferred to Cyrodiil, I wanted to get rid of the rigid Morrowind culture." she finished looking over at Rann and smiling. They were walking past the gardens and a cool breeze was gently blowing their hair.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Jul 30 2007, 03:35 AM)
Ian
Breaking off his path to pick up a shield from one of the weapon stock piles, Ian replied casually. "Sounds good so far." The vampire hefted the durable steel shield in his left hand, the tip of his wrist blade sticking out just beyond the shield's rim.
Ian could feel that Mannimarco was expecting him, and a cool resolve set over him. Every cell in his body was ready for the burden of the ordeal at hand. Even without seeing them, he could count all the goblins, bandits, maruaders, and undead nearby and tell where they were going, how lax they were in such numbers.
"I'm nearly ready on my end...."
Kirana
When the other asked her why she didn't desire a body, Kirana paused in her own work. Had she still been physical, she would have shrugged. Without a detectable pause, she came up with an answer. "There are bodies and then there is your body. The concept of living, sleeping, eating, and breathing in a body you weren't born in is a bit disturbing."
"I'm here because Mannimarco was afraid to die; nothing should inspire such dread. I intend to make as much of my continued existance as possible, but I can do that while existing in Ian."
Cerpin
The fact is, he continued privately to Kirana, You make up excuses because the thought of another body scares you. You can't make as much as possible out of your existence while existing only in Ian. Think about it. How much more helpful would we be to him if we both had our own forms? There would be two of us casting spells on our enemy instead of Ian taking on all the work. I'm not making accusations, merely observations, so don't take this personally, but you hide your fear behind your justification.
Mannimarco senses our presence in you, Ian, he continued in the public conversation, He will more than likely try to cast soul trap on you. If he succeeds in killing you, all three of us will be shoved uncomfortably into a soul gem. To avoid this, you'll need to cast dispel on yourself every time I tell you. Repeat after me; I want you to memorize this spell before it becomes necessary to cast it.
He began communicating the incantations to the spell to Ian in preparation.
QUOTE(Florodine of Hlaalu @ Jul 30 2007, 01:16 PM)
Dalrus, Walking along
Dalrus took in this question and thought about her life in Morrowind. It was completely different than the Imperial city and Tamriel, a completely different society, one that she was not sure if she missed it or not.
"Well, I am from Morrowind. I grew up in the city of Mournhold, and we had an enormous mansion in Gods Reach. It was kind of boring, having no friends since my father would not permit me to hang out with the kids in the lower classes, and I hated the kids in the upper classes, they were all snobby. My father, Titus Varus, was a stern man in private, usually ignoring me because he wished he had a boy, to pass on the family name and to give his fortune to. My nanny raised me and taught me magic, she said I had an unnatural ability to absorb spells, sort of like a troll, though I don't much like that analogy," she stopped and felt a breeze, thinking more about her childhood.
"In public, my father tried to put if off that I was his little princess, he would brag about me (it seemed every big business man was trying to get me to marry their sons.) and would often take me to all his stupid parties. I always wished I knew my mother, but she was murdered soon after I was born, more than likely morag tong, she was, after all, a former Telvanni councilor."
"My father died when I was 17, he had been inspecting one of his mines near Caldera on Vvardenfell, when the slaves revolted and killed him. I never cried, I can't say I was happy, but I wasn't sad. The vice factor of the company took over, thus, taking away my fortune, except, of course, my fathers enormous personal fortune, which I gave to all the slaves in our house and set free. My maid had long since died and I joined the mages guild. I then transferred to Cyrodiil, I wanted to get rid of the rigid Morrowind culture." she finished looking over at Rann and smiling. They were walking past the gardens and a cool breeze was gently blowing their hair.
Rann
Rann hadn't expected such a sad story when he asked for it, and couldn't help but wonder how so much tragedy could come upon one person. In looking at Dalrus, though, it seemed obvious that she'd put it all behind her and moved on. She was a stronger person than he, he had to admit. He didn't know what to say in response, but he assumed that he didn't have to really say anything. He hoped that listening was enough.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked playfully, smiling himself.
Kirana
She did not answer Cerpin, indeed he had seen the truth... or part of it. Kirana resumed working on making a list of offensive and defensive based spells that might be effective soon.
Ian
Now sitting on a small mound beside the weapons cache, Ian listened intently to Cerpin as he cited the incantation for dispel. His eyes closed, he waited several moments before reciting the arcane words back to his tutor.
Ian spent another two minutes sub-vocalizing the words until they were fresh in his mind. Once he'd finished, Kirana chimed in. This time he cast the fortify magicka spell she described; the sudden power the vampire felt was intoxicating.
He spent a few moments just savoring the feel of it all before control returned. "Time is short, if there's anything left then we need to do it quickly unless we want the King of Worms to start entertaining the possibility of running to the Silhouete."
Amrita
Amrita was close enough to overhear the conversation between Rann and the woman. The sob story made her want to gag and the playful smiling didn't help the situation.
I swear to the Divines if they start touching each other... she thought bitterly as she twirled a shard of shadow in her hands. The sensation of doing so fascinated her. Enough that she could stand paying attention to Rann and his company. She also kept an open eye to any possible threats.
Amrita was close enough to overhear the conversation between Rann and the woman. The sob story made her want to gag and the playful smiling didn't help the situation.
I swear to the Divines if they start touching each other... she thought bitterly as she twirled a shard of shadow in her hands. The sensation of doing so fascinated her. Enough that she could stand paying attention to Rann and his company. She also kept an open eye to any possible threats.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Jul 30 2007, 02:45 PM)
Kirana
She did not answer Cerpin, indeed he had seen the truth... or part of it. Kirana resumed working on making a list of offensive and defensive based spells that might be effective soon.
Ian
Now sitting on a small mound beside the weapons cache, Ian listened intently to Cerpin as he cited the incantation for dispel. His eyes closed, he waited several moments before reciting the arcane words back to his tutor.
Ian spent another two minutes sub-vocalizing the words until they were fresh in his mind. Once he'd finished, Kirana chimed in. This time he cast the fortify magicka spell she described; the sudden power the vampire felt was intoxicating.
He spent a few moments just savoring the feel of it all before control returned. "Time is short, if there's anything left then we need to do it quickly unless we want the King of Worms to start entertaining the possibility of running to the Silhouete."
Cerpin
Good. I also want you to learn this one. It's a reflect spell. It's fairly powerful so don't let it drain all your magicka.
He communicated the spell once more, expecting Ian to repeat it back silently. As Ian did, Cerpin continued his conversation with Kirana.
I won't make you take a body, but once I leave with my glove, I doubt that another chance will present itself. Don't make a mistake that you'll regret. Forever.
Dalrus, Walking along
Dalrus was glad Rann had listened to the story, she had never told anyone about her childhood and while it was tragic, she thought it was quite happy compared to her more recent ordeals with the vampires. She also didn't see a point in harboring hate for someone that was already dead, and circumstances she couldn't control. She had freed many slaves and this had been a very good thing.
As Rann asked Dalrus why she was smiling she was amazed he didn't know what to do. hasn't he ever had a girfriend! kiss me! by the divines doesn't he know I'm letting him?
"Oh, I don't know," she lied with a smile.
Dalrus was glad Rann had listened to the story, she had never told anyone about her childhood and while it was tragic, she thought it was quite happy compared to her more recent ordeals with the vampires. She also didn't see a point in harboring hate for someone that was already dead, and circumstances she couldn't control. She had freed many slaves and this had been a very good thing.
As Rann asked Dalrus why she was smiling she was amazed he didn't know what to do. hasn't he ever had a girfriend! kiss me! by the divines doesn't he know I'm letting him?
"Oh, I don't know," she lied with a smile.
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