Satyana

"RANN!, How could you? You just HAD to rub it in my face, right??" Satyana jumped to her feet, standing in front of Rann and Issac, shivering with anger and sorrow, tears spurting out of her eyes.

She turned around, trying very hard to compose herself..

How can he be so mean? He knows how I feel about Soldin..he knows!

"Didn´t Rahvin teach you at least some courtesy?" she asked silently

Rann

"I may be rude at times, but at least I never stabbed you in the back," he answered.

Satyana

"NO????? what did you just do, dear brother? Don´t you think I´m sorry for Soldin??? huh? I have to live with it, that I caused his death...you don´t!!! Besides...I just stood by Issac and Ian in this Altair-matter, it was definitely no harm to you in it...it´s Issac who I´m going to spend my life with..not you!!!"

Satyana´s eyes were dark from anger....her fists clenched

He never gives up....gah, how can we possibly have the same mother???...He at least has a father!.....I..I have nothing!

OOC: Just going to add more fuel for Ian, maybe a little pain sent from Kirana to Ian via the previous connection,

Mannimarco

Feeling a slight ripple in the link, Mannimarco pulled hard, and found that a soul had entered the Soul Gem. Mannimarco knew immediately who was in the gem, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He summoned an undead woman to his side, and bound it to the ground. Then Mannimarco embedded the Black Soul Gem in the undead's torso, and the stone began to shine. Mannimarcio knew there would be limited feeling, due to the fact that the Gem is blocking the soul from entering the body, but, he allowing the Gem to act as a canister, granting Kirana control of the dead body.

Mannimarco laughed, then lit the corpse on fire.

Patholos

"I'm bleeding to death," he said to Ian, clutching a stomach wound. Patholos looked up at the vampire, wondering why the vampire decided to save him. "I don't have very long, please, get my master," Patholos groaned and then watched the wounded Shadow Eater breathe his last breath. The other Shadow Eater fell to one knee, and a single tear fell down his cheek. The Shadow Eater closed the eyes of his dead brother and then went to find Karn.

Patholos sent a message through the psychic waves, pleading for Karn. The message said that Patholos is dying, Karn is needed on the shore. Patholos turned his head to the water, and saw many snakemen swimming towards them. Patholos untied his eye bandage, and let his head rest against a rock.

OOC: Don't know if I want Patholos to die yet, Ian could offer vampirism and make Patholos decide whether or not to become a vampire...

Astratus

A lieutenant burst into Astratus's tent, and said, "Sir, snakemen approaching the shoreline, archers in position, waiting for the order. Also, there are three people on the shoreline and one body, sir."

Astratus grimaced and then said, "So it begins,..., You have the order lieutenant, sent them to Oblivion." Astratus took a bow from his weapon cache and went to join the archers on the wall. He looked back at Karn and said, "You coming?"

OOC: Stole a one-liner than was used in the siege of Bruma, oh well, Astratus might have just enticed the Silhouette to attack...

Karn

Feeling the psychic pull of his lieutenant, Karn nodded and stood. "Some of my people are on the beach, I'll meet you there." With that he dissappeared in a black cloud, and arrived just outside the city walls. He looked to his right and spotted Patholos and Ian, along with the body of the dead Shadow Eater.

Ian

Ian didn't speak until Karn appeared in a small could of black smoke. Before the sensei could speak, "Give Patholos some healing potions, I'll help deal with the Tsaesci!" Whatever Karn had intended to do, the Dunmer nodded producing a large vial to give to his second.

Meanwhile, Ian keenly felt the burning sensationfrom across the lake. The suffering further fueled his fury. One Tsaesci rose from the lake and stepped onto shore, only to he hit in the shoulder by one of the Dunmer archers.

The vampire closed the distance within seconds and sliced off the snakeman's weapon hand, and bit the ailing creature's neck. As much of the snake's blood splattered onto his already bloodied robes as was drunk.
As the limp body fell onto the sand, Ian stood, the sun no longer burning his flesh. By this time, even the burning of the undead corpse had subsided, but the vampire's resolve had not dulled.

Raising his arms and bracing his legs in a fighting stance, the Imperial beckoned the Tsaesci crossing the lake onward to death.

Patholos

The restorative juices from the vial began to form new flesh were there was none and close gaps in Patholos's body. A strange green tint formed around his eye sockets, as if the eyes would heal, but the tint faded and teh eyesockets remained empty. Patholos placed his hand on Karn, and said, "Sensei, that is the second time you have saved me, I feel ashamed. I let our brothers down, and we lost seven,...," A strange thing happened then to Patholos, and it shouldn't have happened. He cried. There were no tears, for Patholos had no eyes, but he cried no the less. He reached up to Karn and hugged him, then said, "Sensei, we lost seven, forgive me." Then Patholos fell unconscious.

Astratus

Seeing that one of the archers hit the snakeman in the shoulder, Astratus yelled congratulations at the archer. Then he notched along with fifteen other archers, and the sixteenth in the firing line set the distance.
"Seventy yards, windage none. Aim, LOOSE!" And the command was followed by the twang of bowstrings and the soft thud of arrows finding their mark.

OOC: Mannimarco is in a fury, he will send the dead until the Sil stops him...

Mannimarco

Tearing the Gem out of the ashen corpse, Mannimarco placed it in the top of his staff. He then filtered all his magic through his staff, a risky manouerve, but he used his staff as a conduit. All the dark and vile magic was being focused and released through the stone at the head of the staff. He summoned the lake's dead, the surrounding valley's dead, and the dead on the way to the city. In a matter of moments, five hundred corpses lined the shore. Mannimarco siphoned magicka from another mage and then set the dead on their course.

The problem Mannimarco forgot to address in his madness, is that the dead will decompose three times the rate of a normal corpse, and that the tissue won't animate if there is less than three fourths of the original body still entact. Mannimarco was sending drowned bodies, old bodies, sick bodies, and maimed bodies towards the wall, and any arrow well aimed could dispatch the walking abominations.

Karn

He looked down at Patholos, then patted his unconscious lieutenant on the shoulder. Karn glanced at the unwounded, Shadow Eater. "Take him back to the sewers, now is the time for you to rest." The Shadow Eater nodded solemnly, picking up Patholos and leaving to find on of the sewer grates. The Dunmer, started the dead Shadow Eater's humble pyre.

Karn turned to face the shore, and started walking towards the beachline. Quietly, under his breath, the Narza Tai Sensei muttered. "....And those should who fall shall live on, their spirits still among us, inspiring us, watching over us....."

"Their flesh purified by the fire's radiance, their essense shall forever remain uncorruptible to those who would seek to defile them....." The sensei stopped as he reached the water's edge, standing beside the red-robed Ian.

Both men's gazes met, the archers of Astratus continued to fire upon the horde of snakes and animated corpses. Karn and Ian nodded respectfully, for this one moment, they were fighting for the same cause and against the same enemy.

Karn shifted his gaze back to the oncoming horde, and unsheathed his blade. Both assassin and agent charged toward the first arrivals of the invading force, cleaving through scales and decaying flesh in an epic war dance.

The Narza Tai

As their leader fought on the shores below, several spellcasters arrived on the battlements beside the Morrowind archers. Without explaining themselves, they hurled spells and curses upon the distant enemy. Small explosions and freezing winds ravaged the oncoming swarm.

Astratus

Inspiring by the beautiful yet terrifying dance that took place just below him, Astratus felt fire burn in his soul. He wanted to join them, to fight and bleed with them, but he was a commander, and that was not his place. Astratus ordered the men only to fire into the rear of the invaders, at risk of hitting the two fighters. Astratus noticed the casters and ordered more magicka potions brought to the wall. He went from soldier to soldier encouraging and motivating, and he shouted with his men at every kill.

Astratus left the firing line, and went to a higher point on the wall. The dead began their assualt, and dark energy rippled from the opposite shoreline. Astratus drew The Cause, the great two handed sword that never left his side, and swung it above his head. Soldiers in the plaza and all around brought their gaze up to the shining steel up on the wall. And Astratus yelled,

"Two men are fighting valiantly outside, unaided, while we sit safe in this stone fortress. Do you wish to die, old and alone, freezing down to your marrow? Do you wish any more death, death of the innoncent, or the courageous? Open the gate, AID THOSE MEN!"

OOC: Ok so now I´ll post Brianna, just to get "the thing" between Rahvin and her started. They could dwell in that room for at least the two weeks I´m away! . Oh and don´t worry I will keep this post decent ...

Brianna

Rahvin kicked the door shut after they entered the room. It was a small room, but the bed looked alright, it wasn´t very big but it had clean bedclothes, and there was a small table beside it, with a lonely candle. He let her down and closed the curtains. The candle spread an eerie light, but both Brianna and Rahvin only had eyes for each other.

They were standing chest to chest for a short while, just looking at each other. Brianna put her hands around Rahvin´s face, kissed him gently and then loosened his long black hair from its ponytail. She drew her hands through it and smiled.

"Rahvin, Rahvin, at last!" she whispered, then gently pushing him towards the bed and onto it. She laid down beside him, still playing with his hair...

"Do not move, dearest, just let me do this to you, I´ve been waiting so long"

She slowly started to unbutton his shirt, one button after another, all the time looking him right into his eyes.

Then she carressed his dark chest, put her chin to it and closed her eyes.

I could stay like this for the rest of my life....Oh I want him so much!

She continued the undressing....every move she made was slow and affectionate, they had all the time in the world....



OOC: Oh yes, I could describe what more she did, but I won´t....just now, let them stay there, they have a lifetime to catch up with, those things take time, I promise!

Issac

Standing near a window, he noticed all the soldiers gathered outside. As the soldier moved to the gates, Issac turned and left his room, intent on joining the troops. Downstairs, he ran into Rann and Satyana.

The Altmer stopped, then snapped at Rann. "I've very close to cursing you right now, Rann, but this isn't the time. Are you just going to sit there and sip wine, or are you going to make yourself useful and join the soldiers rushing out of the gates to fight the Silhouette's army?"

Not even waiting, much less caring for, Rann's reaction, Issac turned to Satyana, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Satyana," he said softly to her. "We have to help them now."

Satyana

She was relievd when Issac turned to her, she looked up at him and nodded;

"I´ll come, dearest, anything you say"

I must get away from the anger of my brother...I can´t stand to be near him just now

Issac and Satyana

They both left the tavern, joining the tide of chitin and bonemold clad Dunmer going through the gate. Issac gripped Satyana's hand tightly, unwilling to get separated from her before the fighting got started. When they managed to get through the gates things were much less crowded.

Satyana spotted a hill overlooking the battlefield and pointed it out to him. He nodded and upon arriving at the vantage point Issac took a ruck sack from his back and handed it to her, the flap fell open to reveal five skyblue crystals.
"Welkyd Stones, they'll restore your magicka, but we don't have many so you shouldn't use one unless you've run out completely." He explained, taking a quick look over the battlefield, noticing Ian and Karn fighting together on the forefront of the battle.

Rann

Rann chose not to point out that Issac himself had been 'sipping wine' less than a minute ago. He sat there beside Dalrus for a few silent seconds, suddenly wondering what she thought about the situation; she was obviously in an awkward position, with her best friend and potential lover in a very serious and heated argument. He decided that he would understand if Dalrus sided with Satyana; he hadn't been in her life nearly as long, however, he didn't really want to find out her opinions just yet. He almost feared what they would turn out to be.

Without another word, he stood and walked out the door, intending to join the army in its efforts, though he had no idea what the objective was. He had waited just long enough to join the group so that his place was far to the right of Issac and Satyana. He could see them both out of the corner of his eye, but refused to make contact with either.

His hand had already unsheathed his katana, though he barely thought about it as they grew nearer to the two combatants that slowly became recognizable to Rann.

Never thought I'd see those two fighting on the same side.

Ian and Karn

When a split second lull presented itself, Ian dropped down low, rolling onto his back. Spinning below waist level, his wrist blades sliced through leg muscles and bone. Suddenly, he stopped his rotation and aimed his spike skyward before thrusting it into the throat of the Akaviri leering down on him.

A burst of the snake's life-blood cascaded onto the kneeling vampire's head and torso, the dying Akaviri warrior's tail lashed out in its owner's death throes. Three oncoming zombies were knocked off their feet by the flailing appendage.
Vampire and Dunmer glanced at each other for a split second, but neither voiced whatever they might have wanted to say. Ian rose from his kneeling position and drew his bow and a random bonemold arrow. The projectile froze the water-logged undead nearest to the duo.

Rather than continuing to fight at range, the agent slung his bow once again. As Ian did so, Karn summoned multiple shurikan and two nearby snakemen went down as the throwing stars sliced through their necks. This left a small but noticable gap around the two.

As if just now noticing the Morrowind soldiers, both stared at the full-scale battle taking place all around them. Ian indicated the hill with the familiar figures of Issac and Satyana with a flick of his head. Karn nodded before indicating the walls in a similar fashion.
Without a word, Karn grabbed Ian's shoulder with one hand and both dissappeared in a black smoke. The duo reappeared on the same hill as Satyana and Issac, then before the latter could properly recognize the presense of both, Karn teleported away to the walls where Astratus stood.

Cerpin

I don't know if you noticed yet, but our young dunmer friend is also here. Mind retrieving a certain glove while we're here?

Rann

He saw that the two that happened to be on their side had escaped the battle, and wondered if the army he had made himself a part of would decide to attack now.

He hoped so, and he hoped not at the same time. It made no sense to him to go on the offensive when they had the perfect defense position inside the city.

Ian

"I'll take the glove when the battle is over, but until then there are more pressing concerns." Ian nodded reassuringly to Issac and Satyana. With his robes and his face covered in blood, he probably looked quite disturbing.

"I'm unharmed; there will be more than a few soldiers needing healing by the time this is over." He answered Satyana's offer to heal him. "Issac..."

Altmer and Imperial stood side by side, launching spell and arrow down upon the enemy from their hill.

Karn

Emerging from the black smoke, Karn looked over the archers of Astratus and his spellcasters as the bombarded the enemy army. He joined Commander Astratus soon after looking over the fighting he had left behind.

Astratus

Seeing Karn meant that his agents were safe and Astratus signaled to halt the offensive. Slowly, Astratus circled a small red flag above his head and held it perpindicular to his shoulder. With this signal calvary appeared, but there were not armored. They were a battle skill Astratus had developed, and the horses were bred for carrying heavy loads. The small riders darted around and picked up the wounded, riding them back to a makeshift medical station, then continuing the runs.

Astratus saw a final push by the snakemen, and saw the opposite shoreline not feeding troops into the water. The Silhouette was holding back, and Astratus started to pull his own back in.

Mannimaro

Mannimarco felt hatred and anger like he had never experienced before. He burned for battle, yet the snakemen and goblins stopped attacking, making Mannimarco furious. His undead were strong, but not strong enough to hold against the brunt of the city. He strode the shoreline, then found something that intrigued him, a small Bosmer killing a rabbit and bringing it back to life. Mannimarco smiled, and then walked over to him.

"What do they call you, my son?" Mannimarco inquired. The Bosmer turned to face Mannimarco and gasped. he stuttered out, "Prater, sir, Prater is my name." Mannimarco placed his hand on the Bosmer's head, and then asked, "How would you like to be my assistant, Prater?" The Bosmer looked terrified, but slowly nodded his head. "Good, good," Mannimarco said, "Just relax, death is the price, but you will have more power than you can imagine..." And a sickly purple light struck the Bosmer in the forehead, knocking him to his feet.

When Mannimarco recited the ancient Sload spell for recalling souls to Mundus, He felt his own soul twinge, and the Black Soul Gem grow hot. Gasping but finishing the spell, an aetherial form of Prater appeared, and he looked to be sleeping. Mannimarco infused the soul with Prater's body again, but Prater's body was dead. Mannimarco empowered the body with strong black magic, and Prater's eyes opened, but there was no life behind them.

"Why did you call me back," Prater said, and then a short pause later, "Master?" Mannimarco laughed, and then called his dead back to the shoreline.

Plys'Iea Zealot

The butcher threw his head back, tearing a chunk of meat from the bear he'd killed earlier. Swallowing the meat, he noticed Mannimarco in his periphery. The alien watched as the necromancer defile the little child with dark magic.

Snorting in contempt at the wretched nature of such practices, he grasped his staff and rose from the corpse. Let the scavengers have it... Their more deserving than that man. Licking the blood off his snout, the warrior approached the necromancer disturbingly quiet for something of his size.
Five feet away, he brought his staff smashing down to earth just to the boy's left. Despite being a relatively weak, one-handed display, the flail end of the staff sunk rather deep into the sand.

"Your kind sicken me, Maggot King." Tamrielic was not a language he could properly speak, save for a few small phrases, but Akaviri had not been too dissimilar from his people's. "You rely on the dead and living to give you power, you are weaker and more wretched than the creatures beneath our feet. If the Silhouette didn't need you as an ally, I would not hesitate ridding you of your existance."

Mannimarco

Sneering at the big lizard, Mannimarco ordered Prater to find something decent to drink for "our new friend." Sizing up the lizard, Mannimarco turned his back, then spun around with a deadly curse. It rebounded off the armour and killed a goblin carrying a pile of wood.

"Apologies, my lizard friend, it seems you and I are alike. We take what we want and we put those who are weaker in their place." Mannimarco placed a hand on his staff and pointed to the Black Soul Gem, glowing in power. "You'd never guess what's in there..."

Plys'Iea

He watched the small logs the goblin had been carrying roll away from the corpse. What a waste of life, The alien thought to himself. When Mannimarco indicated the soul gem on the head of the staff, the killer shut his eyes and shook his head, "foul sorcerer."

There was no possibility that the necromancer could understand the insult, given the fact that no one present, not even the Silhoutte could or would understand his native language. The spines coming out of his back vibrated slightly as they picked up all the movement nearby, from the small flock of birds over head to the numerous goblins and other indiginous species making up the Silhouette's army.

"However, it is clear that your views on life and death are not at all the same as mine. That is enough of a difference." The death reaper turned and stalked away, seeking to distance himself from the lesser creature. If only I could put him in his place...... his grave for eternity!

Mannimarco

"Ah ah ahh, my spiny friend, turning your back on someone is grounds for disrespect, and I'll not have that here," Mannimarco chided, ordering his minions to surround the alien. Mannimarco felt for a psychic presence in the lizard, but he could not connect with the mental wavelengths, adding confusion to Mannimarco's view of the newcomer. "We mustn't have disrespect among collegues, and I have not properly introduced myself, I am the King of Worms, Mannimarco, and I have existed for almost three Ages. Killing me is not so simple, you see, and I have dominance over death."

Mannimarco strode over to the tall creature, and looked him dead in the eyes, he got very close to the lizard, and whispered, "You may want to kill me, you may not, however, my reasons for this fight are my own. I will avoid you if you do not hinder me. There are more things going on here than you know," Mannimarco turned and left.

He thought to himself about the three heirs and their blood, and the skull of Reman Cyrodill, and the possibility of unlocking power few have ever attained. He pondered this as he walked towards the Silhouette.

Plys'Iea

As the necromancer left, the alien stared at the zombies in contempt. He considered defeating the entire horde of zombies around him but gave up the errant thought..... at least until the one had had been facing made a revolting gaging noise at the nine-foot-tall reptilian creature before it.

In a act of defiance towards Mannimarco, the Plys'Iea swung his staff in a wide arc, the sharp spikes of the flail end grabbing the decaying corpse. The rotting flesh severed easily was the zombie was flung over the warrior's shoulder.
Still needing to vent his frustration, the alien clenched his fist and slammed into another walking corpse. In a disgusting spectacle, the armored fist went through the abomination's torso, sinking all the way to the elbow.

Kicking the corpse off of his arm, he glared at the other mindless mosters. Who stared dumbly at him as if he didn't exist. THIS IS MADNESS!!! Taking his staff again, the alien swung several heavy swings in rapid succession, sending a couple dozen sombies flying back and off to the side, and twice as many severed limbs took flight as well.
When the zombies in the immediate area were cleared out, the Plys'Iea stood silently. Staring off into the distance, wishing as he had millions of times since being left behind that he was not alone on this world. A decayed head rested at his feet.

Miserably, the alien smashed it under his boot. Silently, he cursed the King of Worms, the embodiment of everything he loathed about this perverse world.

Mannimarco

Venting his frustration, Mannimarco sent the Black Soul Gem into a corpse. He did not understand why he was doing it, but, he did it just the same. Mannimarco enabled the corpse to talk and he asked Kirana, "Girl, you died to kill me, correct? Why? Why end your life that way? How do you know your soul won't be tormented by daedra in Oblivion? How do you know that Sithis won't swallow you in the Void? How do you know...Argh...Nevermind..." And Mannimarco waited for a response.

Kirana

"Death is not the end," She replied resolutely. "It is a new beginning, a transendance beyond mortal imagining something you will never understand or accept!" Kirana's response was partly influenced by her admiration of the Deadric Princess Miridia, the immortal enemy of necromancy.

"You've been dead since you started this path, Mannimarco. Your soul is so twisted that you just haven't realized it yet, you are blind. The difference between us, my king, is that you dread your judgment. But I have lived without regret and gladly await the gods' decision whenever it will come!"

Rann

Rann had fired a few arrows, but realized that no more enemies were forthcoming, and that the rest of the forces had already begun to start moving back towards the city.

That was good in his opinion; there was no way that their small force would last an actual attack from the Silhouette without the city's sturdy walls between them.

Cerpin

Well it looks like the fight is over. You're out of excuses now Ian, just take it.

Ian

"Very well," he said finally. "I'll meet you two back at the Tiber Septim." Issac nodded and both he and Satyana joined the throng of soldiers. Ian faded from view and removed his guantlets to avoid possibly injuring Rann in the act of pickpocketing him.

He homed in on the young Dunmer, who was fortunately on the rim of the march. The invisible vampire tackled Rann from behind, and swiftly retrieved the object he needed from on of Rann's pockets even before they hit the ground.
Upon landing, the vampire rolled away from Rann and remained hidden until finding a place to become visible again.

Rann

Rann was suddenly assaulted from behind and before he could think to react, he found himself face down in the grass. He stood quickly to see a fleeting glance of someone--or something--bounding away out of sight.

"Are you okay?" one of the dunmer soldiers around him asked, "That looked like a nasty trip."

"You think I tripped?" Rann asked incredulously, pointing in the direction that the figure ran, "You didn't just see that?"

The soldier just laughed and moved along, thinking Rann was making ridiculous excuses. Rann shook his head and made sure he had everything. He didn't notice that the glove was missing; he'd forgotten all about it.

Cerpin

Nice work, Ian. Now all we have to do is find me a body during the next battle.

Ian

Studying the glove in his hand, Ian replied. "First you're going to give me some answers. Starting with how this was created and came into your possession."

Cerpin

I found it years ago on a thief. You see, he tried to rob me one day while I was traveling In Summerset Isle. I began to win the fight with the use of many fortification spells and a devastating fireball. The theif's body was barely recognizable through the burns, but he used his glove to take my unharmed form and ran away. I was determined to get my own form back, so after a few tormenting hours of healing the strange body I was in, I tracked the thief down, and this time stole his glove to get my own body back. I ended up killing the thief in the ensuing fight, and claimed the glove as my own. I only use it in the most desperate times. Like now, for instance.

The story was a false one, but there was no way for Ian to see that, especially since Cerpin sent mental images to go along with the story. He did have every intention of helping Ian and the others defeat Mannimarco and the Silhouette, but he doubted that Ian would appreaciate the real story, which involved using the souls of his spellcasting family to enchant the glove.

Mannimarco

Growling with rage, Mannimarco yelled, "Silence wench!" And he sealed the mouth of the undead. He said, "I still have my body, and Mannmimarco fears nothing!" A burning rage rose within Mannimarco, yet, he felt like she saw right through him. No one could know what Mehrunes Dagon did to his soul during the temporary stay in Oblivion. He spoke again, "I have existed for almost three Ages! I will be here until the last breath is breathed, then there will be only the dead!" And he tore the jewel out of the undead, and replaced it on his staff.

Ian

"Alright," the vampire replied. "So, what kind of body do you wish to take, race would be a good start."

Ian made his way to the pools of water on both sides of the gate to Green Emperor Way.
Wading into the pool, the vampire ducked his head into the water and scratched the blood from his hair and face.


Karn

He looked over at the Dunmer commander beside him. "I must return to the Narza'Tai."

Before teleporting, Karn added. "I'll leave a single spellwaever to stay with you, she can inform me if you seek me and offer her services if necessary."

With that the sensei and the spellcasters vanished, leaving a masked Dunmer mage behind.

Flogir

Flogir had assisted the archers on the wall during the battle. Now he stood among them, clapping some of them on the shoulders in admiration of their work. Looking across the battlefield, he noticed his friends were returning inside so he went to the gates to meet up with them.


Amrita

Amrita had followed Rann onto the battlefield, hoping to put her new powers to the test, but unfortunately no threat to Rann was made. The only exception to that was when a blur of an invisible person bowled him over for no apparent reason. She then came up to Rann's side.

"Rann! You okay there? I thought I saw someone knock you over."

Issac

Once again entering the Imperial City, Issac spotted Flogir coming downh from the walls. Bringing Satyana with him, the Altmer walked toward the bottom of the stairwell that their Nord friend would be coming from. "Flogir," He hailed to the former guard not to far from the stairs.

Flogir

"Hail!" Flogir replied with a smile as he joined up with Issac and Satyana, "It appears that both of you looked unharmed from the skirmish; good," he said as he made a quick examination of the two.

"I would have to say that that turned out to be a successful defense, casualties appeared to be low. It was also good to see Astratus out there rousing the troops. For once he didn't appeared to be mired in his own troublings," he paused as he realized that Issac and Satyana were not apart of that meeting.

"Anyways, where are we off to now? Should we wait for Rann and the others as well?"

Rann

"Yeah, I'm not sure what just happened," he admitted, but he was glad at least, that someone else noticed the sneaky assailant.

They kept walking as they spoke, and they were soon standing with Satyana, Issac, and Flogir, two of whom he didn't have anything to say to.

Flogir

Flogir waved to Rann as he entered the gateway. "Greetings, Rann, glad to see you unharmed after that skirmish as well," he said, not picking up on the coldness that began to creep around Rann, Issac, and Satyana.

"And who might your acquaintance be?" he asked, towards the Altmer with the peculiar red eyes.

Amrita

Amrita had overheard the discussion back the Tiber, but she didn't inform him yet. She knew that he needed people on his side though in order for Veric's true identity to be kept safe as long as possible.

"The name's Amrita," she said to the Nord, flipping back her hair, "I'm Rann's other sister. Who might you be?" She raised a questioning eyebrow to the Nord and Satyana's companion.

Issac

"Well, we weren't that deep into the action really." He returned Flogir's smile with a tired one of his own. "The two in the thickest action were Ian and Karn, the latter just did a vanishing act, and Ian said he'll meet us in the Tiber Septim later."

When Rann approached with Amrita, Issac gave him a curt, but acknowledging nod. At least he didn't have to say he ignored Rann. The Altmer looked Amrita up and down now that the sun was out. Then Issac turned back to Flogir.

"That leaves Flint, Altair, Voltar, Brianna, Rahvin, Aerona, Green-Root, and Dalrus absent and unaccounted for." He said in casual tone, but under his breath Issac muttured to Flogir. "Satyana and I currently not in Rann's best favor."

Rann

"Dalrus, Aerona, and my parents are still at the Tiber Septim," he answered, seeing that Amrita took it upon herself to perform her introduction.

He was glad to see Flogir; he was one of the few in the group that seemed to understand him. And even if he didn't, the nord never passed judgement, which Rann appreciated. It was then that he decided where he was going to be in the upcoming battle; on the wall with Flogir. He was a fair archer, and when the enemy finally got on top of the wall, his melee skills were adequate as well.

Cerpin

As long as it isn't a goblin or an Akaviri, I'm not so picky. Gender isn't even an issue at this point; I just don't know how much longer I can bear this near-nonexistence.

Ian

Walking back up the ramp to the streets, Ian replied dryly. "So, someone from our side it seems like. I suppose we could just separate a random soldier from his body now, but it might be better to wait and find some bandit during the next fight."

As the vampire strode back into the plaza, he spotted Flogir, Issac, Satyana, Rann, and an unknown female Altmer with them. "I'm afraid the blood stains are unremovable by now." Ian said in a way of greeting as he entered the groups midst. His robes were now stained a solid shade of crimson, hence the essense of the joke.

OCC: Issac's resume could be shortened to "Triple S," lol.

Issac

He shrugged when Amrita inquired as to who he and Flogir were. "My name is Issac, swordsman, spellcaster." Issac glanced at Satyana, "Suitor and in a certain person's book a backstabber." The last part was more to Ian than to Amrita, but he only made eye contact with the latter.

Karn, the sewers

The smoke dissipated, and Karn found himself back in the main chambers surrounded by his followers. The sensei began walking through the cavern, searching for where his lieutenant had been taken.

Flogir

"My name is Flogir, miss," he said, introducing him before turning to Issac, "Flint, Voltar, and Altair were outside the Tiber Septim before I left them. Knowing them, they're likely still there," Flogir said. He heard what Issac had said quietly but didn't react to it. If he had the chance he might ask Rann what was going on.

"But anyway, let's head back there and have a drink to are small, but rewarding victory. You can't believe how a victory as small as this can effect the morale of the troops. Though seeing that they're utilizing the undead makes me worry about what else they might have in store for us..."

He began to make his way to the Tiber Septim.


Amrita

Amrita fixed Issac with a challenging look as she caught him inspecting her. "Would you like me to do a pirouette for you?" she asked mockingly.

When she noticed that Flogir had begun to head to the Hotel, she began to go as well, keeping a keen eye on the Altmer.

Issac

"No, although I'm sure you're excellent at it." He met her gaze with a polite smile, sorry, I've already devoted myself to someone. As they walked toward the Tiber Septim, Ian fell into step beside him and Satyana.

The vampire didn't speak, but Issac could gather what was on his mind. Amrita, the one child that was lost.

Cerpin

No. Nobody from our side. There are a few 'normal' creatures in opposition to us. The vampires, for instance, would be preferable to the snake-men.

Rann

Rann shot Issac a nasty glare for his 'basktabber' remark, but otherwise didn't acknowledge it.

At Flogir's suggestion of going to the Tiber Septim, Rann inwardly complained. He'd spent his time there for the better part of two days, leaving only to walk wiht Dalrus, and more recently, to join the 'fight'.

"I guess I'm up for a drink. Again," he mumbled, trudging along beside his newly found sister. He wondered how much more boring the seige would get. Especially after the alcohol was gone.

Flogir

As Flogir walked along, he trailed back to walk alongside Rann and Amrita, leaving Ian, Issac and Satyana to walk ahead of them.

"Is it just me, or do I sense that something has happened between, you, Satyana, and Issac since I've been out and about?" he asked quietly.


Amrita

Amrita grinned mischievously at Issac after he made his comment. She could have some fun toying with him if she chose to. You'd think that if he was in a relationship he wouldn't be so open with his observations of other women. Especially when the one you are supposedly "together" with is standing right beside you!

She didn't return a remark and continued on, listening in on the conversation between Rann and Flogir.

Ian

Flogir's comment about the undead reminded Ian on what he had to tell everyone. "Thanks for reminding me, Flogir. There's been a dvelopment: Mannimarco's back, the Silhouete must have given him another body if he gave his undead minions to use against us."

Ian purposely omitted the parts concerning the presense of Kirana's and another disembodied individual residing his his head, and the former's incarceration inside Mannimarco's soul gem. One major element tied to that previous point was that, Ian had an dim awareness about what was happening through the connection between himself and Kirana.

Everything from the torture to the altercation between the King of Worms and his old friend was known to him. "I fought the necromncer just before returning here and the battle started."

Issac

He caught Rann's glare, but he didn't let any distress show. If only those moments were we got along had been days.... Secretly, he wouldn't admit it, Rann's scorn was worse than the guilt Issac had about Soldin and Kirana's deaths.

Thinking about those events only made Ian's revelations hit harder......

Plys'Iea

While privy to Mannimarco's ranting, the alien was so bitter that he didn't have the will to try and prove the necromancer wrong. He lumbered away, grabbing one of the legs of his bear. Marching into one of the small goblin camps, the Plys'Iea tossed the half-eaten corpse toward the cluster of goblins.

As the little creatures fell upon the feast, he sat, knees to his large chestplate. The hulking butcher stared at Mannimarco as the man fumed. He thinks living three ages on this world is a great achievment, my war leader lived many times that long and personally avenged the thousands that the Naryyn warrior had slaughtered like animals eaons ago.....

Closing his eyes, the alien let the great tales of past generations play through his mind, taking solace in his history and liniage.

Astratus

The Commander walked amongst the wounded, checking on those who were gravely injured. One man was bitten in the face by a snakeman, and the man's face was completely shredded. Others were mangled and dying, and Astratus nodded to the grim surgeons, who quietly relieved the men of their pain. Astratus sent for the vampire in the crimson robes, wanting to know what he found out over at the camp. Karn was indisposed, so Astratus told the spellcaster replacement to relax and help in any way he can.

Astratus found out that the vampire was meeting his adventurer friends at the Tiber Septim. Astratus asked for two lieutenants to accompany him, and put Karn's spellcaster in charge of the injured. Astratus began walking towards the hotel when suddenly...

OOC: RP'd with myself to add some drama

Mannimarco

Feeling death accross the lake, Mannimarco's rage escalated, and he sent wave after wave of animating energy over the lake to where the dead soldiers lay...

Astratus

A dead soldier reared on Astratus, and Astratus sidestepped and brought his fist to connect with the dead soldier's stomach. Dropping his elbow on the back of the dead soldier's head, Astratus then brought his knee into the face of the dead soldier. Muttering a small fire spell that every soldier learns, Astratus's fist caught flame and Astratus touched the dead soldier. All around him the recently deceased were rising and attacking the doctors and injured. Astratus yelled, "Bring them down, everyone, retreat behind the armored soldiers!"

Astratus and about ten men formed a line and advanced on about thirty dead soldiers. Astratus broke into a run and the soldiers behind him faltered. Killing your brothers in arms is a hard thing to do, and Astratus realized that these men probably havent seen the effects of corprus. Astratus yelled back, "They arent alive anymore! They will kill you!" But the men did not move. Astratus stood by himself as the lumbering dead came ever closer.

Narza Tai

The spell caster realized quickly that every corpse was being raised. Before she could aid any of the soldiers, she had to get rid of the undead around her. A small explosion of fire burned everything around her to ashes.

Muttering incantations, the mage wove a spell and the turn undead spell was lobbed into the zombies' midst. Many of the raised soldiers faltered and attempted to flee, but the sorceress used the last of her magicka to create a firewall, cutting off the retreating corpses.
"It's all up to you now, Commander." She gasped as magic was sapped from her to maintain the barrier.

Astratus

The spellcaster made short work of the zombies, but there were still others that the Commander had to deal with. Victims of Corprus, half of his friends and family were killed by Astratus. Astratus made ready with The Cause, and the giant sword relfected sunlight off of its polished edge. The first of the zombies to reach Astratus fell with its held between its legs. Astratus hacked his way to the first of the injured being attacked by the zombies. Astratus yelled at a man with a slashed arm to help drag the wounded towards the line of soldiers.

A zombie came from behind Astratus as he was dragging another wounded man away. The soldier with the torn face bit down on Astratus's trapezious muscle, sinking the teeth in deep. Astratus cried out in pain, then ducked low and hip tossed the zombie over his shoulder. Astratus felt for ruined muscle, and discovered that the bite pierced his muscle, but did not tear it. Swinging the claymore would only injure him further, so he drew a dagger and sheathed his claymore.

There were still injured men and doctors being attacked by the undead, so Astratus tried to fight his way back to them. Fingernails and teeth cut and nicked Astratus, but adrenaline gave him less of an awareness of pain. Astratus grabbed one zombie and plunged the dagger deep into the skull. Then Astratus jerked the dagger out, sending a crimson shower in the air. Astratus noticed that a few men in the line began to fight the undead, while others backed slowly away.

Astratus made a mental note of the men backing away, and called for aid. The wound in his neck was festering, and the wound stopped bleeding, alerting Astratus to major infection. He stumbled back to the injured and the doctors and swung the dagger to keep the undead back. Tears began to form around Astratus's eyes and the faces of his friends and family began to show up on the undead. Astratus wept as he cut down the undead, but then his strength failed, due to fatigue and infection. Astratus watched the undead close in on the survivors, and he could only yell for help. The few men fought desperately to get to him, but they were separated by a barrier of flesh. Astratus's consciousness left the scene in front of him and he went to walk the sandy shores of Dagon Fel with his family.

OCC: Astratus called and Ian answers. Btw, I type the censored versions of curses as alternatives, just to clarify, I'm not swearing and getting censored.

Ian

When the messenger appeared, Ian stopped to listen to him. The vampire nodded and said to the others, "I'll be back shortly, don't wait."

Approaching the infirmery, Ian spotted the unwelome sight of walking corpses and fatally wounded soldiers fighting their still living comrades. Mannimarco, you honored user.... Charging past the messenger, the vampire joined the fray.
His wrist blades glowed red-hot and slashed through bonemold, chitin, and flesh alike. As a one of the dead soldiers rushed at him, Ian ducked low to the left, slicing through the former mer's leg. Before the abomination could pass, the vampire cleaved upward through his chest and neck, the mer's blood congealed under the heat of the wrist spikes.

Noticing a cluster of undead soldiers, Ian took another incendiary arrow and fired it. Hoping that the process of resurrection did away with the Dunmeris' natural resistance to fire.

Astratus

The white pristine shores of Dagon Fel called the Commander. Astratus noticed he was not wearing a uniform on the beach, and his son and wife ran to greet him. He hugged his son and kissed his wife, telling them he will never leave them again. Suddenly, the world shifted, and Astratus was torn from his family with searing pain. Astratus came to with a doctor operating on his ruined trapezious. The undead were focusing on...that vampire...Astratus saw the last bit of magicka the doctor had enter his body in the form of a minor healing spell. The wound scabbed over and Astratus could focus and concentrate more.

Getting to his feet, Astratus watched the vampire destroy the former soldiers of the Morrowind Army. Astratus knew he couldn't fight effectively, so he helped the doctor and the few surivors that could walk carry the rest of the injured towards the line of soldiers. When they got there, Astratus called more men to the fight, noticing that the original six men were still alive but in dire need of relief. Astratus yelled for more men and for healers, then approached the four men who would not move. Astratus relieved them of their weapons and sent them off to help the injured. He thought to himself, "Not a situation to administer punishment, they are petrified." A part of Astratus wanted retribution, but it was a small part.

Astratus felt exhausted, and noticed with relief that the vampire was disposing of the undead at an excellent rate. Soon, there would be no walking abominations for some evil force to animate. Astratus did want some questions answered however.

Ian

Just like the previous battle, this melee was a blur, where all the vampire's actions were lightning-quick reactions to the enemies arrays around him. Ian was never stationary, even when he thrust his heated blade through one zombie he moved with the strike, lifting the dead mer and tossing him over his shoulder.

When he stood alone among the severed limbs, body parts, and blood splatters, Ian blinked and stared off into the distance for several moments. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm his raging heart and clear his hazy mind, Ian flicked his wrist blades, most of the blood parted from them.
Hiding how the battle had shaken him, the vampire back to the Commander and his living soldiers with an aura of stoic calm.