Flogir
Flogir told the Brumans to help him unload the bottle of booze on the racks. As he assisted them, he talked with Flint.
"Well, if he somehome dies, we could possibly have an undead werewolf to deal with. Does that sound better?" he asked with a grin. His mood was brightening knowing that Flint was reasonably ok and acting like his usual pessimistic self.
At the mention of Green-Root, Flogir scoffed, "I wouldn't trust him either. I don't like those assassins down in the sewer either. Really, they're only helping us to save themselves. As you may have noticed, I think the death toll between us and the assassins are much larger, and that's percentage wise, not numbers wise!" he said with some heat in his words, "If we make it through this, we better keep an eye on those murderers...."
Seeing that all of the loose bottles were removed, he brushed the dust off his shirt. He looked to Aerona, "Well now, I think we're ready to barricade this place up. Do we need to leave the Captain here anything, like some food or water before we go?"
Full Version: To Heir Is Human- Playground XIV
Narza'Tai
As Flogir finished his sentence about the Narza'Tai, there was a sharp crack and a cloud of black smoke exploded not to far away from them. A Narza'Tai mage looked around and then focused on Flint and Flogir. "In light of your sending the young Dunmer into the sewers seeking Astratus, our Sensei sent me to inform you of the commander's condition."
The emmisary's eyes were not visible, her mask resting atop a face veil. The silver-like metal had a red-tint to it, signefying her of being in the middle of the hierarchy. "Commander Astratus has been striken with Lycanthropy; he called for an audience with our Sensei and the vampire in bloodied robes. The boy you sent to find the commander has chosen to remain for the duration of the meeting as your envoy."
The Narza'Tai spellcaster spoke in a formal, but gentle fashion. She showed no signs of hearing the suspicions voiced earlier of her kin.
Flogir
Flogir jumped at the noise that the appearing mage made. He listened to her words carefully. The impersonal attire of the mage gave her words a slightly muffled sound but they were still clear.
Flogir cursed. "Now both potential leaders are sticken with Lycantrophy... Pass that message on too if Rann hasn't stated that yet. Captain Eurod of the Bruman forces has been stricken with the same disease, we have him locked away in order to protect the troops."
At mentioning Rann's name, Flogir couldn't help but remember Rann's hatred for the Dark Brotherhood and essentially, this new "guild" only consisted of members from the Brotherhood. He grimaced.
"I hope my envoy hasn't caused any... complications. When I asked someone to find Astratus I didn't issue the order to anyone in specific, Rann volunteered before I could recall the potential... situation the meeting between him and your guild could bring," he said with an embarrassed smile.
"But anyways, please bring immediate word to me after the meeting is finished. I will more than likely be atop these walls. Thank you."
After the mage left, Flogir cursed again. He looked to Flint. "They heard me didn't they? It seems a little too coincidental for them to appear right after I voiced my suspicions on them... By the Divines!"
Flogir jumped at the noise that the appearing mage made. He listened to her words carefully. The impersonal attire of the mage gave her words a slightly muffled sound but they were still clear.
Flogir cursed. "Now both potential leaders are sticken with Lycantrophy... Pass that message on too if Rann hasn't stated that yet. Captain Eurod of the Bruman forces has been stricken with the same disease, we have him locked away in order to protect the troops."
At mentioning Rann's name, Flogir couldn't help but remember Rann's hatred for the Dark Brotherhood and essentially, this new "guild" only consisted of members from the Brotherhood. He grimaced.
"I hope my envoy hasn't caused any... complications. When I asked someone to find Astratus I didn't issue the order to anyone in specific, Rann volunteered before I could recall the potential... situation the meeting between him and your guild could bring," he said with an embarrassed smile.
"But anyways, please bring immediate word to me after the meeting is finished. I will more than likely be atop these walls. Thank you."
After the mage left, Flogir cursed again. He looked to Flint. "They heard me didn't they? It seems a little too coincidental for them to appear right after I voiced my suspicions on them... By the Divines!"
Karn
When one of the senior mages appeared with a response from Flogir, Karn nodded understanding the situation was deteriorating worse than he'd thought at first. "Continue," the Sensei said when the emissary had finished.
The envoy, along with her fellow emissaries, departed to spread the bad news. The Dunmer took a deep breath before explaining. "So, there truly is a lack of leadership....."
He gathered himself, as Ian said to Astratus. "Whatever has to be done, it would be wise not to squander what precious time we have."
Plys'Iea
Once out of the spellcaster's line of fire, he looked over the wolves who were still with him. They seemed weary; tough they were, but the near-constant melee was sapping even their animal ferocity. They can't remain in their beast forms for much longer, I'll have to continue on my own....
The alien snorted, getting the wolves' attention, and lead them back to the camp of the Silhoutte. Despite the obvious barrier in true communication, the man-wolves understood what he was doing. Leaving them at the camp to transform back into their normal selves, he went back into the Temple District.
The rain was now pouring down, but since only the alien's head was not covered, he didn't care. Stowing his staff, the hunter climbed to the rooftops to begin the hunt.....
When one of the senior mages appeared with a response from Flogir, Karn nodded understanding the situation was deteriorating worse than he'd thought at first. "Continue," the Sensei said when the emissary had finished.
The envoy, along with her fellow emissaries, departed to spread the bad news. The Dunmer took a deep breath before explaining. "So, there truly is a lack of leadership....."
He gathered himself, as Ian said to Astratus. "Whatever has to be done, it would be wise not to squander what precious time we have."
Plys'Iea
Once out of the spellcaster's line of fire, he looked over the wolves who were still with him. They seemed weary; tough they were, but the near-constant melee was sapping even their animal ferocity. They can't remain in their beast forms for much longer, I'll have to continue on my own....
The alien snorted, getting the wolves' attention, and lead them back to the camp of the Silhoutte. Despite the obvious barrier in true communication, the man-wolves understood what he was doing. Leaving them at the camp to transform back into their normal selves, he went back into the Temple District.
The rain was now pouring down, but since only the alien's head was not covered, he didn't care. Stowing his staff, the hunter climbed to the rooftops to begin the hunt.....
Flint Ironwood.
Flint simply nodded.
,,Let's hope they're a tad less volatile than Rann. No offense, but the kid can get pretty wild at times. I'd rather not see them suddenly turning on us. Not now. With the sewers in their hands, they could really turn things into a mess." He commented before turning back to more important matters. If the Narza'tai became a threat was still only an if and until it happened, they simply didn't have the manpower to guard all the mancovers.
,,As for the Bruman captain, give him some bottles of water, preferably packed in something that doesn't break like glass. Or maybe just pour it into a hole dug into the floor. I should be able to carve out a hole with my Telekinesis. For food, bread and vegetables. The fewer scents that might trigger the Lycanthrope's response, the better."
Green-Root, somewhere in the Sil's camp.
He listened for any sounds, the mancover raised only a fingerwidth's above the ground. No one was near at the moment, good. The Argonian reached down with one hand and grimaced when the bottle was placed into it. His job was the most dangerous one but that was understandable. He was expendable.
Still nothing. Green-Root raised the mancover just a little higher and then rolled the bottle onto the cobblestones. He then retreated into the sewers, sealing the mancover.
,,It is done." He gestured with his hands. Now all they could do was wait.
The bottles were filled with a clear liquid. The bottles themselves smelled of alcohol and looked like the ones normally used to contain the stronger beverages. As far as beverages went, this one was very strong indeed. If uncorked or broken, the contact with the air would cause the liquid to evaporate and turn into a gas that could kill even in low concentrations. The high walls themselves would keep the poison sealed in and enhance its effect. Still, the effect would only last for about a minute before the poison had become too thin to take effect.
One minute, one minute of death repeated all over the Silhouette's portion of the city by bottles that had seemingly been carelessly rolled in the dirt. Would they ever place the link between unexplained death and the innocent opening of a bottle of booze? Green-Root didn't know, though he was quite sure the Goblins and most bandits would not figure out unless someone smarter did for them. Too bad its effect on Argonians was negligible and on undead entirely useless. Not that zombies held an interest in alcohol in the first place.
OOC: The poison is probably similar to the one Karn used once, the one that inhibits breathing. Also, the area of effect is going to be too small to wipe out the whole army, just a small fraction. Most of the army is probably still outside the city anyway.
Flint simply nodded.
,,Let's hope they're a tad less volatile than Rann. No offense, but the kid can get pretty wild at times. I'd rather not see them suddenly turning on us. Not now. With the sewers in their hands, they could really turn things into a mess." He commented before turning back to more important matters. If the Narza'tai became a threat was still only an if and until it happened, they simply didn't have the manpower to guard all the mancovers.
,,As for the Bruman captain, give him some bottles of water, preferably packed in something that doesn't break like glass. Or maybe just pour it into a hole dug into the floor. I should be able to carve out a hole with my Telekinesis. For food, bread and vegetables. The fewer scents that might trigger the Lycanthrope's response, the better."
Green-Root, somewhere in the Sil's camp.
He listened for any sounds, the mancover raised only a fingerwidth's above the ground. No one was near at the moment, good. The Argonian reached down with one hand and grimaced when the bottle was placed into it. His job was the most dangerous one but that was understandable. He was expendable.
Still nothing. Green-Root raised the mancover just a little higher and then rolled the bottle onto the cobblestones. He then retreated into the sewers, sealing the mancover.
,,It is done." He gestured with his hands. Now all they could do was wait.
The bottles were filled with a clear liquid. The bottles themselves smelled of alcohol and looked like the ones normally used to contain the stronger beverages. As far as beverages went, this one was very strong indeed. If uncorked or broken, the contact with the air would cause the liquid to evaporate and turn into a gas that could kill even in low concentrations. The high walls themselves would keep the poison sealed in and enhance its effect. Still, the effect would only last for about a minute before the poison had become too thin to take effect.
One minute, one minute of death repeated all over the Silhouette's portion of the city by bottles that had seemingly been carelessly rolled in the dirt. Would they ever place the link between unexplained death and the innocent opening of a bottle of booze? Green-Root didn't know, though he was quite sure the Goblins and most bandits would not figure out unless someone smarter did for them. Too bad its effect on Argonians was negligible and on undead entirely useless. Not that zombies held an interest in alcohol in the first place.
OOC: The poison is probably similar to the one Karn used once, the one that inhibits breathing. Also, the area of effect is going to be too small to wipe out the whole army, just a small fraction. Most of the army is probably still outside the city anyway.
Issac
"Are you alright, Satyana?" He asked, rain was now pouring from the clouds above. Issac thought he saw something in Satyana's eyes when her spell struck the werewolf. He gently guided her into the keep on the battlements to get them both out of the rain.
Patholos
Red fire careened across his mind, and he was starting to lose his sense of personality again, just as before, when Rann had challenged him over what to do with the vampire. Patholos's senses heightened, and his stomach, empty for a long time, stopped its grumbling. Patholos felt burning spots on his arms where the muscles began to tear. He was so tense, and he liked it. Patholos waited, and watched for the Dunmer to walk by, and by Sithis, he would die.
Astratus
The first stage of the disease was almost complete, and Astratus's fatigue up and vanished. He said to the three, "There is a problem with me, I don't feel tired anymore. I know you must be thinking of possible candidates to replace me, and I would like to say one thing. Have the new candidate meet me before I turn, there is something I must share with him in private." Astratus sat down on the floor and folded his legs. Each of the three others looked to be in their own personal world. Astratus flexed his left arm, and he saw the bulging vein quicken. He drew his dagger and laid it in his lap.
He thought to himself, I will be no monster, I will be myself when I die. He felt a wave of sadness and regret wash over him as his end came into sight. He despised unnatural things, and he would be no werewolf.
OOC: I do declare a choice for the poor Commander and the Captain!
Lieutenant
A lieutenant and six men appeared, all clad in Guardsman armor. They were tailed by the Narza'Tai and there was a Bosmer member of the Narza'Tai leading them. They saw Astratus sitting on the floor, and pushed past Karn and Ian, until they were right next to the Commander. The Lieutenant bent low to whisper something to Astratus, then he got up and sheathed his knife. His eyes widened, but then he sighed. As the lieutenant finished, Astratus spoke, "There was a house that had been hoarded with all sorts of potions and cures. The lieutenant had just been asking around with the survivors and a family said they had stocked when the City was evacuated. The family did not elaborate as to what they had stocked, but I am willing to go and look. Sadly, the house is in Green Emperor Way, and might be destroyed. What do you think?"
Red fire careened across his mind, and he was starting to lose his sense of personality again, just as before, when Rann had challenged him over what to do with the vampire. Patholos's senses heightened, and his stomach, empty for a long time, stopped its grumbling. Patholos felt burning spots on his arms where the muscles began to tear. He was so tense, and he liked it. Patholos waited, and watched for the Dunmer to walk by, and by Sithis, he would die.
Astratus
The first stage of the disease was almost complete, and Astratus's fatigue up and vanished. He said to the three, "There is a problem with me, I don't feel tired anymore. I know you must be thinking of possible candidates to replace me, and I would like to say one thing. Have the new candidate meet me before I turn, there is something I must share with him in private." Astratus sat down on the floor and folded his legs. Each of the three others looked to be in their own personal world. Astratus flexed his left arm, and he saw the bulging vein quicken. He drew his dagger and laid it in his lap.
He thought to himself, I will be no monster, I will be myself when I die. He felt a wave of sadness and regret wash over him as his end came into sight. He despised unnatural things, and he would be no werewolf.
OOC: I do declare a choice for the poor Commander and the Captain!
Lieutenant
A lieutenant and six men appeared, all clad in Guardsman armor. They were tailed by the Narza'Tai and there was a Bosmer member of the Narza'Tai leading them. They saw Astratus sitting on the floor, and pushed past Karn and Ian, until they were right next to the Commander. The Lieutenant bent low to whisper something to Astratus, then he got up and sheathed his knife. His eyes widened, but then he sighed. As the lieutenant finished, Astratus spoke, "There was a house that had been hoarded with all sorts of potions and cures. The lieutenant had just been asking around with the survivors and a family said they had stocked when the City was evacuated. The family did not elaborate as to what they had stocked, but I am willing to go and look. Sadly, the house is in Green Emperor Way, and might be destroyed. What do you think?"
Rann
"I don't think you should go anywhere," Rann answered, "You could turn at any moment, and it'd be best if you weren't amongst your men when you do."
Rann was beginning to be a bit scared; if Arastus went to investigate this house, and something happened before he named the next leader, then their forces would become disorganized for a time. There was no way they could afford such a blow.
"I don't think you should go anywhere," Rann answered, "You could turn at any moment, and it'd be best if you weren't amongst your men when you do."
Rann was beginning to be a bit scared; if Arastus went to investigate this house, and something happened before he named the next leader, then their forces would become disorganized for a time. There was no way they could afford such a blow.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Aug 25 2007, 07:25 PM) 
Issac
"Are you alright, Satyana?" He asked, rain was now pouring from the clouds above. Issac thought he saw something in Satyana's eyes when her spell struck the werewolf. He gently guided her into the keep on the battlements to get them both out of the rain.
Satyana
She shrugged, never ever could she get used to how gross this spell was! She had seen Serene use it, several times and she never liked its effect. Back then she promised herself never to use it unless necessary. Now this moment she thought it necessary though...she wanted to prevent those beasts to get anywhere close to Issac...hopefully the illustrous effect of the spell would discourage them to further attacks....
But the smell! Burnt flesh! Ewwww
"I´m Ok Issac.....I just do not like that spell one bit!, Besides it´s exhausting to cast it..I´m totally worn out"
She squeezed his arm devotingly
OCC: I just got back from Church, so let's continue.
Issac
"Fair enough," He replied. A small group of archers moved past them to take positions on the wall.
"I think they have this handled; since the Tiber Spetim is gone, the King and Queen is the best place to rest." Issac lightly ran his finger over Satyana's cheek.
Casting a weak shield spell so they wouldn't get drenched before the third step outside.
OOC: A Little bit of self preservation coming from Astratus
Astratus
"So you would damn me to this terrible disease? I will not stand idly by and become a monster! My men need a leader, and, for right now, THEY HAVE ONE!"
Astratus was upset, and a little on edge, the statement that Rann had made was completely logical and true, but Astratus did not feel the same way. He was getting angry at small things, showing the secondary traits of Lycanthropy. He stood, and waited for the opinions of the vampire and the Narza'Tai leader.
Astratus
"So you would damn me to this terrible disease? I will not stand idly by and become a monster! My men need a leader, and, for right now, THEY HAVE ONE!"
Astratus was upset, and a little on edge, the statement that Rann had made was completely logical and true, but Astratus did not feel the same way. He was getting angry at small things, showing the secondary traits of Lycanthropy. He stood, and waited for the opinions of the vampire and the Narza'Tai leader.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Aug 26 2007, 07:35 PM)
Issac
"Fair enough," He replied. A small group of archers moved past them to take positions on the wall.
"I think they have this handled; since the Tiber Spetim is gone, the King and Queen is the best place to rest." Issac lightly ran his finger over Satyana's cheek.
Casting a weak shield spell so they wouldn't get drenched before the third step outside.
QUOTE
OCC: Crap, I just realized, both Rahvin and Brianna are still in the Tiber Septim..... I don't think they know how to teleport to any given plave on a moment's notice nor will either be..... erm, ready to fight off an unknown amount of evil/cruel hearted goblins, maruaders, bandits, or a certain cold-blooded extraterrestrial warrior.
OOC: Oops! I must have missed that..How did the Tiber Septim get distroyed? But I guess Bree´s magical skills just about saved both Rahvin and herself...for the time being. Now the others won´t know that of course, so Issac´s remark may just upset Satyana, she knew her mom and Rahvin were in there didn´t she?
Satyana
"TIBER SEPTIM GONE?" Satyana screamed.."But Rahvin?...and my mother...they were in there!" She put her hands to her face and yelled in agony...not so much due to Brianna...but Rahvin! She had come to like him very much during the fairly short time she´d known him.
She clung to Issac....
Issac
In his mind he cursed, having forgotten all about Brianna and Rahvin since the Talos Plaza was conquered. Issac stole a glance at the Talos Plaza, while trying to comfort Satyana. The inn was still there, but many of the windows had been broken, and from what little of the interior was visible, it looked like it had been thoroughly looted.
Issac didn't know what Brianna's skills were, but he doubted she was a professional battlemage. Rahvin was an assassin, but it was not in their line of work to fight gods-knew-how many pilaging scum that might have attacked them.
"They might have gotten out, in which case they'll show up sometime. That's all we can expect, Satyana." He didn't think stating the obvious alternative would do accomplish anything good, but that the worst had not happened was the best they could hope for.
He clasped one of her hands and clenched it reassuringly. Issac caressed Satyana's face with his other hand, and gently massaged her cheek with his thumb.
Ian and Karn
Ian said calmly. "With respect, Commander, straining yourself or getting outraged will only quicken the spread of Lycanthropy. It would be better if you remained calm and relaxed for the time being." The vampire agreed with Rann, the men didn't need to be placed in possible jeopardy any more than they needed to see their leader in this foul condition.
Taking a breath the Narza'Tai Sensei added to the previous arguments. "A spellcaster can take a group of your soldiers to the cache and then transport any supplies out in around three minutes, much quicker than walking their and hauling out of whatever basement through brute force."
In his mind he cursed, having forgotten all about Brianna and Rahvin since the Talos Plaza was conquered. Issac stole a glance at the Talos Plaza, while trying to comfort Satyana. The inn was still there, but many of the windows had been broken, and from what little of the interior was visible, it looked like it had been thoroughly looted.
Issac didn't know what Brianna's skills were, but he doubted she was a professional battlemage. Rahvin was an assassin, but it was not in their line of work to fight gods-knew-how many pilaging scum that might have attacked them.
"They might have gotten out, in which case they'll show up sometime. That's all we can expect, Satyana." He didn't think stating the obvious alternative would do accomplish anything good, but that the worst had not happened was the best they could hope for.
He clasped one of her hands and clenched it reassuringly. Issac caressed Satyana's face with his other hand, and gently massaged her cheek with his thumb.
Ian and Karn
Ian said calmly. "With respect, Commander, straining yourself or getting outraged will only quicken the spread of Lycanthropy. It would be better if you remained calm and relaxed for the time being." The vampire agreed with Rann, the men didn't need to be placed in possible jeopardy any more than they needed to see their leader in this foul condition.
Taking a breath the Narza'Tai Sensei added to the previous arguments. "A spellcaster can take a group of your soldiers to the cache and then transport any supplies out in around three minutes, much quicker than walking their and hauling out of whatever basement through brute force."
Rann
"Please, Commander, sit down again, and relax. I know you don't want to do this--none of us do--but we've got no choice."
"The supplies be damned until you choose our next leader. Or we're all dead, along with our cause."
Cerpin
The boy's right for once. And if Arastus plans to use that knife himself, he'd better hurry.
"Please, Commander, sit down again, and relax. I know you don't want to do this--none of us do--but we've got no choice."
"The supplies be damned until you choose our next leader. Or we're all dead, along with our cause."
Cerpin
The boy's right for once. And if Arastus plans to use that knife himself, he'd better hurry.
Astratus
Astratus slowly sat back down, and relaxed a little of his tension. He sheathed his dagger, and thought to himself, "Who would make a good leader in my absence, Oblivion, I didn't even want this job in the first place." Memories flooded his mind and he recalled the days of his youth, soldiering with the Nerevarine. Strange wolfish creatures make appearances in his memories, and they were out of place.
Astratus thought of everyone he had met, and what the others had told him. He was deliberating when a thought came to him. There was a man, an imposing man at that, who seemed scholarly and wise, but obviously not physically strong. Then there was the man, Flogir, who he had met in person. He seemed battle smart but not a "quill and scroll" type of person. Astratus was vexed, then a thought came to him. If he gave joint authority to both men, remembering Altair as the name of the scholar, they would suit the spot the best. Astratus stood, and said, "I will elect two "Situational Commanders" to govern the army. Each will be exactly the same, and hopefully, due to our condition, will cooperate. I have decided to elect the Scholar Altair, and the Soldier Flogir as Situational Commanders. Please, Karn, Rann, Vampire, help them, as I am most likely damned to monstrosity."
Astratus slowly sat back down, and relaxed a little of his tension. He sheathed his dagger, and thought to himself, "Who would make a good leader in my absence, Oblivion, I didn't even want this job in the first place." Memories flooded his mind and he recalled the days of his youth, soldiering with the Nerevarine. Strange wolfish creatures make appearances in his memories, and they were out of place.
Astratus thought of everyone he had met, and what the others had told him. He was deliberating when a thought came to him. There was a man, an imposing man at that, who seemed scholarly and wise, but obviously not physically strong. Then there was the man, Flogir, who he had met in person. He seemed battle smart but not a "quill and scroll" type of person. Astratus was vexed, then a thought came to him. If he gave joint authority to both men, remembering Altair as the name of the scholar, they would suit the spot the best. Astratus stood, and said, "I will elect two "Situational Commanders" to govern the army. Each will be exactly the same, and hopefully, due to our condition, will cooperate. I have decided to elect the Scholar Altair, and the Soldier Flogir as Situational Commanders. Please, Karn, Rann, Vampire, help them, as I am most likely damned to monstrosity."
Karn and Ian
Though perhaps not the outcome he had expected or wanted, the Sensei nodded without protest. "Very well, the Narza'Tai shall continue to hold the sewers and offer support for the Morrowind Army." This is most disturbing, Altair, Veric for that matter, is in partial command of one one of the last organised armies in all of Tamriel.
Karn revealed nothing of his dissatisfaction, but he didn't think it mattered if he showed it in front of Rann, the young Dunmer was infuriating in his nigh arrogant swagger.
The vampire remained stoic calmly accepting the commander's choices. "Two elements brought together to complete one another." Ian said no more, Flogir was a prudent choice, but we must wary of Altair, this could be a taste of things that might come.
His thoughts were half-directed at Cerpin, then he said to the soul. "You will have a new body by nightfall."
Rann
Rann was a bit set back after Arastus made his announcement. He hadn't chosen Karn or Ian, as Rann had expected. Rann had expected to have to argue in Flogir's favor, and Altair as a leader for the army hadn't even crossed his mind, but he was certainly glad that it crossed Arastus'.
Rann stood then, bowing slightly before taking his leave. He figured he'd get rid of what diplomacy he had left in his body with that gesture.
He gave a heartfelt salute to Arastus, "I'll bring this news to Flogir."
He began making his way back through the dark tunnels, then, unaware that someone was waiting for him...
Cerpin
It will be appreciated.
Rann was a bit set back after Arastus made his announcement. He hadn't chosen Karn or Ian, as Rann had expected. Rann had expected to have to argue in Flogir's favor, and Altair as a leader for the army hadn't even crossed his mind, but he was certainly glad that it crossed Arastus'.
Rann stood then, bowing slightly before taking his leave. He figured he'd get rid of what diplomacy he had left in his body with that gesture.
He gave a heartfelt salute to Arastus, "I'll bring this news to Flogir."
He began making his way back through the dark tunnels, then, unaware that someone was waiting for him...
Cerpin
It will be appreciated.
OCC: Not much to post about, Issac can't do anything until Satyana does something.
Ian
Now that the meeting was over, the vampire left through one of the manholes nearby. Ian emerged in the northern part of the Temple District, within sight of the gates to the Talos Plaza. He passed through the gates to check on the armor and weapons supplies.
Ian
Now that the meeting was over, the vampire left through one of the manholes nearby. Ian emerged in the northern part of the Temple District, within sight of the gates to the Talos Plaza. He passed through the gates to check on the armor and weapons supplies.
OOC: Hmm but she is doin something! She´s clinging to Issac! 
Satyana
"Issac..we´ll just have to do something...we must at leas try to save them...Oh...I´d hate to see Rahvin hurt....he...is so kind and I don´t want anything to happen to him....besides it´ll break Rann if his dad is hurt..or even worse!"
Satyana shrugged. She was fully aware of the risk of finding them both dead, but she just had to try and find them...to make sure..
Brianna, in the arms of Rahvin(before the destruction of the Tiber Septim)
Brianna sat on the narrow bed looking at the man sleeping beside her. She was smiling to herself, her dream had been fulfilled, she was here, alone with the man she loved. With a deep sigh she gently touched his dark face...
A noise outside caught her attention and she went over to the window and looked outside. What she saw made her heart sink. It looked like war...people everywhere..and they had weapons.. Instictively she knew they were in danger. She went back to wake up Rahvin, while doing that she happened to touch his tattoo...a tickling sensation in her fingers told her it was not a normal tattoo just for decoration. No, this sign that marked him was special...very special
Brianna analysed their situation. In a very short time the tavern could be torn to the ground and they would most certainly get slain to death. No way she would let that happen..especially not now!
"Rahvin! I..I think you better wake up, we´ll have to get out of here immediately, there are evil things going on outside. I reckon we´ll be safe in the sewers underneath the tavern, but we´ll have to get there unnoticed...Rahvin please wake up, we must hurry"
Brianna bowed down and kissed Rahvin, to wake him up
Satyana
"Issac..we´ll just have to do something...we must at leas try to save them...Oh...I´d hate to see Rahvin hurt....he...is so kind and I don´t want anything to happen to him....besides it´ll break Rann if his dad is hurt..or even worse!"
Satyana shrugged. She was fully aware of the risk of finding them both dead, but she just had to try and find them...to make sure..
Brianna, in the arms of Rahvin(before the destruction of the Tiber Septim)
Brianna sat on the narrow bed looking at the man sleeping beside her. She was smiling to herself, her dream had been fulfilled, she was here, alone with the man she loved. With a deep sigh she gently touched his dark face...
A noise outside caught her attention and she went over to the window and looked outside. What she saw made her heart sink. It looked like war...people everywhere..and they had weapons.. Instictively she knew they were in danger. She went back to wake up Rahvin, while doing that she happened to touch his tattoo...a tickling sensation in her fingers told her it was not a normal tattoo just for decoration. No, this sign that marked him was special...very special
Brianna analysed their situation. In a very short time the tavern could be torn to the ground and they would most certainly get slain to death. No way she would let that happen..especially not now!
"Rahvin! I..I think you better wake up, we´ll have to get out of here immediately, there are evil things going on outside. I reckon we´ll be safe in the sewers underneath the tavern, but we´ll have to get there unnoticed...Rahvin please wake up, we must hurry"
Brianna bowed down and kissed Rahvin, to wake him up
Patholos
Patholos watched Rann walk down the long dark tunnels alone, and unaware. "It would be too easy to kill a man like this..." He thought to himself. Patholos watched him enter a long tunnel and made his way to the opening. When Rann was beyond running back into the tunnel, Patholos emerged from the blackness. A casual glance revealed nothing, nothing but two red orbs glowing in the dark. Patholos smiled his white teeth, and his green blade flickered menacingly. Patholos made no sounds, and he was sure Rann had seen him by now. Patholos waited and remembered those times where Rann had mistreated Patholos, most vivid was the shunning and the sheer disrespect he had shown Patholos's Brotherhood in the hills. Patholos craved revenge, and he played those memories over and over in his mind, till there was nothing more that fiery hate for Rann there.
Patholos watched Rann walk down the long dark tunnels alone, and unaware. "It would be too easy to kill a man like this..." He thought to himself. Patholos watched him enter a long tunnel and made his way to the opening. When Rann was beyond running back into the tunnel, Patholos emerged from the blackness. A casual glance revealed nothing, nothing but two red orbs glowing in the dark. Patholos smiled his white teeth, and his green blade flickered menacingly. Patholos made no sounds, and he was sure Rann had seen him by now. Patholos waited and remembered those times where Rann had mistreated Patholos, most vivid was the shunning and the sheer disrespect he had shown Patholos's Brotherhood in the hills. Patholos craved revenge, and he played those memories over and over in his mind, till there was nothing more that fiery hate for Rann there.
Issac
He nodded, gravely. "Alright, we'll have to find a way into the Plaza without being caught. The Narza'Tai are sure to guard those sewers, and I doubt they'll have the good will to simply let us through for our unimportant reasons."
Issac's katana clicked loose of its sheath, just as far as the joint in his thumb was from the end of the nail. "We'll definitely have to fight someone in the Silhoutte's army in order to get that deep into their midst." The Altmer explained.
Rann
Rann stopped in his tracks, and his hand went to his less-than-satisfactory weapon, as he thought he felt a presence behind him.
"What's the problem?" he asked, not yet turning to face his opponent.
Rahvin
Rahvin woke suddenly, at Brianna's sense of urgency, and suddenly realized what was happening. He got dressed quickly and made sure he had his sword and daggers.
"Let's go."
Rann stopped in his tracks, and his hand went to his less-than-satisfactory weapon, as he thought he felt a presence behind him.
"What's the problem?" he asked, not yet turning to face his opponent.
Rahvin
Rahvin woke suddenly, at Brianna's sense of urgency, and suddenly realized what was happening. He got dressed quickly and made sure he had his sword and daggers.
"Let's go."
Satyana
"I´m ready" she replied, takiing out a small silver dagger which didn´t look too impressive.. "This dagger is enchanted, you´ll see, it is better than it looks" She polished it against her skirt and it started glowing
"We must try to save Rahvin" Satyana whispered "I´m ready to fight anything"
Brianna
Brianna nodded at Rahvin and hung her bow over her shoulder.
"Wait a minute" she then said " I´ll just.....do something" She then took out a small purple vial of her backpack and dipped a few arrows in it. The tips were glowing after this treatment and Brianna smiled.
"This is an invention of mine" she said "The liquid makes the arrows always hit the target, and when they hit they cause instant death by paralysis of the lungs!"
She then put her hand on Rahvin´s arm...
"Would you consider telling me about that tattoo you have?....please..I know it´s....special, I can feel it"
"I´m ready" she replied, takiing out a small silver dagger which didn´t look too impressive.. "This dagger is enchanted, you´ll see, it is better than it looks" She polished it against her skirt and it started glowing
"We must try to save Rahvin" Satyana whispered "I´m ready to fight anything"
Brianna
Brianna nodded at Rahvin and hung her bow over her shoulder.
"Wait a minute" she then said " I´ll just.....do something" She then took out a small purple vial of her backpack and dipped a few arrows in it. The tips were glowing after this treatment and Brianna smiled.
"This is an invention of mine" she said "The liquid makes the arrows always hit the target, and when they hit they cause instant death by paralysis of the lungs!"
She then put her hand on Rahvin´s arm...
"Would you consider telling me about that tattoo you have?....please..I know it´s....special, I can feel it"
Flint Ironwood.
Flint and Flogir came outside where they were immediately beset by the busy chaos reigning all over the city. The Breton scratched the back of his head and sighed.
,,You know, I really wish things would just calm down now." He muttered. He then shrugged and cast away his opinions. They weren't needed, not now.
Flint grabbed an old and rusty saber from a basket. Some soldier had left it there and with good reason. That what had not yet rusted away could crumble any moment out of misery. The older man chuckled.
,,Not much to look at, is it?" He commented as he gave it a test swing. The blade instantly came loose from the hilt and clattered to the floor, where it shattered into a dozen pieces.
,,Yup, I see potential. I just need some other junk and some time." He said with a smile and bent down to pick up the pieces.
,,Forgive me for bothering you like this, Flogir. But could you perhaps have a man or two collect any old and useless weapon they can find? Material doesn't matter. I want to give this baby here the chance at a second life."
OOC:Just trying to do something. In this case, giving Flint a new weapon.
Flint and Flogir came outside where they were immediately beset by the busy chaos reigning all over the city. The Breton scratched the back of his head and sighed.
,,You know, I really wish things would just calm down now." He muttered. He then shrugged and cast away his opinions. They weren't needed, not now.
Flint grabbed an old and rusty saber from a basket. Some soldier had left it there and with good reason. That what had not yet rusted away could crumble any moment out of misery. The older man chuckled.
,,Not much to look at, is it?" He commented as he gave it a test swing. The blade instantly came loose from the hilt and clattered to the floor, where it shattered into a dozen pieces.
,,Yup, I see potential. I just need some other junk and some time." He said with a smile and bent down to pick up the pieces.
,,Forgive me for bothering you like this, Flogir. But could you perhaps have a man or two collect any old and useless weapon they can find? Material doesn't matter. I want to give this baby here the chance at a second life."
OOC:Just trying to do something. In this case, giving Flint a new weapon.
Flogir
Flogir nodded to Flint's request. Four Brumans were pushing a heavy cask of ale or wine across the entrance to the cellar to block Eurod's exit should his werewolf form attempt to escape. Once that was completed he told two of them to start looking for discarded weapons and return them to Flint.
"While you're taking care of that, I'll be back at the walls," Flogir said with a determined look. "It would be very helpful of you to complete your weapon soon. Your assistance will be needed..."
With that, Flogir and the rest of the Brumans began to head to the walls.
Flogir nodded to Flint's request. Four Brumans were pushing a heavy cask of ale or wine across the entrance to the cellar to block Eurod's exit should his werewolf form attempt to escape. Once that was completed he told two of them to start looking for discarded weapons and return them to Flint.
"While you're taking care of that, I'll be back at the walls," Flogir said with a determined look. "It would be very helpful of you to complete your weapon soon. Your assistance will be needed..."
With that, Flogir and the rest of the Brumans began to head to the walls.
OCC: I'm on a fishing trip with my dad and Tenek. Also, is it alright if the Plys'Iea runs into the four on their way out.
Issac
He nodded, searching his satchel for a Varla stone, and produced the last glowing white crystal in his possession.
The special object turned to dust when Issac used its stored magicka to restore his katana's charge.
"Alright, we should try to avoid as much fighting and attention as possible."
The Altmer flipped open a trapdoor to the bottom og the tower, counting on the prospect of the exit being in the Temple District.
Issac
He nodded, searching his satchel for a Varla stone, and produced the last glowing white crystal in his possession.
The special object turned to dust when Issac used its stored magicka to restore his katana's charge.
"Alright, we should try to avoid as much fighting and attention as possible."
The Altmer flipped open a trapdoor to the bottom og the tower, counting on the prospect of the exit being in the Temple District.
Patholos
"Turn around," he grunted, "Face me, and we will finish the promise I had made to you. Turn around!" Patholos allowed himself to be more visible, and briefly ran a mental map of all his maneuvers he was going to use. Patholos was deadly with blade, and he was ready to kill.
"Turn around," he grunted, "Face me, and we will finish the promise I had made to you. Turn around!" Patholos allowed himself to be more visible, and briefly ran a mental map of all his maneuvers he was going to use. Patholos was deadly with blade, and he was ready to kill.
Rann
Rann made a point of waiting a few long moments before actually turning around.
He didn't draw his sword; instead, he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You're wasting my time," he said, wondering if this would actually escalate to a duel. If so, Rann seriously regretted the loss of his blade.
Rann made a point of waiting a few long moments before actually turning around.
He didn't draw his sword; instead, he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You're wasting my time," he said, wondering if this would actually escalate to a duel. If so, Rann seriously regretted the loss of his blade.
Patholos
In response, he roared, "You will not brush me off!" Patholos grabbed the excess length of chain and bundled it in his hand, then threw the dagger that was attached to the chain at Rann, despite him having his back turned. Patholos did not care for honor, or justice, he only cared for the primal urge to kill that was seeded by the early Brotherhood.
In response, he roared, "You will not brush me off!" Patholos grabbed the excess length of chain and bundled it in his hand, then threw the dagger that was attached to the chain at Rann, despite him having his back turned. Patholos did not care for honor, or justice, he only cared for the primal urge to kill that was seeded by the early Brotherhood.
Green-Root.
Having placed their third bottle of poison gas, Vasha led her group back to one of the Narza'tai's hideouts for some rest.
,,You will not brush me off!" A voice shouted. Green-Root growled.
,,Patholos? What's got him worked up so much?" He wondered out loud which got him a stern glance from everyone else.
,,We're still under enemy regions. Keep your voice down or they might hear us." Kalsh hissed at him. Green-Root shrugged.
,,With the Dunmer's yelling, it's not as if my question makes much of a difference." He claimed. The group then turned the corner and saw the cause of all the commotion.
,,Woah." Green-Root hissed and raised his spear. A thought burst through his mind and he dropped the weapon. No matter what Patholos was doing, the Narza'tai would not forgive him if he fought one of their kin. He had to remember, he was still on trial. He would not intercept that dagger or make any other attempt at joining the hostilities.
The Argonian also saw who was being attacked and flashed a wry grin.
,,Rann. Figures. Damn troubleseeker." He thought and opened his mouth to speak.
,,Patholos, stop this nonsense! What do you think your doing?" He shouted, ignoring the earlier warning about noise drifting up towards the streets. A second thought burst through and he decided to gamble on it.
,,Why are you doing this, Narza'tai? Petty personal grudges have no place in this order. This one is more worth to us alive than he is dead. Decide, kinsman. Decide where your priorities lie. Do they lie with your emotions, or with your clan?" He demanded to know. He realized the irony of saying kinsman.
,,Great, what have I done? I'm giving orders to Karn's second in command. If this goes wrong, they'll have a perfect excuse to claim my head for it." He felt the stares of the rest of his group from behind. He hoped there weren't any poisoned blades aimed his way for this insubordination.
Having placed their third bottle of poison gas, Vasha led her group back to one of the Narza'tai's hideouts for some rest.
,,You will not brush me off!" A voice shouted. Green-Root growled.
,,Patholos? What's got him worked up so much?" He wondered out loud which got him a stern glance from everyone else.
,,We're still under enemy regions. Keep your voice down or they might hear us." Kalsh hissed at him. Green-Root shrugged.
,,With the Dunmer's yelling, it's not as if my question makes much of a difference." He claimed. The group then turned the corner and saw the cause of all the commotion.
,,Woah." Green-Root hissed and raised his spear. A thought burst through his mind and he dropped the weapon. No matter what Patholos was doing, the Narza'tai would not forgive him if he fought one of their kin. He had to remember, he was still on trial. He would not intercept that dagger or make any other attempt at joining the hostilities.
The Argonian also saw who was being attacked and flashed a wry grin.
,,Rann. Figures. Damn troubleseeker." He thought and opened his mouth to speak.
,,Patholos, stop this nonsense! What do you think your doing?" He shouted, ignoring the earlier warning about noise drifting up towards the streets. A second thought burst through and he decided to gamble on it.
,,Why are you doing this, Narza'tai? Petty personal grudges have no place in this order. This one is more worth to us alive than he is dead. Decide, kinsman. Decide where your priorities lie. Do they lie with your emotions, or with your clan?" He demanded to know. He realized the irony of saying kinsman.
,,Great, what have I done? I'm giving orders to Karn's second in command. If this goes wrong, they'll have a perfect excuse to claim my head for it." He felt the stares of the rest of his group from behind. He hoped there weren't any poisoned blades aimed his way for this insubordination.
Tenek
When the silhoutte's armies attack Tenek runs off leaving Encara looking Bewildered,Tenek ran to market district and hid in an abandoned shop and climbed under a dusty desk.
Encara
When Tenek left Encara he at first believed he hed won the struggle.Then he heard lots of foot steps.He looked up to who they were.They obviosly weren't friendly because they had wepons drawn.Then he realized why Tenek had run.Determained not to end up Tenek's company again he ran in a different direction which he then ended up in the temple.district he ran inside the safest looking temple and hid a chest whith nothing in it.
Patholos
The sound of another voice made Patholos turn, and he wrenched the chain and caught his dagger. Sheathing it, he walked right over to Green-Root. He made a sniffing motion with his head, and untied the binding around his head. The bright red orbs that Patholos had for eyes glowed, then turned back to their pale white. Patholos shook his head, and then said to Green-Root, "Sorry, Brother, I am glad my Family was here to prevent my mistake. I will make the necessary reparations for my act of extreme impulsiveness. This Family is not for murder, but retribution. Thank you," And Patholos bowed to Green-Root, not knowing he wasn't an official member yet.
Patholos walked away from Green-Root, and turned towards Rann. He approached Rann and put his face within a foot of Rann's, and whispered, "You may be able to walk high and mighty, and act indignant to others, but there will be a time when the only thing you have is shadow, and pray that I am not in it."
Mannimarco
The werewolves in his area were dead, and Mannimarco was feeling excellent. His magic energy was restored and he felt as though he could take on the world. However, there were a few minor flaws in his plans. One, Sithis had ordered him to secure the three Heirs, and to rekindle the fire of the Dark Brotherhood. Sithis would end him if he turned on that order. Two, there was the issue with the giant alien and the Silhouette, one which Mannimarco had no idea how to resolve.
Mannimarco had watched the "Noble Commander" suffer infection and Mannimarco laughed at the irony. A man comes across the water to save the Heart of the Empire, and he comes down with a disease that will end his career and possibly his life. He smiled again and realized that this would be an opportune time to strike, while they are leaderless.
Mannimarco moved the dead to attack Green Emperor Way...
The sound of another voice made Patholos turn, and he wrenched the chain and caught his dagger. Sheathing it, he walked right over to Green-Root. He made a sniffing motion with his head, and untied the binding around his head. The bright red orbs that Patholos had for eyes glowed, then turned back to their pale white. Patholos shook his head, and then said to Green-Root, "Sorry, Brother, I am glad my Family was here to prevent my mistake. I will make the necessary reparations for my act of extreme impulsiveness. This Family is not for murder, but retribution. Thank you," And Patholos bowed to Green-Root, not knowing he wasn't an official member yet.
Patholos walked away from Green-Root, and turned towards Rann. He approached Rann and put his face within a foot of Rann's, and whispered, "You may be able to walk high and mighty, and act indignant to others, but there will be a time when the only thing you have is shadow, and pray that I am not in it."
Mannimarco
The werewolves in his area were dead, and Mannimarco was feeling excellent. His magic energy was restored and he felt as though he could take on the world. However, there were a few minor flaws in his plans. One, Sithis had ordered him to secure the three Heirs, and to rekindle the fire of the Dark Brotherhood. Sithis would end him if he turned on that order. Two, there was the issue with the giant alien and the Silhouette, one which Mannimarco had no idea how to resolve.
Mannimarco had watched the "Noble Commander" suffer infection and Mannimarco laughed at the irony. A man comes across the water to save the Heart of the Empire, and he comes down with a disease that will end his career and possibly his life. He smiled again and realized that this would be an opportune time to strike, while they are leaderless.
Mannimarco moved the dead to attack Green Emperor Way...
OCC: I assume that Rann, Green-Root and Vasha's group are all in the Temple District.
Plys'Iea
The shouting of the Narza'Tai drew the hunter. From a nearby rooftop, he contorted his snake-like neck to peer down at them.
Plys'Iea
The shouting of the Narza'Tai drew the hunter. From a nearby rooftop, he contorted his snake-like neck to peer down at them.
OOC: Actually, I thought they were in the sewers. But sewers or not, the Plys'Iea has those spines and I think they'll be more than sensitive enough for him to figure out where to look.
Green-Root.
Green-Root was stunned. He hadn't believed it would be that easy. Vasha shook her head and sighed.
,,That was not something you were supposed to do. You don't hold the right to command any of us. But, it worked, I give you that. So I'll let it slip, this time." She said and stepped away, obviously expecting the other Narza'Tai to follow her.
Green-Root shrugged.
,,Things sure go weird sometimes."
Flint Ironwood.
Flint gazed down on the pile of junk that had been delivered. There were axes, polearms, swords, daggers, a bow, the head of a warhammer and other pieces that couldn't be identified right away. His hand caressed a jagged shard of silver-plated steel. The piece of metal still gleamed with a slight enchantment.
,,Too much to reforge a saber. I'll have tons of spares. Hmm, maybe I should work something with a higher quantity of materials. A staff?" He wondered as he began to sort the pieces.
,,I'll work in the pre-enchanted items for a free boost. I'm not a mage, but honestly, no one would enchant a weapon with something that is only a nuisance. I'll then add an internal network of unrefined silver which will hold my own trick. Telekinesis."
Having made up a plan, the Breton went to work on the open streets, melting down the raw material with his Magicka after putting the pile in a large pot.
Green-Root.
Green-Root was stunned. He hadn't believed it would be that easy. Vasha shook her head and sighed.
,,That was not something you were supposed to do. You don't hold the right to command any of us. But, it worked, I give you that. So I'll let it slip, this time." She said and stepped away, obviously expecting the other Narza'Tai to follow her.
Green-Root shrugged.
,,Things sure go weird sometimes."
Flint Ironwood.
Flint gazed down on the pile of junk that had been delivered. There were axes, polearms, swords, daggers, a bow, the head of a warhammer and other pieces that couldn't be identified right away. His hand caressed a jagged shard of silver-plated steel. The piece of metal still gleamed with a slight enchantment.
,,Too much to reforge a saber. I'll have tons of spares. Hmm, maybe I should work something with a higher quantity of materials. A staff?" He wondered as he began to sort the pieces.
,,I'll work in the pre-enchanted items for a free boost. I'm not a mage, but honestly, no one would enchant a weapon with something that is only a nuisance. I'll then add an internal network of unrefined silver which will hold my own trick. Telekinesis."
Having made up a plan, the Breton went to work on the open streets, melting down the raw material with his Magicka after putting the pile in a large pot.
Plys'Iea
Unlike more humanoid sentients, the alien's eyes rested at the top of his head, allowing him to easily spy on the gathering without revealing himself.
As the people talked, the Plya'Iea understood this was an altercation of sorts. He pondered taking the opportunity to attack while they were relatively off-guard.
Finally, the hunter decided to continue watching and attempt to gather as much information as possible.
As the pale Dunmer whispered something to the younger mer, who appeared to be the source of the animosity, the alien snorted as he detected sudden movement from some of the alleyways.
Without shifting his gaze from the enemy, he strained to recognize the creatures approaching..... zombies!
QUOTE(Priest of Sithis @ Sep 1 2007, 03:47 PM)
Patholos
The sound of another voice made Patholos turn, and he wrenched the chain and caught his dagger. Sheathing it, he walked right over to Green-Root. He made a sniffing motion with his head, and untied the binding around his head. The bright red orbs that Patholos had for eyes glowed, then turned back to their pale white. Patholos shook his head, and then said to Green-Root, "Sorry, Brother, I am glad my Family was here to prevent my mistake. I will make the necessary reparations for my act of extreme impulsiveness. This Family is not for murder, but retribution. Thank you," And Patholos bowed to Green-Root, not knowing he wasn't an official member yet.
Patholos walked away from Green-Root, and turned towards Rann. He approached Rann and put his face within a foot of Rann's, and whispered, "You may be able to walk high and mighty, and act indignant to others, but there will be a time when the only thing you have is shadow, and pray that I am not in it."
Rann
Rann's answer was nothing more than an amused grin.
He walked away then, with the purpose of reporting to Flogir. He climbed back up the same manhole he entered, and inquired of soldiers on Flogir's whereabouts.
He learned that their new leader was on the walls, and Rann was certainly glad that they had chosen Flogir; before he was even officially named, he still made sure everything was taken care of.
"Flogir!" he shouted as he ascended to the top of the wall.
Satyana
She made her bow and arrows ready, and followed Issac tight behind.
"Do you think they are still alive?" she whispered.
Brianna
She followed Rahvin, not behind him, she walked by his side. She was prepared for anything, in her mind she thought of the spell....she would not hesitate to use it.
The sewers scared her a bit but she was sure going into them was the only way they might survive this.
They descended into the underworld.....
She made her bow and arrows ready, and followed Issac tight behind.
"Do you think they are still alive?" she whispered.
Brianna
She followed Rahvin, not behind him, she walked by his side. She was prepared for anything, in her mind she thought of the spell....she would not hesitate to use it.
The sewers scared her a bit but she was sure going into them was the only way they might survive this.
They descended into the underworld.....
Flogir
Flogir was inspecting the Bruman's siege equipment when someone called out his name. He looked back and saw Rann. He waved to the youngster.
"Rann! What news do you have?" he said, ushering the Dunmer to come up.
Flogir was inspecting the Bruman's siege equipment when someone called out his name. He looked back and saw Rann. He waved to the youngster.
"Rann! What news do you have?" he said, ushering the Dunmer to come up.
Mannimarco
Amplified magic coursed throughout the overhead sky, as Mannimarco wove complex sets of sorcery. Mannimarco watched his dead minions pound away at the giants doors into Green Emperor Way. The sizable force he had sent into the sewers had alerted him to the Plys'Iea and the others, along with the pale Dunmer and the Fledgling guild. Mannimarco's white teeth glistened and he ground them as he cast magic into the sky, some for show and impression, others for battery and explosiveness, trying to open the gate. Mannimarco knew it was only a matter of time.
Amplified magic coursed throughout the overhead sky, as Mannimarco wove complex sets of sorcery. Mannimarco watched his dead minions pound away at the giants doors into Green Emperor Way. The sizable force he had sent into the sewers had alerted him to the Plys'Iea and the others, along with the pale Dunmer and the Fledgling guild. Mannimarco's white teeth glistened and he ground them as he cast magic into the sky, some for show and impression, others for battery and explosiveness, trying to open the gate. Mannimarco knew it was only a matter of time.
Plys'Iea
As the undead fought for the gates, the alien pondered whether to step in and eliminate the zombies and skeletons.
Then he decided against it, and left the two opposing forces to fight. Leaping from his structure to another, he attempted to follow the arcs of magicka striking the gates, hoping the sorcerer was the Worm King himself.
-----
OCC: At what point are Bree/Rahvin and Satyana/Issac going to meet?
Issac
He waited until his feet were once again on firm ground to answer his lover.
"I really don't know....." Issac said quietly.
As the undead fought for the gates, the alien pondered whether to step in and eliminate the zombies and skeletons.
Then he decided against it, and left the two opposing forces to fight. Leaping from his structure to another, he attempted to follow the arcs of magicka striking the gates, hoping the sorcerer was the Worm King himself.
-----
OCC: At what point are Bree/Rahvin and Satyana/Issac going to meet?
Issac
He waited until his feet were once again on firm ground to answer his lover.
"I really don't know....." Issac said quietly.
Rann
Rann was no soldier, but when Flogir addressed him, he snapped to attention and gave a stiff salute. Best to make it look as official as possible around all the men.
"Sir, Commander Arastus stepped down and appointed you to be the new Commander. You now have joint leadership of the forces assembled here."
Rann was no soldier, but when Flogir addressed him, he snapped to attention and gave a stiff salute. Best to make it look as official as possible around all the men.
"Sir, Commander Arastus stepped down and appointed you to be the new Commander. You now have joint leadership of the forces assembled here."
Flogir
Flogir smirked at how Rann snapped to attention. It appeared that the command had been passed onto him.
"A joint command you say? Who do I share it with?" Flogir asked.
Just then, Mannimarco's undead began attacking the walls. Flogir cursed and began to order the Brumans to launch the stone throwers.
"Well, whoever it is, could you get them over here, so we can sort things out?" he ordered Rann while his attention stayed in the direction of the battle.
"We're going to need the Morrowind Army troops over here soon, for now I got them on reserve though."
Flogir smirked at how Rann snapped to attention. It appeared that the command had been passed onto him.
"A joint command you say? Who do I share it with?" Flogir asked.
Just then, Mannimarco's undead began attacking the walls. Flogir cursed and began to order the Brumans to launch the stone throwers.
"Well, whoever it is, could you get them over here, so we can sort things out?" he ordered Rann while his attention stayed in the direction of the battle.
"We're going to need the Morrowind Army troops over here soon, for now I got them on reserve though."
Flint Ironwood.
Water boiled up in a thick cloud accompanied by an ominous hiss. Flint carefully pulled the still glowing end out of the bucket and watched as the staff cooled and settled into its final state. Unlike his lost katanas, there was nothing fancy about the staff. There were no runes or other forms of decoration. The whole piece was one smooth silvery shaft with rounded tips. All smooth, except for several bands at regular intervals were he'd imprinted a net-surface to improve its grip.
An errant ray of sunlight touched a tip which instantly exploded into a chaos of colours.
,,Woah. Nice." The Breton muttered and gave a few swings to try out the balance. Everything was perfect.
,,Now let's go and meet Flogir."
Green-Root.
,,Quick, to the sewers!" Vasha ordered immediately when hell arrived. The Narza'Tai followed their leader. None of them were equiped witht eh weapons needed to effectively fight zombies. Crossbows, even those with poisoned bolts, just didn't do enough damage to the rotting muscles to matter. None of them could fight this enemy, except for Green-Root.
The Argonian was also incidentally the slowest and he cursed his side which had never healed properly. He held his spear at the ready in case he would be surrounded. But even then, he held little hope of surviving a battle.
Water boiled up in a thick cloud accompanied by an ominous hiss. Flint carefully pulled the still glowing end out of the bucket and watched as the staff cooled and settled into its final state. Unlike his lost katanas, there was nothing fancy about the staff. There were no runes or other forms of decoration. The whole piece was one smooth silvery shaft with rounded tips. All smooth, except for several bands at regular intervals were he'd imprinted a net-surface to improve its grip.
An errant ray of sunlight touched a tip which instantly exploded into a chaos of colours.
,,Woah. Nice." The Breton muttered and gave a few swings to try out the balance. Everything was perfect.
,,Now let's go and meet Flogir."
Green-Root.
,,Quick, to the sewers!" Vasha ordered immediately when hell arrived. The Narza'Tai followed their leader. None of them were equiped witht eh weapons needed to effectively fight zombies. Crossbows, even those with poisoned bolts, just didn't do enough damage to the rotting muscles to matter. None of them could fight this enemy, except for Green-Root.
The Argonian was also incidentally the slowest and he cursed his side which had never healed properly. He held his spear at the ready in case he would be surrounded. But even then, he held little hope of surviving a battle.
Ian
The officer in charge of the weapons cache gladly accepted Ian's donation of his Deadric arrows.
He had plenty of randomly-enchanted bonemold arrows in his quiver, mundane arrows weren't as effective as destructive arrows against undead.
Ian walked away from the stores with a glass shield and a steel hold-out dagger. As the vampire vanished, he said to Cerpin. "Time to liberate a body."
QUOTE(The Metal Mallet @ Sep 3 2007, 11:57 AM)
Flogir
Flogir smirked at how Rann snapped to attention. It appeared that the command had been passed onto him.
"A joint command you say? Who do I share it with?" Flogir asked.
Just then, Mannimarco's undead began attacking the walls. Flogir cursed and began to order the Brumans to launch the stone throwers.
"Well, whoever it is, could you get them over here, so we can sort things out?" he ordered Rann while his attention stayed in the direction of the battle.
"We're going to need the Morrowind Army troops over here soon, for now I got them on reserve though."
Rann
Rann shrugged, obviously forgetting his earlier military discipline, "I can try to find him, but I haven't seen him in a while."
With that he walked at a brisk pace to try to find Altair.
OOC: where is Altair, and I guess I'll control him again in shogun's absence?
Flint Ironwood.
Flint arrived at the walls and found that the zombies were attacking again. He sighed and tapped on a cobblestone with his new staff.
,,Geez, give me a break already. This is so getting boring in a way." He mumbled and then found the will to chuckle.
,,Wonderful, I can call a massive charge by the undead boring. Tells you how crazy my world is."
He ascended the walls in a hurry and stopped next to his old friend.
,,Ok, Flogir. All set here." He spoke and raised his hand in a greeting. He then aimed the staff at the group bashing away at the gates.
,,But let's skip the pleasantries and get right down to bussines. Eat Telekinetic shockwaves, you smelling stinkerds!" He shouted and invoked the staff's power for the first time.
The air was compressed into a dense wall and hurled itself at the undead. The cobblestones cracked where it impacted with the ground, zombies were thrown away, knocking over more of thier kin in their flailing flight.
,,I worked in nearly twice as much silver in here than in one of my old katanas. I'd say the results are clear." Flint whooped with pride. Then, the staff rinkled and a pinkish puff erupted from it.
Instantly, the Breton's expression turned from pleasure to one of confusion and worry.
,,Eh, what's this?" He asked half-aloud and warily sniffed up a small portion of the cloud.
,,Hmm, smells like flowers. Weird."
He put the staff down and fired a Telekinetic blast of his own at the mob below. In case the weapon had other unexpected reactions, it was best not to use it and thoroughly examine it later.
,,Got reinforcements? I'm afraid I kinda never got around to learning the lethal spells." He called to Flogir.
Flint arrived at the walls and found that the zombies were attacking again. He sighed and tapped on a cobblestone with his new staff.
,,Geez, give me a break already. This is so getting boring in a way." He mumbled and then found the will to chuckle.
,,Wonderful, I can call a massive charge by the undead boring. Tells you how crazy my world is."
He ascended the walls in a hurry and stopped next to his old friend.
,,Ok, Flogir. All set here." He spoke and raised his hand in a greeting. He then aimed the staff at the group bashing away at the gates.
,,But let's skip the pleasantries and get right down to bussines. Eat Telekinetic shockwaves, you smelling stinkerds!" He shouted and invoked the staff's power for the first time.
The air was compressed into a dense wall and hurled itself at the undead. The cobblestones cracked where it impacted with the ground, zombies were thrown away, knocking over more of thier kin in their flailing flight.
,,I worked in nearly twice as much silver in here than in one of my old katanas. I'd say the results are clear." Flint whooped with pride. Then, the staff rinkled and a pinkish puff erupted from it.
Instantly, the Breton's expression turned from pleasure to one of confusion and worry.
,,Eh, what's this?" He asked half-aloud and warily sniffed up a small portion of the cloud.
,,Hmm, smells like flowers. Weird."
He put the staff down and fired a Telekinetic blast of his own at the mob below. In case the weapon had other unexpected reactions, it was best not to use it and thoroughly examine it later.
,,Got reinforcements? I'm afraid I kinda never got around to learning the lethal spells." He called to Flogir.
OOC: for the sake of moving this along, I'll take Altair/Veric for a bit.
Rann and Altair
Rann found Altair in the Green Emperor Way, leaning against a gravestone as he seemed to be in deep thought, studying the tome given to him by Kirana before she disappeared.
He apparently sensed Rann's approach, as he slowly shut the book and looked up at the young dunmer.
"Some news, perhaps?"
Rann nodded, "You've been named co-leader of the forces here along with Flogir. You should probably speak with him."
"And I will," Altair replied, tucking the tome away in the folds of his robes as he stood up, "Lead me to him."
Rann and Altair made it to the wall just in time to hear Flint's comment on lethal spells.
"I can provide some magical assistance master Flint." Altair answered unexpectedly.
Rahvin
"Be careful; I don't know who has control of the sewers at the moment, and if it's the enemy I'd rather not let them know we're here," he whispered, gripping his dagger tightly.
He walked a short distance ahead of Brianna, hoping to quietly dispatch any potential threat before she even reached it.
Rann and Altair
Rann found Altair in the Green Emperor Way, leaning against a gravestone as he seemed to be in deep thought, studying the tome given to him by Kirana before she disappeared.
He apparently sensed Rann's approach, as he slowly shut the book and looked up at the young dunmer.
"Some news, perhaps?"
Rann nodded, "You've been named co-leader of the forces here along with Flogir. You should probably speak with him."
"And I will," Altair replied, tucking the tome away in the folds of his robes as he stood up, "Lead me to him."
Rann and Altair made it to the wall just in time to hear Flint's comment on lethal spells.
"I can provide some magical assistance master Flint." Altair answered unexpectedly.
Rahvin
"Be careful; I don't know who has control of the sewers at the moment, and if it's the enemy I'd rather not let them know we're here," he whispered, gripping his dagger tightly.
He walked a short distance ahead of Brianna, hoping to quietly dispatch any potential threat before she even reached it.
Flogir
Flogir ordered the Brumans to fire their siege weapons and they were quick to reply. The stone throwings dispersed their cargo into the undead ranks, ruining many of the bodies to complete uselessness. Flogir whooped and ordered the archers to send fire arrows next. Soon enough a small blaze of burning bodies appeared.
Flogir turned around and saw that Rann had brought Altair and Flint had arrived.
"Your help is always appreciated, Flint. The make good use of your abilities as far as I'm concerned. Greetings Altair. I take it you've heard about your head position governing these forces, no?" Flogir asked, switching his conversation midway from Flint to Altair.
[b]Voltar and Amrita[b]
Voltar and Amrita followed Altair as Rann led him to the frontlines. Voltar was mildly amused by Astratus' choice of putting Altair into power. This would make things much easier in establishing trust with the soldiers and should victory be ascertained, Altair's mission to gain control of the province would be a smoother transition.
Amrita simply went because Rann was topside again. Even though she had helped her sibling once already; helping him again would perhaps give her a chance to ask a favour of him; that would be to forgive Satyana and her misguided ways.
Flogir ordered the Brumans to fire their siege weapons and they were quick to reply. The stone throwings dispersed their cargo into the undead ranks, ruining many of the bodies to complete uselessness. Flogir whooped and ordered the archers to send fire arrows next. Soon enough a small blaze of burning bodies appeared.
Flogir turned around and saw that Rann had brought Altair and Flint had arrived.
"Your help is always appreciated, Flint. The make good use of your abilities as far as I'm concerned. Greetings Altair. I take it you've heard about your head position governing these forces, no?" Flogir asked, switching his conversation midway from Flint to Altair.
[b]Voltar and Amrita[b]
Voltar and Amrita followed Altair as Rann led him to the frontlines. Voltar was mildly amused by Astratus' choice of putting Altair into power. This would make things much easier in establishing trust with the soldiers and should victory be ascertained, Altair's mission to gain control of the province would be a smoother transition.
Amrita simply went because Rann was topside again. Even though she had helped her sibling once already; helping him again would perhaps give her a chance to ask a favour of him; that would be to forgive Satyana and her misguided ways.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint gave a short nod.
,,Any help would be appreciated, sir. How about I herd them together so you can wipe them all out with some fire or something?" He offered and began to press walls of air to force the zombies into a densely clumped mass.
Flint gave a short nod.
,,Any help would be appreciated, sir. How about I herd them together so you can wipe them all out with some fire or something?" He offered and began to press walls of air to force the zombies into a densely clumped mass.
Satyana
Satyana said nothing...
Of course he doesn´t know....I don´t know either, but I hope they´re alive,...
She followed him, shrugging from the cold dampness of the sewers. She thought she heard sounds from everywhere, footsteps, sighs....diffuse murmur. Her hands were damp....her heart was beating ..Suddenly her left foot stepped into thin air and she fell....A sharp pain went up her left leg and she could not hold back a scream
"Ahhhhrggh!"
She tried to get up but couldn´t....her left leg was in a strange angle and the kneecap was not placed where it was supposed to be..
"I...I think my leg is broken" she sobbed
Brianna
She was walking rather tight behind Rahvin, as silent as she could.
I´m safe with him...safer than I ever have been. I wonder ....I wonder when he found out he loved me? Because he does....now. I wonder if he sometimes think about....her?. I wonder what will happen if she suddenly returns? Will he stick with me? If he leaves me now I´ll kill myself...
"Rahv! Did you hear that? That scream, is it human?" she whispered
Satyana said nothing...
Of course he doesn´t know....I don´t know either, but I hope they´re alive,...
She followed him, shrugging from the cold dampness of the sewers. She thought she heard sounds from everywhere, footsteps, sighs....diffuse murmur. Her hands were damp....her heart was beating ..Suddenly her left foot stepped into thin air and she fell....A sharp pain went up her left leg and she could not hold back a scream
"Ahhhhrggh!"
She tried to get up but couldn´t....her left leg was in a strange angle and the kneecap was not placed where it was supposed to be..
"I...I think my leg is broken" she sobbed
Brianna
She was walking rather tight behind Rahvin, as silent as she could.
I´m safe with him...safer than I ever have been. I wonder ....I wonder when he found out he loved me? Because he does....now. I wonder if he sometimes think about....her?. I wonder what will happen if she suddenly returns? Will he stick with me? If he leaves me now I´ll kill myself...
"Rahv! Did you hear that? That scream, is it human?" she whispered
This is a "lo-fi" version of our main content. To view the full version with more information, formatting and images, please click here.