Altair
Altair barked orders as he paced back and forth along the walls, casting spells where they seemed to be needed.
He passed by Rann and put a hand on his shoulder as he fired the last of his arrows.
"Rann, go find Flogir to get a report on the trebuchets," he patted Rann's now-empty quiver, "It's not like you're killing many more zombies anyway."
Altair was already gone, shouting more orders before Rann could even think to respond.
Rann
As Rann made his way down from the wall, he passed Issac and Satyana without a word to either. He looked a little further to see Flogir speaking with Telina and a complete stranger.
He wondered if Telina remembered their last encounter. He sure hoped so. Instead of acknowledging her, he addressed Flogir.
"What's the word on the trebuchets?" he asked, "We haven't seen anything launched yet."
Cerpin
Cerpin arrived at the scene where Ian stood speaking with Rahvin and Brianna. He wasn't one for jumping along the rooftops, so he took his time and walked at a casual pace.
"Ian's right," he informed Brianna and Rahvin, "The temple isn't the best place to go right now."
Rahvin
"We figured we wouldn't be so lucky," he answered, before changing the subject, "What are you doing here, Ian?"
Full Version: To Heir Is Human- Playground XIV
Dan, on the walls
Dan looked down on the host of otherworldy creatures gathered beneath the walls. Amongst the colourful collection of mercenaries, undead, Akaviri and bandits he could also see some Nords. Dan wondered what were the reasons they joined this battle as his enemies, and he also imagined if he had been a part of the besieging force, and not the defenders.
Then I'd be on the wrong side of that Dunmer's spells.... he quickly surmissed.
Dan however, looked rather idly at the enemy horde, since he was neither an archer nor a spellcaster and that limited what he could do to defend the wall.
Fret not Balmung, you will have your time... he thought.
OOC: Dan isn't really a young lad. He's actually somewhat old, about 46 years old. It was pretty funny that you called him 'youth' Mallet.
Dan looked down on the host of otherworldy creatures gathered beneath the walls. Amongst the colourful collection of mercenaries, undead, Akaviri and bandits he could also see some Nords. Dan wondered what were the reasons they joined this battle as his enemies, and he also imagined if he had been a part of the besieging force, and not the defenders.
Then I'd be on the wrong side of that Dunmer's spells.... he quickly surmissed.
Dan however, looked rather idly at the enemy horde, since he was neither an archer nor a spellcaster and that limited what he could do to defend the wall.
Fret not Balmung, you will have your time... he thought.
OOC: Dan isn't really a young lad. He's actually somewhat old, about 46 years old. It was pretty funny that you called him 'youth' Mallet.
Flint Ironwood, and Odrik I suppose.
,,Load!" Flint ordered and then sheepishly scratched the back of his head.
,,Err...sorry. Was that your line by chance?" He asked. Odrik the siegemaster shrugged.
,,Doesn't matter. I still get to give the best command of all." He replied and then began to bark orders.
,,Alright, numbers four and six load up with the really big pieces. Target their armories! We'll smash and crash those little dinky swords and all! All others, load smaller fragments, target any noteworthy concentration of hostile forces!"
Brumans rushed back and forth, pulling levers, hauling rock and generally acting as a smokescreen to hide what was really going on. The mage recited the safety-procedure just in case. In the heat of battle, one had the tendency to forget about the hourglass and what it meant. Now all Trebuchets were loaded and ready to rain pain upon their victims.
,,Now this, old man, is the best order of all. Trebuchets........FIRE!"
Two rocks the size of four men combined smashed into two makeshift blacksmiths. Smaller rocks, mostly bricks, rained down everywhere, crushing skulls wherever they hit. Odrik laughed.
,,Damn, I love my job! Take that, ya bunch of snake-kissing lowlifes! Now hurry up and reload!"
,,Load!" Flint ordered and then sheepishly scratched the back of his head.
,,Err...sorry. Was that your line by chance?" He asked. Odrik the siegemaster shrugged.
,,Doesn't matter. I still get to give the best command of all." He replied and then began to bark orders.
,,Alright, numbers four and six load up with the really big pieces. Target their armories! We'll smash and crash those little dinky swords and all! All others, load smaller fragments, target any noteworthy concentration of hostile forces!"
Brumans rushed back and forth, pulling levers, hauling rock and generally acting as a smokescreen to hide what was really going on. The mage recited the safety-procedure just in case. In the heat of battle, one had the tendency to forget about the hourglass and what it meant. Now all Trebuchets were loaded and ready to rain pain upon their victims.
,,Now this, old man, is the best order of all. Trebuchets........FIRE!"
Two rocks the size of four men combined smashed into two makeshift blacksmiths. Smaller rocks, mostly bricks, rained down everywhere, crushing skulls wherever they hit. Odrik laughed.
,,Damn, I love my job! Take that, ya bunch of snake-kissing lowlifes! Now hurry up and reload!"
OOC: Hehe, I didn't notice any age mentioned for Dan when I made my reply. He gave me a youthful feeling I guess.
Flogir
Flogir looked over to where the Trebuchets were placed. "Well, I have Flint looking after those," he told Rann, "He should have them ready so-".
Flogir's words were cutoff as a shout of "Fire!" called out and the trebuchets released their deadly loads, wreaking havoc upon the enemy. Flogir whooped alongside his men.
"Well, looks like they're ready. We had to get some ammunition so looks like we're rolling on that front. Any supply concerns?" Flogir said, noting the lack of arrows in Rann's quiver.
Flogir
Flogir looked over to where the Trebuchets were placed. "Well, I have Flint looking after those," he told Rann, "He should have them ready so-".
Flogir's words were cutoff as a shout of "Fire!" called out and the trebuchets released their deadly loads, wreaking havoc upon the enemy. Flogir whooped alongside his men.
"Well, looks like they're ready. We had to get some ammunition so looks like we're rolling on that front. Any supply concerns?" Flogir said, noting the lack of arrows in Rann's quiver.
QUOTE(minque @ Sep 24 2007, 10:27 PM) 
Satyana, being suspicious
She frowned at the dunmerii lady who so abruptly approached her telling her she was too young to be in a battle. The woman had materialized out of thin air, now that was weird....Satyana stared at her..and a frightening realisation formed in her mind....
That woman...apart from being pretty rude, she resembles someone I know! Oh yes!!!! I know now, it´s Haldin..she...she must be Telina Delvanni....his mother. Oh by Dibella, Zenithar...Azura....this just ain´t true! Why did she return? What does she want? I wish Serene was here...she´d look right though her
"I´m not as young as I look....and I guess that applies to you as well" she said coldly, she decided not to reveal that she knew who the woman was
Brianna, with Rahvin, not near the battleground
It was good to see the daylight again, she had no desire to get anywhere near the battle...yet. She took Rahvin´s hand and headed towards the Temple District. It was most likely they would find a temple servant who could perform the marriage, and that was her first wish now, to become the wife of Rahvin.
"Shall we, my love? I have the feeling we´ll have to hurry this, I don´t know but I think it´s vital"
OOC: I gather there is a Temple and that it´s still unharmed??? They better get married...soon!!
Telina, walls.
Telina raised an eyebrow at the girl beside her. "True, I'm definately not as young as I look", she said with a chuckle. "Telina Delvanni, by the way", she said, extending her right hand in the cutom western manner, as well as flinging an overcharged bolt of electrical energy at a nord soldier all dressed up in steel armor.
She looked down at the nord who had just kicked the bucket, "damn the doesn't look to good", she said, indicating the huge blisters of raw flesh that had been exposed due to the electrical energies, 'yet another reminder why I don't wear armour', she tought to herself.
OOC: Don't worry minque, Telina won't interfere with Bree's marriage to Rahvin (she's gotten over him remember). On another note, whatever happened to Haldin, I haven't used him in this story yet, but was planning on introducing him later on.
Salina, outside the city.
Salina, had been steadily follywing her sister lately, her sister who was still hell bent on killing her, 'as if' she sneered. And now her sister was in the imperial city who was being attacked by zombies, goblins and other general unpleasantness, perhaps she should help the attackers, it would certainly further her goals in offing her unpleasant sister.
She swept her hated gaze across the walls, until, she noticed Telina standing on one of them, with a cluster of other people, 'even better, I might smack more than one fly in one stroke', she smirked, before sending a huge explosive curse her sister had designed to smash apart stone walls, true she would definately have to send more than one against these walls to blow them apart, but the residents on the walls was another manner.
Telina
Telina who was still introducing herself, noticed the flux of magical energy heading towards them, "eh" was the most intelligent answer she could give, before pulling herself together enough to create a shield powerful enough to redirect the spell.
With a terrible bang the spell hit the shield before changing direction towards a wood some place away from the city.
Telina stumbled, the shield had cost her more than she would have like, growling she proceded to send a flurry of firebals out on the plains, hoping to hit her elusive sister. "TONIGHT YOU DIE SISTER", she yelled out.
OOC:Yes one of them will die during this battle.
James Pathertrory
James had been having a fine day, really, watching people hustle and bustle around the city to fight whomever it was that was attacking now, of course some of the defenders of the city just 'had' to tear down the building that was giving him his always important shade.
He grumbled for himself, and was about to relocate to another position, when a stone whacked him in the face, before continuing it's zoom towards the walls. Following the stone with his gaze, he could see a woman he faintly remembered having thought "the squirrel move" to a couple of years back when he had arrived at Tamriel. The woman directed the stones over to her, before dropping them to the ground.
Something else collided with his face, and soon he was coughing up large amounts of white feathers, 'why the hell did a bloody pidgeon decide to fly into my face' he thought angrily.
Looking around, he brushed the feathers off (image is important), "THATS IT, I'M BLOODY TIRED OF THIS' he yelled, before running over to the person who seemed to be in command.
"Okay, the sooner this bloody battle is over with, the soner I can go back to relaxing, or robbyng some poor noblemans house, just kidding about that last part...so what do I have to do", he practically yelled in Flogirs face, so fast he could barely register his words, and remembering his lack of respect James hastily added a sarcastic 'Sir' to him.
Salina, had been steadily follywing her sister lately, her sister who was still hell bent on killing her, 'as if' she sneered. And now her sister was in the imperial city who was being attacked by zombies, goblins and other general unpleasantness, perhaps she should help the attackers, it would certainly further her goals in offing her unpleasant sister.
She swept her hated gaze across the walls, until, she noticed Telina standing on one of them, with a cluster of other people, 'even better, I might smack more than one fly in one stroke', she smirked, before sending a huge explosive curse her sister had designed to smash apart stone walls, true she would definately have to send more than one against these walls to blow them apart, but the residents on the walls was another manner.
Telina
Telina who was still introducing herself, noticed the flux of magical energy heading towards them, "eh" was the most intelligent answer she could give, before pulling herself together enough to create a shield powerful enough to redirect the spell.
With a terrible bang the spell hit the shield before changing direction towards a wood some place away from the city.
Telina stumbled, the shield had cost her more than she would have like, growling she proceded to send a flurry of firebals out on the plains, hoping to hit her elusive sister. "TONIGHT YOU DIE SISTER", she yelled out.
OOC:Yes one of them will die during this battle.
James Pathertrory
James had been having a fine day, really, watching people hustle and bustle around the city to fight whomever it was that was attacking now, of course some of the defenders of the city just 'had' to tear down the building that was giving him his always important shade.
He grumbled for himself, and was about to relocate to another position, when a stone whacked him in the face, before continuing it's zoom towards the walls. Following the stone with his gaze, he could see a woman he faintly remembered having thought "the squirrel move" to a couple of years back when he had arrived at Tamriel. The woman directed the stones over to her, before dropping them to the ground.
Something else collided with his face, and soon he was coughing up large amounts of white feathers, 'why the hell did a bloody pidgeon decide to fly into my face' he thought angrily.
Looking around, he brushed the feathers off (image is important), "THATS IT, I'M BLOODY TIRED OF THIS' he yelled, before running over to the person who seemed to be in command.
"Okay, the sooner this bloody battle is over with, the soner I can go back to relaxing, or robbyng some poor noblemans house, just kidding about that last part...so what do I have to do", he practically yelled in Flogirs face, so fast he could barely register his words, and remembering his lack of respect James hastily added a sarcastic 'Sir' to him.
OCC: So Telina didn't notice Issac talking and also tossing spells at the Silhoutte's minions?
Ian
"Mannimarco is somewhere in the district." He replied, "Flogir accepted my offer to try and put him out of the picture. And in turn, Karn was willing to offer some of his followers to help."
After a moment passed, the vampire had a thought, What were they going to do in the Temple anyway? Then Ian noticed how they both smelled of each other, and the sewers, in addition to how they were together.
The vampire sighed, "So you wanted to get married in the middle of a very active armed conflict." It was a statement, an annoyed one at that. "If there are any priests, I think they are busy healing the woulded and making the dying more comfortable."
OOC: I'll just assume that Flogir allowed James to fight.
James, running.
James after getting his 'orders', he scoffed at the thought, he did what he wanted and nothing else, had raced off towards the temple area. As he was running, he was contemplating on what he should use, 'hmm, the bow...gah I lack poison for the arrows, alternatively I could always use some of the brandy bottles along with that weak fireball I learnt last week...naw I've yet to see what a double barrelled sawn-off shotgun can do in close quarters', after this disturbing train of thoughts, he loaded two of his precious cartridges into the gun, before giving it an almost loving pat.
He stopped in front of an imperial, who looked pale...decidedly pale 'must be a vamp then', "yo dude", he said, "are we gonna stand here like a pair of FNG's, or shall we go in there and split some wigs", he asked with a smirk, 'hah let's see if he can understand that...sometimes earths slang is too good to use'
OOC:Yes Telina did notice, however for some reason the multiquote thing didn't work. Now let's hope Ian doesn't get too big a headache, or try to kill poor James
BTW: James don't have many rounds left for his favourite weapon of destruction, so he wont use it too much.
James, running.
James after getting his 'orders', he scoffed at the thought, he did what he wanted and nothing else, had raced off towards the temple area. As he was running, he was contemplating on what he should use, 'hmm, the bow...gah I lack poison for the arrows, alternatively I could always use some of the brandy bottles along with that weak fireball I learnt last week...naw I've yet to see what a double barrelled sawn-off shotgun can do in close quarters', after this disturbing train of thoughts, he loaded two of his precious cartridges into the gun, before giving it an almost loving pat.
He stopped in front of an imperial, who looked pale...decidedly pale 'must be a vamp then', "yo dude", he said, "are we gonna stand here like a pair of FNG's, or shall we go in there and split some wigs", he asked with a smirk, 'hah let's see if he can understand that...sometimes earths slang is too good to use'
OOC:Yes Telina did notice, however for some reason the multiquote thing didn't work. Now let's hope Ian doesn't get too big a headache, or try to kill poor James
BTW: James don't have many rounds left for his favourite weapon of destruction, so he wont use it too much.
OCC: Okay, so she did notice but didn't reply to the unofficial "voice of reason" of the younger party members. Dang, I've got to go (Mom is present this morning and she isn't as lenient as Dad, especiialy since we've got a test at school).
Ian
He studied the boy who suddenly showed up. Ian strongly suppected there was some obscenity in the acronym, but didn't pay it much mind. "I don't know where you're intending to go, but we're about to leave."
Turning his attention back to Rahvin and Brianna, the vampire quipped slightly. "Whatever you two intend to do, don't start getting fatalistic, that's the job for realists, not lovers." He nodded to Cerpin and the Narza'Tai, and they all turned to the master of the gates.
Ian
He studied the boy who suddenly showed up. Ian strongly suppected there was some obscenity in the acronym, but didn't pay it much mind. "I don't know where you're intending to go, but we're about to leave."
Turning his attention back to Rahvin and Brianna, the vampire quipped slightly. "Whatever you two intend to do, don't start getting fatalistic, that's the job for realists, not lovers." He nodded to Cerpin and the Narza'Tai, and they all turned to the master of the gates.
Flint Ironwood.
The giant blast knocked most of them off their feet. Fortunately, the massive siege engines were far too....massive to be moved.
,,What the heck was that?" Flint grumbled as he jumped back up and dusted off his cloak. He then noticed a slight ache in the knee.
,,Gah, figures. Better not overdue it for the next few minutes." He then heard Telina's shouted threat and decided to intervene.
,,Odrik, there is an extremely dangerous mage on the loose. I..." He tried to tell the siege master. Odrik nodded and interupted the Breton with a few barked orders.
,,Hurry with the loading! Sand, bricks, shards of glass, anything that's painful and willing to fly! Spread your shots people, our target may or may not be invisible!"
Flint nodded with a wry grin.
,,Read my thoughts, I see. I doubt it will kill the mage, but it should distract her for a bit and give our mage a better chance. In the meantime, any other casualties are a nice bonus."
The giant blast knocked most of them off their feet. Fortunately, the massive siege engines were far too....massive to be moved.
,,What the heck was that?" Flint grumbled as he jumped back up and dusted off his cloak. He then noticed a slight ache in the knee.
,,Gah, figures. Better not overdue it for the next few minutes." He then heard Telina's shouted threat and decided to intervene.
,,Odrik, there is an extremely dangerous mage on the loose. I..." He tried to tell the siege master. Odrik nodded and interupted the Breton with a few barked orders.
,,Hurry with the loading! Sand, bricks, shards of glass, anything that's painful and willing to fly! Spread your shots people, our target may or may not be invisible!"
Flint nodded with a wry grin.
,,Read my thoughts, I see. I doubt it will kill the mage, but it should distract her for a bit and give our mage a better chance. In the meantime, any other casualties are a nice bonus."
Salina, cursing.
Salina swore again, who knew her sister could sling fireballs like there was no tomorrow. She growled as she sent a deadly withering curse against Telina, only for it to be reflected back, and hit an unfortunate Goblin who withered up in a few seconds.
She cursed again, as the eleventh fireball in six minutes so far, almost got her. She could also see the stupid Breton who had the intentions of distracting her, 'hah, better teach him a lesson', she tought as she flung a nasty fireball towards him, followed by an all but invisible bone shatter curse, smiling grimy she turned, only to have her eyes widen in shock as a fireball smacked her in the face.
Telina, smirking again.
Telina sniggered at her sisters face, true dunmer were highly resistant to fire, but when the fireballs came at the powerlevel that they were now, even dunmers would be in pain. Stopping her casting to regain her breath she looked down at her sister, who had been blasted into a pool of mud, "don't worry just put it on my tab sister", she laughed.
Her eyes widened though as Salinas next spell, knocked her off the battlements, straight towards a pile of hay, 'bugger', she tought, as she fell into the pile of hay. Spluttering and coughing she got out of the pile, before jumping up on the battlements again, looking throughly ruffled with hay sticking out the wierdest of places...she yelled a few obseneties, at her sister, before transforming a a log that was standing behind her sister, into one of her trusty golems.
The log grew, arms sprang out as well as thick broad legs, and a malformed head, filled with lines of sharp wooden teeth, with an unnatural roar it launched itself at her sister.
OOC: Uber maybe, this duel is supposed to be that.
Salina swore again, who knew her sister could sling fireballs like there was no tomorrow. She growled as she sent a deadly withering curse against Telina, only for it to be reflected back, and hit an unfortunate Goblin who withered up in a few seconds.
She cursed again, as the eleventh fireball in six minutes so far, almost got her. She could also see the stupid Breton who had the intentions of distracting her, 'hah, better teach him a lesson', she tought as she flung a nasty fireball towards him, followed by an all but invisible bone shatter curse, smiling grimy she turned, only to have her eyes widen in shock as a fireball smacked her in the face.
Telina, smirking again.
Telina sniggered at her sisters face, true dunmer were highly resistant to fire, but when the fireballs came at the powerlevel that they were now, even dunmers would be in pain. Stopping her casting to regain her breath she looked down at her sister, who had been blasted into a pool of mud, "don't worry just put it on my tab sister", she laughed.
Her eyes widened though as Salinas next spell, knocked her off the battlements, straight towards a pile of hay, 'bugger', she tought, as she fell into the pile of hay. Spluttering and coughing she got out of the pile, before jumping up on the battlements again, looking throughly ruffled with hay sticking out the wierdest of places...she yelled a few obseneties, at her sister, before transforming a a log that was standing behind her sister, into one of her trusty golems.
The log grew, arms sprang out as well as thick broad legs, and a malformed head, filled with lines of sharp wooden teeth, with an unnatural roar it launched itself at her sister.
OOC: Uber maybe, this duel is supposed to be that.
Dan, standing idly on the battlements
Damn, haven't these half-witted zombies heard of siege engines? Just standing idly in front of the city walls while getting slaughtered by the defenders won't really help you capture a city.
Dan was really anxious to actually do something in this fight, not just stand around while the wizards were blowing up everything that moved. Nevertheless, he did enjoy the spectacle of colours which he saw in front of him, colourful hazes springing up wherever the spell of a mage would hit its target. He could also see the wounded crawling around on the field, and healers treating them hastily in makeshift camps built to protect them from the onslaught ahead of them. Alas, all the grand panoply of war was arrayed in front of him.
As boredom started setting in, Dan started looking around for individual groups of soldiers running to actually face the enemy, not kill from a distance as the mages and archers did.
OOC: Is there someone Dan can follow into battle? Melee battle I mean. Someone other than that James guy however, his shotgun kind of kills suspension of disbelief.
Damn, haven't these half-witted zombies heard of siege engines? Just standing idly in front of the city walls while getting slaughtered by the defenders won't really help you capture a city.
Dan was really anxious to actually do something in this fight, not just stand around while the wizards were blowing up everything that moved. Nevertheless, he did enjoy the spectacle of colours which he saw in front of him, colourful hazes springing up wherever the spell of a mage would hit its target. He could also see the wounded crawling around on the field, and healers treating them hastily in makeshift camps built to protect them from the onslaught ahead of them. Alas, all the grand panoply of war was arrayed in front of him.
As boredom started setting in, Dan started looking around for individual groups of soldiers running to actually face the enemy, not kill from a distance as the mages and archers did.
OOC: Is there someone Dan can follow into battle? Melee battle I mean. Someone other than that James guy however, his shotgun kind of kills suspension of disbelief.
OOC: Haldin went back to Ald´ruhn with Serene after the children were born. He had a crush on her remember? Then he stayed in Sarethi Manor with Athyn, Serene and baby Satyana..and as far as I know he´s still there!
Satyana
Satyana decided to help Telina, especially since she understood it was Salina she was battling agsainst.
Slender and straight she suddenly appeared beside Telina, her left hand outstretched, and spoke a strange incantation:
"Brinn häxa, brinn till endast aska återstår av din ynkliga uppenbarelse..Brinn för allt ont du gjort, Brinn för att du förstört min syster"
A white flame emerged from her towards Salina.....
"I thought you could do with a little help Aunt Telina" she said dryly
OOC: Satyana just had to throw a Vomica Cruor.....she just learnt how!
Brianna with Rahvin and Ian
"Yes we´d like to get married, it´s a good thing to do when life is at stake, but you´re probably right, there will be no priests around" Brianna sighed and turned to Rahvin, squeezing his arm
QUOTE(minque @ Sep 25 2007, 07:22 PM)
Satyana
Satyana decided to help Telina, especially since she understood it was Salina she was battling agsainst.
Slender and straight she suddenly appeared beside Telina, her left hand outstretched, and spoke a strange incantation:
"Brinn häxa, brinn till endast aska återstår av din ynkliga uppenbarelse..Brinn för allt ont du gjort, Brinn för att du förstört min syster"
A white flame emerged from her towards Salina.....
"I thought you could do with a little help Aunt Telina" she said dryly
OOC: Satyana just had to throw a Vomica Cruor.....she just learnt how!
Brianna with Rahvin and Ian
"Yes we´d like to get married, it´s a good thing to do when life is at stake, but you´re probably right, there will be no priests around" Brianna sighed and turned to Rahvin, squeezing his arm
Telina, smiling.
"Thanks, Satyana", she said. "Last time I saw you, you were just a baby", she said with a smile, as she flung a frost spell so powerful, that it started snowing briefly where it flew.
Salina, cursing
Salina looked up at the spells coming towards her, she could feel the deadly effects of both spells, and decided to take the lesser of two evils. With a curse she jumped straight into the path of the frostspell, and was slammed to the ground.
She gasped for breath as she fueled all of her magical power into keeping her body alive, if the frost spell was allowed to rage freely in her system, she would be turned into a pile of ice in a matter of minutes. With a cry, she managed to stumble to her feet, before sening a combination of three powerful frostspells, followed by her most powerful fireball at the wall, and she watched satisfied, as it caused a breach some 8 feet wide and 12 feet tall, the enemy could now enter the city.
Telina again.
Telina cursed as she saw what happened, she turned briefly towards Satyana, a warm smile at her lips. "My sister is weak, I'll get her, should something happen, give my compliments to your mother", and with a last smile she turned o the spot, before reappearing behind Salina with an accompanying bang and a flash of light..."today we end this", she stated coldly to Salina, holding her sword challengly in front of her.
OOC: Okay ladies and gents, place your bets, who lives and who dies...only time shall tell.
Satyana
"Crap! It missed her" she muttered, then started focussing again, as far as she knew Serene hadn´t had any problem casting two VC after each other...
Now she was overestimating herself, apparently, since when she tried again to speak the incantation she suddenly was stricken by a huge fatigue...and fell to her knees.
"Aunt Telina! be careful! Don´t you dare die on me!"
She saved my mother´s life, for all it´s worth....hmm it is to Serene anyway
OOC: I put my survival-vote on Telina....after all she has got some powerful friends who eventually could ...help her
"Crap! It missed her" she muttered, then started focussing again, as far as she knew Serene hadn´t had any problem casting two VC after each other...
Now she was overestimating herself, apparently, since when she tried again to speak the incantation she suddenly was stricken by a huge fatigue...and fell to her knees.
"Aunt Telina! be careful! Don´t you dare die on me!"
She saved my mother´s life, for all it´s worth....hmm it is to Serene anyway
OOC: I put my survival-vote on Telina....after all she has got some powerful friends who eventually could ...help her
Flint Ironwood.
Flint dodged the fireball and vaulted off the walls, making the curse miss as well.
,,Wew, if I wasn't expecting that to happen, I would have been a goner." He muttered as he leaped back to his earlier position. Too soon, it seemed. The walls were breached.
,,Ah, crap." Was all the Breton had to say.
Odrik was a tad more eloquent, and more insulting. After spewing a couple of profanities, he took one large breath.
,,Take up arms! Loaders continue firing the engines. Everyone else, hold position!" He ordered. When Flint reappeared next to him, he cast a quick glance at his companion.
,,If we don't get some soldiers to hold the breach, we'll have to abandon my babies!" He howled. Already, the Silhouette's army had taken advantage of the confusion. Several ladders were being pulled up.
Flint saw a soldier retreat with a nasty gash on his right arm.
,,You, warn Flogir before you get medical attention. We need reinforcements!" He ordered the man and then jumped on top of the battlements. From there, he looked down before letting out a sigh.
,,Well, here goes nothing."
He spun his staff around above his head and then sweeped it across the wall, sending a large telekinetic wip at the ladders and the troops manning them. Only instead of pushing, the staff pulled!
,,Crap, crap.....crap again! This is so not my day!" Flint complained as he frantically dodged the ladders flying towards him, by jumping off the wall and landing in the middle of the opposing force.
,,Triple crap!" He gasped. A sword caught him across the chest and he heard the glass protecting his flesh crack. With a quick leap, he somersaulted out of the melee and fired a few small scale telekinetic darts randomly, compacked pockets of air that pierced through skin and muscle, yet only made a painful dent in steel.
Flint dodged the fireball and vaulted off the walls, making the curse miss as well.
,,Wew, if I wasn't expecting that to happen, I would have been a goner." He muttered as he leaped back to his earlier position. Too soon, it seemed. The walls were breached.
,,Ah, crap." Was all the Breton had to say.
Odrik was a tad more eloquent, and more insulting. After spewing a couple of profanities, he took one large breath.
,,Take up arms! Loaders continue firing the engines. Everyone else, hold position!" He ordered. When Flint reappeared next to him, he cast a quick glance at his companion.
,,If we don't get some soldiers to hold the breach, we'll have to abandon my babies!" He howled. Already, the Silhouette's army had taken advantage of the confusion. Several ladders were being pulled up.
Flint saw a soldier retreat with a nasty gash on his right arm.
,,You, warn Flogir before you get medical attention. We need reinforcements!" He ordered the man and then jumped on top of the battlements. From there, he looked down before letting out a sigh.
,,Well, here goes nothing."
He spun his staff around above his head and then sweeped it across the wall, sending a large telekinetic wip at the ladders and the troops manning them. Only instead of pushing, the staff pulled!
,,Crap, crap.....crap again! This is so not my day!" Flint complained as he frantically dodged the ladders flying towards him, by jumping off the wall and landing in the middle of the opposing force.
,,Triple crap!" He gasped. A sword caught him across the chest and he heard the glass protecting his flesh crack. With a quick leap, he somersaulted out of the melee and fired a few small scale telekinetic darts randomly, compacked pockets of air that pierced through skin and muscle, yet only made a painful dent in steel.
OCC: Updated Ian, now for Issac
Issac, walls with Telina and Satyana
Reflexively, he caught Satyana before she could crumble completely. Then when he had his wits about him again, Issac cast his best shield, the Silver Aegis. The shield was partially visible, forming an sphere with a diameter of nine feet.
"I'll stop spells and projectiles, but you can move freely in and out." The Altmer explained, three arrows bounced off of the shield. "Just don't take your time with this, I won't be able to keep this up for more than a few minutes."
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Sep 25 2007, 02:39 PM)
OCC: Okay, so she did notice but didn't reply to the unofficial "voice of reason" of the younger party members. Dang, I've got to go (Mom is present this morning and she isn't as lenient as Dad, especiialy since we've got a test at school).
Ian
He studied the boy who suddenly showed up. Ian strongly suppected there was some obscenity in the acronym, but didn't pay it much mind. "I don't know where you're intending to go, but we're about to leave."
Turning his attention back to Rahvin and Brianna, the vampire quipped slightly. "Whatever you two intend to do, don't start getting fatalistic, that's the job for realists, not lovers." He nodded to Cerpin and the Narza'Tai, and they all turned to the master of the gates.
James.
"Oh well, I guess there are a few suckers back where I came from that can get introduced to my shotgun", he said with a smirk, before turning around, and running full speed towards the breach in the wall.
Telina and Salina, duel.
Salina, who had just disposed of that wretched log golem, turned around to face Telina's challenge. She bowed, "very well sister, but don't expect a clean fight", she said, as she jumped up and slung two of her poisonous darts towards Telina.
Telina, as if having expected something like that, danced gracefully out of the way, before swinging her sword against Salina. Salina who had managed to get out her own sword, expertly blocked the strike, before breaking the sword lock, feinted left, and turned the faint into an actual lunge. Telina went for the faint, and cursed her stupidity when her sister's sword drew a thin line of blood across her stomach.
Telina used the advantage she had with her sisters sword being out of reach to block, and slammed her elbow into her sisters face.
Salina spat blood, as she got up from the ground, just to use both of her hands on her sword to block the massive overhead strike from Telina. She continued to fight, but the strike to her head made her dizzy.
Telina pressed on, sensing her sisters weakness pressed on.Switching to her highest level of speed, Telina was basically a blur as she rained down a series of slashes and lunges that all but drove Salina onto the ground with their intensity. Baring her teeth, the Salina countered viciously, and the pair struck a deadly dance across the blood-stained ground.
The attack pattern pounded hypnotically in Telina’s head, because while this particular attack was new, the rhythm of swordplay was as familiar to her now as breathing. Slash to the left, upper-cut, dodge, parry, thrust, parry, dodge, slash to the right, parry, sidestep…Salina, knowing that she was loosing shot a spell at Telina. A huge burst of frost energy flew from her hand, and continued as she poured more and more power into it.
Telina managed (barely) to fire her own firespell at her sister to stop the attack. The two spells met eachother halfway, and stopped, both pushing their lethal energies towards eachother. Both Telina and Salina gritted their teeth as they continued to force power into their spells, it was a battle of wills now, and Telina was slowly but surely winning, pushing her own spell, as well as Salina's back towards Salina.
With a groan Salina lost control, and the two spells slammed into her through her hastily erected shield, and threw her twenty feet away, where she landed on the ground unmoving. Telina smiled ruefully as she walked towards her sister, and as she looked down at her lifeless corpse she smiled, "well guess I won sister", she said as she stabbed her sword towards her sister.
Swift as a cat Salina turned around on her back, and stabbed the sper she had been gripping into Telinas chest, "I think not sister", she whispered to Telina, as her sister dropped to the ground, shocked at this new development.
Telina, watched as her sister walked away, 'she beat me, I cant believe it', she chuckled for herself, but the chuckle sounded more like a strangled sob, she could already feel her life ebbing away, and with a last effort, she broke the spear, and managed to teleport back to the wall, where she fell at Satyana and Issacs feet.
"I-Issac, give her this", she said to Issac, handing him a little book with a red leather bound cover, before she collapsed dead.
Dan, protecting the breach
As Dan stood on the wall, he could feel the very world being rocked apart and shattering beneath his feet. Before he could realize it, the section of wall he had been standing close to had crumbled under the force of a spell cast by an opposing mage. Dan quickly raised his sword, Balmung, then proceeded to run down to street level in order to defend the breach in the wall until more reinforcements could come.
Luckilly, he wasn't alone in this ordeal. When he reached the breach, he could see that the enemy had already swarmed all over the scattered pieces of stone and were already inside the city. He could also see a lone Breton mage holding the breach against the might of the enemy, casting spells left and right, ending life with rare grace.
With a war-cry Dan charged into the fray to help the mage. Other soldiers which had descended from the walls soon did the same, beggining a bloody melee with the forces of the Silhouette. Dan began the melee by savagely beheading a zombie in front of him, then punching a nearby goblin in the face. To Dan's surprise however, the zombie continued to lumber towards him. With a kick Dan sent the zombie to the ground. He then slashed his sword against the chest of a goblin scurrying towards the Breton. Dan then resumed the battle, swinging Balmung left and right like a man possesed. He did so until he realized that he had advanced far into the breach and had been surrounded by enemies. Looking in all directions he could see he was surrounded, thus he decided for a move of desperation. As all enemies suddenly charged him, he spinned Balmung as fast as he could when the enemy least expected it. His move was succesfull, killing several goblins and bandits which had charged him. Dan then kicked a bandit in the groin and slashed another over the face, shattering the bandit's helmet.
Dan then proceeded to quickly run back to where there were more of his allies, since the soldiers who had followed him into the breach were getting killed and surrounded in front of his eyes. As Dan ran, he could see one of his comrades being wrestled to the ground by goblins then bestially hacked apart by all manners of weapons. After quickly beheading one of the unsuspecting goblins then kicking another one to the ground, Dan continued to run back to the Breton mage.
"To savagery we shall respond in kind!" he shouted telepathically in the minds of all nearby soldiers, making them think a superior had barked out an order.
As Dan stood on the wall, he could feel the very world being rocked apart and shattering beneath his feet. Before he could realize it, the section of wall he had been standing close to had crumbled under the force of a spell cast by an opposing mage. Dan quickly raised his sword, Balmung, then proceeded to run down to street level in order to defend the breach in the wall until more reinforcements could come.
Luckilly, he wasn't alone in this ordeal. When he reached the breach, he could see that the enemy had already swarmed all over the scattered pieces of stone and were already inside the city. He could also see a lone Breton mage holding the breach against the might of the enemy, casting spells left and right, ending life with rare grace.
With a war-cry Dan charged into the fray to help the mage. Other soldiers which had descended from the walls soon did the same, beggining a bloody melee with the forces of the Silhouette. Dan began the melee by savagely beheading a zombie in front of him, then punching a nearby goblin in the face. To Dan's surprise however, the zombie continued to lumber towards him. With a kick Dan sent the zombie to the ground. He then slashed his sword against the chest of a goblin scurrying towards the Breton. Dan then resumed the battle, swinging Balmung left and right like a man possesed. He did so until he realized that he had advanced far into the breach and had been surrounded by enemies. Looking in all directions he could see he was surrounded, thus he decided for a move of desperation. As all enemies suddenly charged him, he spinned Balmung as fast as he could when the enemy least expected it. His move was succesfull, killing several goblins and bandits which had charged him. Dan then kicked a bandit in the groin and slashed another over the face, shattering the bandit's helmet.
Dan then proceeded to quickly run back to where there were more of his allies, since the soldiers who had followed him into the breach were getting killed and surrounded in front of his eyes. As Dan ran, he could see one of his comrades being wrestled to the ground by goblins then bestially hacked apart by all manners of weapons. After quickly beheading one of the unsuspecting goblins then kicking another one to the ground, Dan continued to run back to the Breton mage.
"To savagery we shall respond in kind!" he shouted telepathically in the minds of all nearby soldiers, making them think a superior had barked out an order.
James.
James came just in time to hear Dan's message, 'what the bloody hell is he talkin in my head for?'. Standing beside the soliers, he decided to throw a pirete warcry out, 'after all it's bound to cunfuse these suckers right'.
"Die ye scallywags", he shouted as he fired his double barreled sawn-off shotgun, into the masses of zombies and other stuff. The noise was a bit louder than he expected, and je jumped, propably just as high as everyone else.
With a deft wrist movement he had cocked it open, and replaced the cartridges, with another movement, he had it ready to fire again, which he deftly did, hummying to an iron maiden song.
OOC. as you can see he's not the most stabile person.
James came just in time to hear Dan's message, 'what the bloody hell is he talkin in my head for?'. Standing beside the soliers, he decided to throw a pirete warcry out, 'after all it's bound to cunfuse these suckers right'.
"Die ye scallywags", he shouted as he fired his double barreled sawn-off shotgun, into the masses of zombies and other stuff. The noise was a bit louder than he expected, and je jumped, propably just as high as everyone else.
With a deft wrist movement he had cocked it open, and replaced the cartridges, with another movement, he had it ready to fire again, which he deftly did, hummying to an iron maiden song.
OOC. as you can see he's not the most stabile person.
OCC: what's supposed the book supposed to be.
Issac
What part of his mind had not been consumed by maintaining the Aegis was intently drawn to the Delvanni duel. When Salina first stabbed Talina with the spear, all of his concentration melted away, and the Aegis collapsed.
Finally, the Altmer had his mind back just as Telina teleported back to them. Issac took the small book with his free hand numbly, he lingered on the Dunmer's corpse for a few extra seconds, still stunned that she was dead.
Then he cast away all the grief and shock, he placed the book in his satchel so he could get Satyana, who was still exhausted, to a more quiet place.
Issac
What part of his mind had not been consumed by maintaining the Aegis was intently drawn to the Delvanni duel. When Salina first stabbed Talina with the spear, all of his concentration melted away, and the Aegis collapsed.
Finally, the Altmer had his mind back just as Telina teleported back to them. Issac took the small book with his free hand numbly, he lingered on the Dunmer's corpse for a few extra seconds, still stunned that she was dead.
Then he cast away all the grief and shock, he placed the book in his satchel so he could get Satyana, who was still exhausted, to a more quiet place.
OOC: You just have to wait and see Rev, although minque knows it.
James.
James was facing a large dilemma, on one side, he was happy by blasting holes in zombies and goblins. On the other he was really considering making a run for it, after all it wouldn't do to good to get killed now would it. and lastly he needed a drink.
Aiming down the sight, he shot a round towards a big nord, who was rallying some goblins around him. His entire neck, and parts of the shoulder region was torn into gory shreds, while two of the goblins fell to the ground, holding their faces where they had been hit.
'Now about that drink', James reminded himself. While shoting his second round into an unfortunate zombie he took a deep gulp of his flask of cyrodiilic brandy, 'shame that I must waste the rest', James retreated back to the relative safety of the place in the breach that had most soldiers.
With a smirk, he dropped quite a few small rocks into the large bottle, before rippin off a piece of fabric from a dead soldiers shirt, he drenched it with some more brandy before putting it into the entrance of the bottle, 'I just love molotov cocktail look-alikes', he grinned, before using a nearby torch to light the drnched cloth before throwing the bottle into the masses pouring into the breach.
While waiting for the innevitable explosion James reloaded his gun again. before swapping it with his bow.
OOC:burn baby burn:D
Also, if anyone wants to revenge Telina by killing her sister, just say it, and i'll draw on it to see who get's the lucky job of killing her
James.
James was facing a large dilemma, on one side, he was happy by blasting holes in zombies and goblins. On the other he was really considering making a run for it, after all it wouldn't do to good to get killed now would it. and lastly he needed a drink.
Aiming down the sight, he shot a round towards a big nord, who was rallying some goblins around him. His entire neck, and parts of the shoulder region was torn into gory shreds, while two of the goblins fell to the ground, holding their faces where they had been hit.
'Now about that drink', James reminded himself. While shoting his second round into an unfortunate zombie he took a deep gulp of his flask of cyrodiilic brandy, 'shame that I must waste the rest', James retreated back to the relative safety of the place in the breach that had most soldiers.
With a smirk, he dropped quite a few small rocks into the large bottle, before rippin off a piece of fabric from a dead soldiers shirt, he drenched it with some more brandy before putting it into the entrance of the bottle, 'I just love molotov cocktail look-alikes', he grinned, before using a nearby torch to light the drnched cloth before throwing the bottle into the masses pouring into the breach.
While waiting for the innevitable explosion James reloaded his gun again. before swapping it with his bow.
OOC:burn baby burn:D
Also, if anyone wants to revenge Telina by killing her sister, just say it, and i'll draw on it to see who get's the lucky job of killing her
Dan, near the breach
As Dan stood beside the breach, hewing a Nord which had eluded his every blow, he looked up to the walls, to see if they had been taken as well. There was slaughter all about the battlements, yet he could notice two figures stand out amongst the others locked in a clash of life and death.
An Altmer who seemed to be another one of the mages by the look of him was caring for one of the fallen, yet Dan could recognize the fallen figure. It was that of the Dunmer with which he had spoken earlier. As he saw her, dead on the ramparts, a fury grew in Dan as there had not been seen since the ages of myth when the Nords first took Skyrim. He wildly charged the crowd of enemies, shouting telepathically in their minds. As he shouted, some of the enemies even dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, shielding their ears from a sound which never came. Dan lopped their heads off with amazing speed. Blood-soaked, he went on, swinging Balmung left and right, slaying many a foe. He did so until he himself was surrounded, and a goblin grabbed his leg then started stabbing it wildly. Dan slew the beast, then shattered the helmet of a Nord charging towards him. It was by pure luck that Dan had struck the Nord first. Regardless, Dan had been surrounded and his enemies soon wrestled him to the ground.
Even on the ground, Dan still fought them like a beast, wringing the throat of a goblin which had climbed over him. He then started clawing at his foes as they tried to imobilise and kill him. There was savagery on both sides, yet not enough on the side of the defenders of the Imperial City sadly. As Dan fought with his foes, a prayer went into his mind for the soul of the Dunmer whose name he never knew.
OOC: Can someone save Dan? I wouldn't want him to die like this.
As Dan stood beside the breach, hewing a Nord which had eluded his every blow, he looked up to the walls, to see if they had been taken as well. There was slaughter all about the battlements, yet he could notice two figures stand out amongst the others locked in a clash of life and death.
An Altmer who seemed to be another one of the mages by the look of him was caring for one of the fallen, yet Dan could recognize the fallen figure. It was that of the Dunmer with which he had spoken earlier. As he saw her, dead on the ramparts, a fury grew in Dan as there had not been seen since the ages of myth when the Nords first took Skyrim. He wildly charged the crowd of enemies, shouting telepathically in their minds. As he shouted, some of the enemies even dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, shielding their ears from a sound which never came. Dan lopped their heads off with amazing speed. Blood-soaked, he went on, swinging Balmung left and right, slaying many a foe. He did so until he himself was surrounded, and a goblin grabbed his leg then started stabbing it wildly. Dan slew the beast, then shattered the helmet of a Nord charging towards him. It was by pure luck that Dan had struck the Nord first. Regardless, Dan had been surrounded and his enemies soon wrestled him to the ground.
Even on the ground, Dan still fought them like a beast, wringing the throat of a goblin which had climbed over him. He then started clawing at his foes as they tried to imobilise and kill him. There was savagery on both sides, yet not enough on the side of the defenders of the Imperial City sadly. As Dan fought with his foes, a prayer went into his mind for the soul of the Dunmer whose name he never knew.
OOC: Can someone save Dan? I wouldn't want him to die like this.
OOC. Sure.
James, to the rescue
james watched fascinated as an old man took off like a bloody madman, and in order to help the poor bugger 'not that I care of course, I never care', he told himself, as he fired a few arrows into the oncoming suckers.
Of curse he swore enough to make a pirate blush when the old man got himself beaten down, and the enemy immedeately started piling onto him. James was just about to try and help the old bugger when his bottle of cyrodiliic brandy exploded. The explosion was big enough to cover quite many in burning flames, and the small rocks in the bottle flew in all directions, killing or otherwise wounding the enemy.
Seeing that the man was still on the ground James swore. "Damn you you old bugger, watch yourself next time", he yelled as he ran towards Dan. With a small push on the trigger, he blasted a zombie off Dan, and he grabbed him, and started dragging him back towards the defenders.
"NExt time don't take off like a bloody hero you old goat, I might not be here next time", he snapped at Dan, as he fired another round that blasted a goblins torso to shreds.
James, to the rescue
james watched fascinated as an old man took off like a bloody madman, and in order to help the poor bugger 'not that I care of course, I never care', he told himself, as he fired a few arrows into the oncoming suckers.
Of curse he swore enough to make a pirate blush when the old man got himself beaten down, and the enemy immedeately started piling onto him. James was just about to try and help the old bugger when his bottle of cyrodiliic brandy exploded. The explosion was big enough to cover quite many in burning flames, and the small rocks in the bottle flew in all directions, killing or otherwise wounding the enemy.
Seeing that the man was still on the ground James swore. "Damn you you old bugger, watch yourself next time", he yelled as he ran towards Dan. With a small push on the trigger, he blasted a zombie off Dan, and he grabbed him, and started dragging him back towards the defenders.
"NExt time don't take off like a bloody hero you old goat, I might not be here next time", he snapped at Dan, as he fired another round that blasted a goblins torso to shreds.
Dan, on the ground, rather wounded
As Dan prepared to die, he was surprised by an explosion which sent shards of glass in every direction, killing or otherwise wounding most of his enemies. He was surprised he didn't die from the blast, yet a zombie was still on top of him, trying to rip out his throat. Dan struggled with the zombie but he could feel his old arms losing the strength they had when his anger was still present.
Dan you old fool look what you've done! That Dunmer got killed and now you've almost went and done the same thing!
Before he could die however, the zombie was blasted off him as if a powerful spell had hit it. Dan looked left and right but all he could see in the fray was a Breton-like man standing besides him with a strange looking staff with two holes at the end in his hand.
Bless these mages and their spells!
The man then dragged him away from the fray, scolding him because of his temporary courage and warning him that he might not be there the next time. Dan hoped there wouldn't be a next time. After the man dragged him away from the battle near the breach, Dan started telepathically calling for a healer. He had a painful stab wound in the leg from the goblin which grabbed him and a lot of smaller gashes and cuts from various weapons all across his body. All in all, Dan's charge had cost him dearly. If a healer wasn't close by he could very well die because of his wounds.
That didn't change things however. The Dunmer was still dead, the breach was still being contended and Dan was still alive.
OOC: I would volunteer Dan to avenge Telina, but based on the fact that Telina was an uber mage which could turn stones into weapons, I don't think Dan would really be a chalenge for Salina.
As Dan prepared to die, he was surprised by an explosion which sent shards of glass in every direction, killing or otherwise wounding most of his enemies. He was surprised he didn't die from the blast, yet a zombie was still on top of him, trying to rip out his throat. Dan struggled with the zombie but he could feel his old arms losing the strength they had when his anger was still present.
Dan you old fool look what you've done! That Dunmer got killed and now you've almost went and done the same thing!
Before he could die however, the zombie was blasted off him as if a powerful spell had hit it. Dan looked left and right but all he could see in the fray was a Breton-like man standing besides him with a strange looking staff with two holes at the end in his hand.
Bless these mages and their spells!
The man then dragged him away from the fray, scolding him because of his temporary courage and warning him that he might not be there the next time. Dan hoped there wouldn't be a next time. After the man dragged him away from the battle near the breach, Dan started telepathically calling for a healer. He had a painful stab wound in the leg from the goblin which grabbed him and a lot of smaller gashes and cuts from various weapons all across his body. All in all, Dan's charge had cost him dearly. If a healer wasn't close by he could very well die because of his wounds.
That didn't change things however. The Dunmer was still dead, the breach was still being contended and Dan was still alive.
OOC: I would volunteer Dan to avenge Telina, but based on the fact that Telina was an uber mage which could turn stones into weapons, I don't think Dan would really be a chalenge for Salina.
James, in the fight again.
James looked down at the man he had just dragged out from certain death, shaking his head at the man's stupidness. That leg of his looked pretty badly, although James had just the thing. Taking out his makeshift bandage (rally just a long roll of cloth that he uses to bing his wounds with), he started to roll it around Dan's wounded leg, keeping it as tight as possible.
Afte he had finished pathcing him up (temporarily), he handed him a bottle of Flin. "should help for the pain a bit, although I expect full payment for it", he said, before turning back to the fight with his bow in his hand again, only to come face to face with a nord.
Reacting on instinct he did the first thing that came to his mind...he punched him in the face. The nord stumbled backwards, as he spat blood and teeth. "I'm gonna kill ye whelp", he yelled.
'The man's got balls', James tought as he jumped forward and performed his famous "squirrel move", by ramming his knee in the nord's groin, the nord went red first before changing to a deathly pale, as he fell to the ground with a silent scream holding his nether region...'correction the man had balls' he sniggered. As he nocked an arrow to the string he gave the nord another kick in his family jewels, pleased as the nrod gave a small wimper, he fired an arrow that plunged into the tigh of a goblin.
Salina, getting boosted.
Salina who was still dead tired after the fight with her sister...'make that ex-sister', she giggled. She growled in annoyance as she forced down a couple of healing potions, as well as a few potions to bring her magic levels up to par again, feeling rejuvinated she started her walk towards the breach, fling a few fireballs at the people standing on the walls for good measure.
James looked down at the man he had just dragged out from certain death, shaking his head at the man's stupidness. That leg of his looked pretty badly, although James had just the thing. Taking out his makeshift bandage (rally just a long roll of cloth that he uses to bing his wounds with), he started to roll it around Dan's wounded leg, keeping it as tight as possible.
Afte he had finished pathcing him up (temporarily), he handed him a bottle of Flin. "should help for the pain a bit, although I expect full payment for it", he said, before turning back to the fight with his bow in his hand again, only to come face to face with a nord.
Reacting on instinct he did the first thing that came to his mind...he punched him in the face. The nord stumbled backwards, as he spat blood and teeth. "I'm gonna kill ye whelp", he yelled.
'The man's got balls', James tought as he jumped forward and performed his famous "squirrel move", by ramming his knee in the nord's groin, the nord went red first before changing to a deathly pale, as he fell to the ground with a silent scream holding his nether region...'correction the man had balls' he sniggered. As he nocked an arrow to the string he gave the nord another kick in his family jewels, pleased as the nrod gave a small wimper, he fired an arrow that plunged into the tigh of a goblin.
Salina, getting boosted.
Salina who was still dead tired after the fight with her sister...'make that ex-sister', she giggled. She growled in annoyance as she forced down a couple of healing potions, as well as a few potions to bring her magic levels up to par again, feeling rejuvinated she started her walk towards the breach, fling a few fireballs at the people standing on the walls for good measure.
Dan, down on the ground
If he expects me to pay for this flin, he's going to have to see me after the war's over.
Dan took a well earned sip out of the bottle of flin he had just received from the Breton-like man which saved his life. One thing Dan kept forgetting to ask for was people's names. Either that or they wouldn't give him his name because of various reasons. Still, the man's kindness was unbelievable and Dan wouldn't forget it.
Yet despite his gratitude, he was in no shape to hold the breach anymore, unless a healer were to help him heal his wounds. As he looked around, Dan could see a brown robed fellow running back and forth from the edge of the battle, with bottles in his hands. They seemed to be healing potions so that Dan supposed the man was a healer. With one telepathic shout Dan called the man over to him. He came, after realizing where the sound was coming from.
"Please help me, I'm wounded badly." Dan said telepathically.
"Yeah, I noticed the flin." the healer said rather mockingly.
"Are you going to leave me die here or what? We need all the help we can get." Dan said rather angrily.
The healer was reminded of his profession by Dan's telepathic message. Hastily, he gave Dan a few gulps from a healing potion which Dan washed down with sips of flin.
"That should heal most of your superficial wounds, yet that leg will heal harder. The blade went in rather deep. Try not to over-exert your leg or it might end up worse." the healer said as he left Dan's side to care for the other wounded.
As Dan was left alone once again, he stood quietly and meditated on how the battle had gone until his sudden charge into the enemy ranks. The coallition defending the Imperial City was losing ground to the hosts of the mysterious Silhouette, and the breach had nearly been lost. If reinforcements would not arrive soon, the enemy would probably capture the walls and the siege engines as well. Dan tried to get some rest despite the constant sounds of weapons clashing and men shouting.
If he expects me to pay for this flin, he's going to have to see me after the war's over.
Dan took a well earned sip out of the bottle of flin he had just received from the Breton-like man which saved his life. One thing Dan kept forgetting to ask for was people's names. Either that or they wouldn't give him his name because of various reasons. Still, the man's kindness was unbelievable and Dan wouldn't forget it.
Yet despite his gratitude, he was in no shape to hold the breach anymore, unless a healer were to help him heal his wounds. As he looked around, Dan could see a brown robed fellow running back and forth from the edge of the battle, with bottles in his hands. They seemed to be healing potions so that Dan supposed the man was a healer. With one telepathic shout Dan called the man over to him. He came, after realizing where the sound was coming from.
"Please help me, I'm wounded badly." Dan said telepathically.
"Yeah, I noticed the flin." the healer said rather mockingly.
"Are you going to leave me die here or what? We need all the help we can get." Dan said rather angrily.
The healer was reminded of his profession by Dan's telepathic message. Hastily, he gave Dan a few gulps from a healing potion which Dan washed down with sips of flin.
"That should heal most of your superficial wounds, yet that leg will heal harder. The blade went in rather deep. Try not to over-exert your leg or it might end up worse." the healer said as he left Dan's side to care for the other wounded.
As Dan was left alone once again, he stood quietly and meditated on how the battle had gone until his sudden charge into the enemy ranks. The coallition defending the Imperial City was losing ground to the hosts of the mysterious Silhouette, and the breach had nearly been lost. If reinforcements would not arrive soon, the enemy would probably capture the walls and the siege engines as well. Dan tried to get some rest despite the constant sounds of weapons clashing and men shouting.
James.
James who had now run out of arrows, had switched to two of his cozy daggers, and he ran towards the enemy, ducking under a swipe he stabbed both daggers into the stomach of the goblin, before twisting and withdrawing them.
With a cry he turned back towards the enemy, only to face three rather large angry burly nords in orcish armour, taking one looka at them he came to a decision. "F*** THIS", he yelled, as he ran back to the relative safety of the back ranks, spotting the old man who had HIS bottle of Flin, he extended his hand..."cough up my money you old goat".
OOC: yes he's deliberately being rude.
James who had now run out of arrows, had switched to two of his cozy daggers, and he ran towards the enemy, ducking under a swipe he stabbed both daggers into the stomach of the goblin, before twisting and withdrawing them.
With a cry he turned back towards the enemy, only to face three rather large angry burly nords in orcish armour, taking one looka at them he came to a decision. "F*** THIS", he yelled, as he ran back to the relative safety of the back ranks, spotting the old man who had HIS bottle of Flin, he extended his hand..."cough up my money you old goat".
OOC: yes he's deliberately being rude.
Dan, annoyed by James
"See me after the war." Dan replied telepathically.
Despite the man had the nature of a ruffian about him, Dan could see he was good-hearted deep down. If he wasn't, he could have just minded his own business and left him there for dead. Or perhaps Dan had had too much flin. Nevertheless, he extended his hand holding the bottle of flin offering it back to the man.
"Have your flin back and tell me your name brave warrior. My family would honour you for saving my life, if only I had one." Dan said with certain sadness, being reminded of his family, which had been slaughtered by outlaws many years ago.
"See me after the war." Dan replied telepathically.
Despite the man had the nature of a ruffian about him, Dan could see he was good-hearted deep down. If he wasn't, he could have just minded his own business and left him there for dead. Or perhaps Dan had had too much flin. Nevertheless, he extended his hand holding the bottle of flin offering it back to the man.
"Have your flin back and tell me your name brave warrior. My family would honour you for saving my life, if only I had one." Dan said with certain sadness, being reminded of his family, which had been slaughtered by outlaws many years ago.
QUOTE(Agent Griff @ Sep 26 2007, 09:31 PM)
Dan, annoyed by James
"See me after the war." Dan replied telepathically.
Despite the man had the nature of a ruffian about him, Dan could see he was good-hearted deep down. If he wasn't, he could have just minded his own business and left him there for dead. Or perhaps Dan had had too much flin. Nevertheless, he extended his hand holding the bottle of flin offering it back to the man.
"Have your flin back and tell me your name brave warrior. My family would honour you for saving my life, if only I had one." Dan said with certain sadness, being reminded of his family, which had been slaughtered by outlaws many years ago.
James, laughing
James grudgingly took the bottle back, muttering about 'stupid old goats...cheap bloody freeloaders...costs a fortune with a drink today', that was until hr caught the last part of what had been said. "Brave warrior", he laughed, "oh my god I haven't had this good a laugh since I was eleven, and my current guardians tried to convience the police I was a misunderstood shy innocent boy after setting our school on fire", he continued to snigger.
Briefly gaining control again he grasped the old man's hand. "James Pathertrory, rude, sarcastic absolutely gorgeous criminally insane boy with slightly pyromaniac tendencies", said before succumbing to giggles...very manly giggles they were.
With a last laugh, he took out one of the precious few sigarettes he had left, and lighted it with a nearby torch, tdrawing in a large breath, he turned to Dan again. "So care to enlighten me why you took off like a bloody madman, after all man your age should watch himself, brittle bones and all".
"And about family, well I guess I know how you feel dawg, mine's was killed when I was nine, been chasing after the stupid mobsters ever since I turned eleven...'course I never could stay anyone place long after that, they kinda dont like it when you throw a homemade grenade at them", he added with a sigh, 'those were the days, me and 'uncle' Jimmy chasing down mobsters all around the place'.
OOC: Jimmy was the guy who taught James how to fight dirty, and all other tricks he know.
Dan
Hm, I'm actually beggining to like this boy. He reminds me of myself when I was young.
"Glad to make your acquaintance lad. James is it? A good, powerful name. Kind of like Dan. By the way, I don't think I've presented myself. The name's Dan, though some have called me Dan the Tongueless. I've made sure those people have lost more than their tongues however." Dan said with a glare.
He got pretty upset whenever someone reminded him he didn't have a tongue. Even though he had lived without his tongue for quite some time he had never really gotten used to it. He had never really felt as if the tongue wasn't there in the first place, like some people do after they've lost a leg or an arm and come to terms with it. Still, he had found someone who had lost someone as well. Something just as dear.
"To tell you why I ran off like that. I remember pretty clearly that I was looking at the walls, and had seen someone who was somewhat dear to me drop dead. Afterwards everything was a blur. Then your explosion woke me up. Quite some spells you're packing, James." Dan said with a purely Nordic laugh. Only Nords could laugh at things like this.
Hm, I'm actually beggining to like this boy. He reminds me of myself when I was young.
"Glad to make your acquaintance lad. James is it? A good, powerful name. Kind of like Dan. By the way, I don't think I've presented myself. The name's Dan, though some have called me Dan the Tongueless. I've made sure those people have lost more than their tongues however." Dan said with a glare.
He got pretty upset whenever someone reminded him he didn't have a tongue. Even though he had lived without his tongue for quite some time he had never really gotten used to it. He had never really felt as if the tongue wasn't there in the first place, like some people do after they've lost a leg or an arm and come to terms with it. Still, he had found someone who had lost someone as well. Something just as dear.
"To tell you why I ran off like that. I remember pretty clearly that I was looking at the walls, and had seen someone who was somewhat dear to me drop dead. Afterwards everything was a blur. Then your explosion woke me up. Quite some spells you're packing, James." Dan said with a purely Nordic laugh. Only Nords could laugh at things like this.
QUOTE(Agent Griff @ Sep 26 2007, 10:01 PM)
Dan
Hm, I'm actually beggining to like this boy. He reminds me of myself when I was young.
"Glad to make your acquaintance lad. James is it? A good, powerful name. Kind of like Dan. By the way, I don't think I've presented myself. The name's Dan, though some have called me Dan the Tongueless. I've made sure those people have lost more than their tongues however." Dan said with a glare.
He got pretty upset whenever someone reminded him he didn't have a tongue. Even though he had lived without his tongue for quite some time he had never really gotten used to it. He had never really felt as if the tongue wasn't there in the first place, like some people do after they've lost a leg or an arm and come to terms with it. Still, he had found someone who had lost someone as well. Something just as dear.
"To tell you why I ran off like that. I remember pretty clearly that I was looking at the walls, and had seen someone who was somewhat dear to me drop dead. Afterwards everything was a blur. Then your explosion woke me up. Quite some spells you're packing, James." Dan said with a purely Nordic laugh. Only Nords could laugh at things like this.
James.
'Damn old coot's actually starting to warm up on me'. "So Dan was it, ah well, I guess I wont be making fun of you lacking a tongue, after all I rather keep myself in a fine shape mind you", he said with a grin.
"And...well, I guess I understand why you took off like that, I did something similar when I was eleven...after I burned down the school that is", he said with a trange half sob-half laugh 'damn I'm in the middle of a bloody fight and I'm having an emo moment', he cursed for himself.
"And the stuff I did wasn't spells, here", he said patting his shotgun, "this is a shotgun, which shoots a small cartridge with dozens of small metal balls capable of blowing a hole twice as big as a mans head in someone, and the other thing I did, was just to add a little bit of cloth to a bottle of brandy to use as a fuse, before lighting it and throwing it away...makes a pretty good boom", he finished...'if that doesn't confuse him I'll actually admit to him that he's warming up to me'
Flint Ironwood.
The flurry of jumps and spells had left him tired and dizzy. On top of that, his chest hurt with every breath he took.
,,That's gonna be one huge bruise. No broken ribs, fortunately." He noted. He could see the battle was going badly. Not only was the breach being conquered, more and more ladders rose up to the walls.
,,Hey, Odrik! We're not doing very well here!" Flint shouted over the chaos. The Bruman didn't acknowledge the man's words. Instead he cast a glance at the battlefield, cleaved the skull of a bandit and pushed away a ladder, took another glance, then turned towards his crew with a look of resignation.
,,Alright fellas! Sparky, you still around?!" He yelled.
The single mage bounded up to his leader, escorted by four soldiers holding pikes.
,,Present, sir!" Odrik nodded, grim.
,,Alright. Cancel the ward on the first Siege engine. We'll push it off the wall and let it explode. Let's hope it brings us a bit of a breather." He ordered.
And so it was done. With combined effort, the Siege crew somehow managed to hold their position for the moment while sacrificing one of their mighty engines of destruction. The heavy construct toppled over the walls, crashing down into the mob below. Barely a moment after, the spells it had been enchanted with detonated, sending a hail of burning wood everywhere in a horizontally expanding ring.
Flint stood on the walls, trying to rest as much as he could before his section came under attack again.
,,Wow, I definitely didn't expect him to do that." He muttered. Odrik had turned away from his men and rushed to wipe off his tears.
,,Ah, Meimi. I'll miss you, dear."
OOC: Yup, the guy cries over a Trebuchet.
The flurry of jumps and spells had left him tired and dizzy. On top of that, his chest hurt with every breath he took.
,,That's gonna be one huge bruise. No broken ribs, fortunately." He noted. He could see the battle was going badly. Not only was the breach being conquered, more and more ladders rose up to the walls.
,,Hey, Odrik! We're not doing very well here!" Flint shouted over the chaos. The Bruman didn't acknowledge the man's words. Instead he cast a glance at the battlefield, cleaved the skull of a bandit and pushed away a ladder, took another glance, then turned towards his crew with a look of resignation.
,,Alright fellas! Sparky, you still around?!" He yelled.
The single mage bounded up to his leader, escorted by four soldiers holding pikes.
,,Present, sir!" Odrik nodded, grim.
,,Alright. Cancel the ward on the first Siege engine. We'll push it off the wall and let it explode. Let's hope it brings us a bit of a breather." He ordered.
And so it was done. With combined effort, the Siege crew somehow managed to hold their position for the moment while sacrificing one of their mighty engines of destruction. The heavy construct toppled over the walls, crashing down into the mob below. Barely a moment after, the spells it had been enchanted with detonated, sending a hail of burning wood everywhere in a horizontally expanding ring.
Flint stood on the walls, trying to rest as much as he could before his section came under attack again.
,,Wow, I definitely didn't expect him to do that." He muttered. Odrik had turned away from his men and rushed to wipe off his tears.
,,Ah, Meimi. I'll miss you, dear."
OOC: Yup, the guy cries over a Trebuchet.
OOC: I think Satyana should do it! I mean as she gets that book.....hmmm yeah, I definitely think Satyana should do it! Or Issac?
Satyana
Satyana rose her head just in time to watch Salina push that spear into Telina´s chest.....
"NOOOO!" she cried out loud
Issac....tell me this isn´t happening, tell me it´s that cursed with who died, not Aunt Telina
Satyana
Satyana rose her head just in time to watch Salina push that spear into Telina´s chest.....
"NOOOO!" she cried out loud
Issac....tell me this isn´t happening, tell me it´s that cursed with who died, not Aunt Telina
OCC: Well, I'm too lazy to change that (sue me). I'll move the Plys'Iea over since Ian and a bunch of armed people are going after Mannimarco (Curse you Priest, even after you're birthday you're still gone).
Someone needs to take Mannimarco or a good deal isn't going to get done.
Plys'Iea
Reverberations from the nearby battle caught the alien's attention. Cautiously, he made his way in the direction of the gates. With his spines he felt the explosions and whooses of powerful spells, and then "saw" one Dunmer woman thrust a spear into another.
Lowering himself to all fours, he scrambled around the pieces of masonry and rubble toward the fighting. From behind the bloodied elven woman, he rose up his angular snake-like head two full heads higher than hers.
The warrior snorted, "A fine kill." The short phrase was a heavy hiss, one of the few snippets of Tamrielic he could manage. "If only the others were like you," He switched to Argonian, holding little hope the Dunmer would be able to understand.
Someone needs to take Mannimarco or a good deal isn't going to get done.
Plys'Iea
Reverberations from the nearby battle caught the alien's attention. Cautiously, he made his way in the direction of the gates. With his spines he felt the explosions and whooses of powerful spells, and then "saw" one Dunmer woman thrust a spear into another.
Lowering himself to all fours, he scrambled around the pieces of masonry and rubble toward the fighting. From behind the bloodied elven woman, he rose up his angular snake-like head two full heads higher than hers.
The warrior snorted, "A fine kill." The short phrase was a heavy hiss, one of the few snippets of Tamrielic he could manage. "If only the others were like you," He switched to Argonian, holding little hope the Dunmer would be able to understand.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Sep 27 2007, 03:48 AM)
OCC: Well, I'm too lazy to change that (sue me). I'll move the Plys'Iea over since Ian and a bunch of armed people are going after Mannimarco (Curse you Priest, even after you're birthday you're still gone).
Someone needs to take Mannimarco or a good deal isn't going to get done.
Plys'Iea
Reverberations from the nearby battle caught the alien's attention. Cautiously, he made his way in the direction of the gates. With his spines he felt the explosions and whooses of powerful spells, and then "saw" one Dunmer woman thrust a spear into another.
Lowering himself to all fours, he scrambled around the pieces of masonry and rubble toward the fighting. From behind the bloodied elven woman, he rose up his angular snake-like head two full heads higher than hers.
The warrior snorted, "A fine kill." The short phrase was a heavy hiss, one of the few snippets of Tamrielic he could manage. "If only the others were like you," He switched to Argonian, holding little hope the Dunmer would be able to understand.
Salina.
Salina looked at the large figure before her. Raising an eyebrow, "indeed, say whose side are you on, beacuse it would be a loathe to roast you", she said, as she played with the fireball she held ready,
Plys'Iea
He hissed in Argonian again, "My allegiance is to the Silhoutte, War Leader of the Akaviri." When a trebuchet toppled over the wall and exploded, the alien crouched and allowed for his plated arms to take the brunt of the shrapnel, though the countless goblins and some of the bandits weren't so lucky.
"Shall we press the press forward, or hold this area until more fodder appears?" The warrior asked, pulling his staff from his back.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Sep 27 2007, 02:07 PM)
Plys'Iea
He hissed in Argonian again, "My allegiance is to the Silhoutte, War Leader of the Akaviri." When a trebuchet toppled over the wall and exploded, the alien crouched and allowed for his plated arms to take the brunt of the shrapnel, though the countless goblins and some of the bandits weren't so lucky.
"Shall we press the press forward, or hold this area until more fodder appears?" The warrior asked, pulling his staff from his back.
"I see now reason to why we should honor these vermin who believes they can win by fighting them...let them slaughter the fodder for some time, and when they believe victory is theirs, we strike and crush the resistance in one swift stroke" Salina said, as she snapped of a boneshatter curse towards the defenders in the breach, and watched with satisfaction as a mans head was shredded due to his bones shattering outwards with force.
OOC:Nasty.
Issac, seeing Salina and Plys'Iea
He turned his gaze to where the murderess was and immediately noticed the alien beside her. The Altmer managed to hear what was being said, Tamrielic-wise. Then the loathsome Dunmer lobbed a curse a poor soldier, which served to punctuate the graveness of the situation.
Then when Satyana cried out, the alien looked up at them, studying them intently. "Satyana, Telina is dead; there's nothing we can do about it but survive long enough to get a chance to do so." Issac said gently, mostly as not to be too harsh, but partly because the Plys'Iea had definitly noticed them.
Casting a feather spell on both Satyana and Telina, he scooped up the dunmer's corpse and started to stand. "We have to get back to the others now."
Plys'Iea
As the Altmer started to move, the alien hissed. "An audience of ours is trying to miss out on the rest of the peformance." He pointed his staff at Issac and Satyana.
James.
James, swore several colorfull curses, when the head of a soldier standing beside him exploded in a gory glory (pun intended). Wiping the blood from his eyes, he saw a dark elf...girl...woman he couldn't decide, standing with her arm outstretched and a pleased smirk on her face next to some sort of alien.
He studied the alien thing...what wouldn't he do to calim to have killed an alien, 'sucker is going down', he tought, as he snuck towards the two figures. The breach which was momentarily empty of enemies, provided exellent cover, and so James laid down on the ground, and aimed his shotgun towards the alien and fired.
Of course with the distance, it wasn't easy to hit either of the two figures (especially when the barrel was sawn off), and so it was quite amusing and irritating at the same time to watch the small bullets, completely miss the two figures, and mow down five armoured goblins satnding a few feet behind them.
Laughing like a maniac, James hastily reloaded, before running like hell back to the good guys. "Fetch as many barrels of oil and brandy along with firewood as you can", he yelled at the defenders, while firing another salvo of two shots against Mr.Alien and Miss.Sexy wench as he called the two persons who he had tried to kill, predictably he once again missed them, altough there was a nord a few feet to the left of them, who was writhing on the ground complaining on his missing lower legs.
James, swore several colorfull curses, when the head of a soldier standing beside him exploded in a gory glory (pun intended). Wiping the blood from his eyes, he saw a dark elf...girl...woman he couldn't decide, standing with her arm outstretched and a pleased smirk on her face next to some sort of alien.
He studied the alien thing...what wouldn't he do to calim to have killed an alien, 'sucker is going down', he tought, as he snuck towards the two figures. The breach which was momentarily empty of enemies, provided exellent cover, and so James laid down on the ground, and aimed his shotgun towards the alien and fired.
Of course with the distance, it wasn't easy to hit either of the two figures (especially when the barrel was sawn off), and so it was quite amusing and irritating at the same time to watch the small bullets, completely miss the two figures, and mow down five armoured goblins satnding a few feet behind them.
Laughing like a maniac, James hastily reloaded, before running like hell back to the good guys. "Fetch as many barrels of oil and brandy along with firewood as you can", he yelled at the defenders, while firing another salvo of two shots against Mr.Alien and Miss.Sexy wench as he called the two persons who he had tried to kill, predictably he once again missed them, altough there was a nord a few feet to the left of them, who was writhing on the ground complaining on his missing lower legs.
Dan, recovered
As Dan stood up he could feel his leg was getting better. If he put a lot of effort into it perhaps he could even run. As he stood he surveyed the current state of the battle. After a lengthy melee the forces of the Silhouette seemed to have retreated from the breach, leaving it littered with the bloody remains of the dead. Dan could see numberless corpses lying about, each one hacked apart savagely more or less. He could see both members of the coallition defending the city and members of the Silhouette's great host.
For the moment, it seemed the fighting had come to a pause. The defense of the breach however required a steep price in blood, both the enemy's and their own. Dan knew that at least one small puddle of blood belonged to himself, from the time he had been wrestled down and nearly killed by goblins and an assortment of other unpleasant creatures.
Dan could also see his new found companion shooting off a few rounds from his strange weapon. Dan called it "boom-staff" because of the slight resemblance it bore to a staff. He didn't really know what to call James' exploding bottles. James himself called them "Molo-something cocktails". Odd name, in Dan's ears.
Among the wounded and many dead being carried off he could also see the Dunmer woman who had joined the battle at about the same time as himself. An Altmer together with a young woman were carrying the remains of the Dunmer. By the sadness on their faces, he could see that they had known the Dunmer.
To Dan's eyes came a more worrying sight however. The Imperial Soldiers all around the breach seemed to be really anxious to sally forth and counter-attack the forces of the Silhouette, now that they had been apparently weakened. Dan however knew that only death could come from such an attempt, after having seen what numbers the Silhouette could throw at the Imperial City just to destroy a segment of wall.
As Dan stood up he could feel his leg was getting better. If he put a lot of effort into it perhaps he could even run. As he stood he surveyed the current state of the battle. After a lengthy melee the forces of the Silhouette seemed to have retreated from the breach, leaving it littered with the bloody remains of the dead. Dan could see numberless corpses lying about, each one hacked apart savagely more or less. He could see both members of the coallition defending the city and members of the Silhouette's great host.
For the moment, it seemed the fighting had come to a pause. The defense of the breach however required a steep price in blood, both the enemy's and their own. Dan knew that at least one small puddle of blood belonged to himself, from the time he had been wrestled down and nearly killed by goblins and an assortment of other unpleasant creatures.
Dan could also see his new found companion shooting off a few rounds from his strange weapon. Dan called it "boom-staff" because of the slight resemblance it bore to a staff. He didn't really know what to call James' exploding bottles. James himself called them "Molo-something cocktails". Odd name, in Dan's ears.
Among the wounded and many dead being carried off he could also see the Dunmer woman who had joined the battle at about the same time as himself. An Altmer together with a young woman were carrying the remains of the Dunmer. By the sadness on their faces, he could see that they had known the Dunmer.
To Dan's eyes came a more worrying sight however. The Imperial Soldiers all around the breach seemed to be really anxious to sally forth and counter-attack the forces of the Silhouette, now that they had been apparently weakened. Dan however knew that only death could come from such an attempt, after having seen what numbers the Silhouette could throw at the Imperial City just to destroy a segment of wall.
James, shouting orders.
Some of the soldiers, had done as james advised, and now they had a good few barrels with oil or brandy with them. "Alright you bloody soldiers, I want you to place the barrels in the breach, and make sure you make a small hole in them, and I want it done yesterday", he barked out...'no one said that learning from a former army drill seargant don't rub off on you' James tought for himself, as men started to stab holes in the barrels, before rolling them into the breach.
"Dan, I want you to take the last of my five brandy bottles, pull the cork off them, then you take a bit of cloth, drench it in brandy before you put it in the flask opening", James said to Dan as he handed him his last brandy bottles...'it's heartbreaking really' he tought.
Turning his attention back to the breach, james beagan to throw as many pieces of wood into it as he could...when the enemy started to scale the breach again they'd be in for a nasty surprise.
Salina.
Salina looked at the group of goblins who seemed to be rather hesitant to go near the breach, after that crazy kid, had used some type of staff to kill several of their numbers with a big bang. "Get into that breach and kill them all", she snarled at a nearby goblin, eviscerating another one with her sword to prove a point, with a smile she ralized that it had worked, as they ran towards the breach with guttering warcry's again.
Some of the soldiers, had done as james advised, and now they had a good few barrels with oil or brandy with them. "Alright you bloody soldiers, I want you to place the barrels in the breach, and make sure you make a small hole in them, and I want it done yesterday", he barked out...'no one said that learning from a former army drill seargant don't rub off on you' James tought for himself, as men started to stab holes in the barrels, before rolling them into the breach.
"Dan, I want you to take the last of my five brandy bottles, pull the cork off them, then you take a bit of cloth, drench it in brandy before you put it in the flask opening", James said to Dan as he handed him his last brandy bottles...'it's heartbreaking really' he tought.
Turning his attention back to the breach, james beagan to throw as many pieces of wood into it as he could...when the enemy started to scale the breach again they'd be in for a nasty surprise.
Salina.
Salina looked at the group of goblins who seemed to be rather hesitant to go near the breach, after that crazy kid, had used some type of staff to kill several of their numbers with a big bang. "Get into that breach and kill them all", she snarled at a nearby goblin, eviscerating another one with her sword to prove a point, with a smile she ralized that it had worked, as they ran towards the breach with guttering warcry's again.
Dan
With a quick nodd Dan got to it and started putting cloths into the bottles from whatever he could find lying around. He used bandages and even some coppies of the Black Horse Courier he had found nearby. Before putting the cloths and papers into the bottles however he took a quick sip out of one of them.
A shame to do this, but all's fair in love and war.
Dan then put the bottles inside the barrels. After making sure they were all well in place, he rejoined the rest of the group.
With a quick nodd Dan got to it and started putting cloths into the bottles from whatever he could find lying around. He used bandages and even some coppies of the Black Horse Courier he had found nearby. Before putting the cloths and papers into the bottles however he took a quick sip out of one of them.
A shame to do this, but all's fair in love and war.
Dan then put the bottles inside the barrels. After making sure they were all well in place, he rejoined the rest of the group.
Flint Ironwood, annoying people.
Flint jumped down from the walls. The siege crew had begun to relocate their mighty engines of destruction, back to a place where they could fire without fear of retaliation. He walked right up to James and gestured at the barrels.
,,More exploding things? Forgive me sir, but we don't need a countermeasure that widens the gap. Sure, you'll knock out a few enemies, but for each you take down, a dozen will take its place. We don't want to make the gap wider! Or do you think we can just pile rocks down there in a handflick, after you're done making things worse?" He spoke sharply. His eyes then wandered upwards.
,,Pile rocks, handflick?" He muttered to himself. He was debating whether or not to smash a building and use its materials to pile a crude wall into place.
Flint jumped down from the walls. The siege crew had begun to relocate their mighty engines of destruction, back to a place where they could fire without fear of retaliation. He walked right up to James and gestured at the barrels.
,,More exploding things? Forgive me sir, but we don't need a countermeasure that widens the gap. Sure, you'll knock out a few enemies, but for each you take down, a dozen will take its place. We don't want to make the gap wider! Or do you think we can just pile rocks down there in a handflick, after you're done making things worse?" He spoke sharply. His eyes then wandered upwards.
,,Pile rocks, handflick?" He muttered to himself. He was debating whether or not to smash a building and use its materials to pile a crude wall into place.
QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Sep 27 2007, 09:18 PM)
Flint Ironwood, annoying people.
Flint jumped down from the walls. The siege crew had begun to relocate their mighty engines of destruction, back to a place where they could fire without fear of retaliation. He walked right up to James and gestured at the barrels.
,,More exploding things? Forgive me sir, but we don't need a countermeasure that widens the gap. Sure, you'll knock out a few enemies, but for each you take down, a dozen will take its place. We don't want to make the gap wider! Or do you think we can just pile rocks down there in a handflick, after you're done making things worse?" He spoke sharply. His eyes then wandered upwards.
,,Pile rocks, handflick?" He muttered to himself. He was debating whether or not to smash a building and use its materials to pile a crude wall into place.
James.
James looked at the breton mage with a smile. "I have it on personal experience that the blast wont be enough to widen the gap, however with the holes in the barrels, as well as the angle of the breach, highly flamable liquid is now seeping down towards the enemy, so when we torch it, we're going to have a wall of fire protecting the breach, all we need to make sure then is to keep frost spells away from it".
He turned towards the guy with the siege engines. "Oi you, I have a little presant for you", he said gesticulating to a barrel. "light the piece of cloth, and then use the catapult thingy to throw it into the enemy, and blast them all the way home to alabama", James said with a smirk, as he put a barrel down at the feet of the man.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint was still sceptic, but he shrugged and accepted it. People were just plain stubborn nowadays. Not that he was any different.
,,Fine, we'll see how it pans out. But I'll have a makeshift bick wall ready just in case. Right after I smash that house over there." He replied to James and walked away.
Odrik. (Think I should make him into an actual character? He's become more than just another NPC.)
Odrik looked questioningly at the barrel, then waved one of his men to pick it up.
,,Thank you for the gift, I guess. Alright men, hurry up with the packing! We don't know how long we have till the next attack!"
Flint was still sceptic, but he shrugged and accepted it. People were just plain stubborn nowadays. Not that he was any different.
,,Fine, we'll see how it pans out. But I'll have a makeshift bick wall ready just in case. Right after I smash that house over there." He replied to James and walked away.
Odrik. (Think I should make him into an actual character? He's become more than just another NPC.)
Odrik looked questioningly at the barrel, then waved one of his men to pick it up.
,,Thank you for the gift, I guess. Alright men, hurry up with the packing! We don't know how long we have till the next attack!"
QUOTE(jack cloudy @ Sep 27 2007, 09:45 PM)
Flint Ironwood.
Flint was still sceptic, but he shrugged and accepted it. People were just plain stubborn nowadays. Not that he was any different.
,,Fine, we'll see how it pans out. But I'll have a makeshift bick wall ready just in case. Right after I smash that house over there." He replied to James and walked away.
Odrik. (Think I should make him into an actual character? He's become more than just another NPC.)
Odrik looked questioningly at the barrel, then waved one of his men to pick it up.
,,Thank you for the gift, I guess. Alright men, hurry up with the packing! We don't know how long we have till the next attack!"
James
Lovely, there goes that piece of shade as well, James muttered, "yeah whatever, just hurry it up will you, and help me throw more burnable wood into the breach.
"You catapult guy, remember to put the piece of cloth on fire, before you fire the damn thing alrigt", jJames yelled. 'Bloody guys probably never would have survived ithout me to babysit them...shuld probably snatch as many coin purses and possible then run the hell out of here', he continued his muttering for some time, mostly around the same subjects.
OOC: AS you can see he's full of himself.
Flogir
Flogir had been keeping a stead eye on the battle going on around him. When the walls were breached, Flogir called out to Altair.
"Altair, I need to get down to that breach! Look after things here!"
With that he went down to the breach and found that a spiky haired youth was ordering people around.
"What's going here? Why are there barrels lying in the breach?" he questioned in an annoyed fashion. As a joint commander he felt that he should know everything that was going on all the time.
Amrita
Amrita had made it back to the walls to see that Salina had showed up and began fighting her sister. "Heh, looks like they'll finally finish this feud. 'Bout time too. All I ever heard from Salina was "Telina this, Telina that". I got so annoying!"
Amrita was glad she didn't live with the Dunmer anymore, sure the magic training had been more than benefical but Salina's personality just annoyed her. She held no affinity to seeing her die. In fact, she wouldn't mind if Telina finally did the job.
Yet, when Salina tricked Telina and managed to kill her, she couldn't help but chuckle quietly. Salina still had it she had to admit.
An idea struck her then. Perhaps she could build a bond of some sorts with her sister if she helped to avenge Telina. If anyone knew how Salina fought, it would be her. Plus she didn't know about the new tricks Veric had given her.
Flogir had been keeping a stead eye on the battle going on around him. When the walls were breached, Flogir called out to Altair.
"Altair, I need to get down to that breach! Look after things here!"
With that he went down to the breach and found that a spiky haired youth was ordering people around.
"What's going here? Why are there barrels lying in the breach?" he questioned in an annoyed fashion. As a joint commander he felt that he should know everything that was going on all the time.
Amrita
Amrita had made it back to the walls to see that Salina had showed up and began fighting her sister. "Heh, looks like they'll finally finish this feud. 'Bout time too. All I ever heard from Salina was "Telina this, Telina that". I got so annoying!"
Amrita was glad she didn't live with the Dunmer anymore, sure the magic training had been more than benefical but Salina's personality just annoyed her. She held no affinity to seeing her die. In fact, she wouldn't mind if Telina finally did the job.
Yet, when Salina tricked Telina and managed to kill her, she couldn't help but chuckle quietly. Salina still had it she had to admit.
An idea struck her then. Perhaps she could build a bond of some sorts with her sister if she helped to avenge Telina. If anyone knew how Salina fought, it would be her. Plus she didn't know about the new tricks Veric had given her.
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Sep 27 2007, 10:18 PM)
Flogir
Flogir had been keeping a stead eye on the battle going on around him. When the walls were breached, Flogir called out to Altair.
"Altair, I need to get down to that breach! Look after things here!"
With that he went down to the breach and found that a spiky haired youth was ordering people around.
"What's going here? Why are there barrels lying in the breach?" he questioned in an annoyed fashion. As a joint commander he felt that he should know everything that was going on all the time.
James.
James turned to see a man demanding to know what was going on...'superiority complex', eh tought.
"Well sir, we're just going to have a nice barbeque with the next wave. When the enemy starts scaling the breah, we'll simply put the barrels of brandy on fire, and then we can settle around and have a big bonnfire and sing kumbayahs", he finished with his usual smirk...'shame we don't have marshmellows' he chuckled.
Flogir
Flogir's eyes narrowed. This youth definitely had a mouth on his. His appearance also indicated that he was a commoner (though an odd looking one at that).
"Well, you're idea sounds doable but I'd appreciate it if you cut out the sarcasm," he instructed the youth before turning to Flint and Odrik.
"How are things going down here? Will we still be able to hold this breach or must we come up with something else?
Flogir's eyes narrowed. This youth definitely had a mouth on his. His appearance also indicated that he was a commoner (though an odd looking one at that).
"Well, you're idea sounds doable but I'd appreciate it if you cut out the sarcasm," he instructed the youth before turning to Flint and Odrik.
"How are things going down here? Will we still be able to hold this breach or must we come up with something else?
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