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Ian
The vampire nodded, he saw the door to the Temple open and the necromancer himself stride out with seven armored corpses. "He just walked out of the temple, must not expect to be attacked in the center of his territory."
I could shoot him from here, Ian thought, but dismissed the idea. "Let's get closer, those seven undead are different from normal liches, who did they have beneath the Temple?"
Plys'Iea
"Attempting to surround me? Have you learned nothing since our first encounter?" He hissed at them. Rather than retreat immediately, he decided to use a simple counter. Facing neither, he took a slow step back (to the left/right of Rann and Amrita) his eyes moving independantly to track both simultaniously.
Cerpin
"Those that receive the honor of being buried beneath the temple did so because of great deeds," he answered, "Though I don't know exactly who was buried there."
Rann
Rann looked to Amrita with an expression that seemed to ask her if she was making the first move.
"Those that receive the honor of being buried beneath the temple did so because of great deeds," he answered, "Though I don't know exactly who was buried there."
Rann
Rann looked to Amrita with an expression that seemed to ask her if she was making the first move.
Ian
He turned to the Narza'Tai leader, "You and your assassins know where you will work best. I understand you're all under orders to keep excess undead off our backs and leave the necromancers to us."
The robed woman replied, beneath her mask. "Aye, by the time Mannimarco is slain, his followers and undead servants will be gone from this world for good."
Ian nodded curtly, "Let's not waste this opportunity then, Mannimarco's in the open and vulnerable." Expecting Cerpin to follow, the vampire turned and began to make his way through the rubble toward the temple.
Mannimarco.
Mannimarco stopped suddenly, his Liches moving in to surround him and ward him from threats at all sides.
,,I feel death in the air, but it's not mine." The necromancer whispered. But as of yet, he had not yet pinpointed the vampire's position.
,,He's here, somewhere! The vampire, he has come. Prepare yourselves, my servants."
OOC: I really have the feeling that I'm playing a different Mannimarco than Priest's. I guess we have a different style or something. For one thing, mine seems weaker.
Mannimarco stopped suddenly, his Liches moving in to surround him and ward him from threats at all sides.
,,I feel death in the air, but it's not mine." The necromancer whispered. But as of yet, he had not yet pinpointed the vampire's position.
,,He's here, somewhere! The vampire, he has come. Prepare yourselves, my servants."
OOC: I really have the feeling that I'm playing a different Mannimarco than Priest's. I guess we have a different style or something. For one thing, mine seems weaker.
Cerpin
Cerpin followed Ian for a small amount of time, but he was soon walking alongside the vampire as they approached the Temple entrance.
Cerpin looked over at Ian with a very serious expression, and began to speak quietly, so as not to be overheard, "I know you don't approve of my methods, but I think it's the best way to escape alive. I'll go at Mannimarco first; you hang back and take care of his minions. I will let him gain a serious advantage, and bring me to the brink of death. At that very moment, I will switch bodies with the filthy wizard and one of us will take that opportunity to kill the King of Worms, who in this beaten body won't have much fight left."
Rann
Amrita paused one moment too long. Rann didn't want her to be the target of the monster, especially if she was unable to think of an attack. To buy her some more time, Rann charged in. He jumped in the air with his sword high above his head, ready for a strike to the alien's head.
OOC: swat him away, let him hit, I don't care.
Cerpin followed Ian for a small amount of time, but he was soon walking alongside the vampire as they approached the Temple entrance.
Cerpin looked over at Ian with a very serious expression, and began to speak quietly, so as not to be overheard, "I know you don't approve of my methods, but I think it's the best way to escape alive. I'll go at Mannimarco first; you hang back and take care of his minions. I will let him gain a serious advantage, and bring me to the brink of death. At that very moment, I will switch bodies with the filthy wizard and one of us will take that opportunity to kill the King of Worms, who in this beaten body won't have much fight left."
Rann
Amrita paused one moment too long. Rann didn't want her to be the target of the monster, especially if she was unable to think of an attack. To buy her some more time, Rann charged in. He jumped in the air with his sword high above his head, ready for a strike to the alien's head.
OOC: swat him away, let him hit, I don't care.
OCC: WHen the swap occures, Ian will only be able to get Kirana's soul back, so Mannimarco can manage to teleport, or whatever away. Perhaps in the confusion of an all-out zombie rush.
Ian
"As long as it works, just don't take to much time before swapping." The vampire replied, if Mannimarco was dead for good, then he didn't care how the necromancer was to die.
Plys'Iea
When the Dunmer attacked, he swiveled his head to face him. Lowering himself slightly, the alien himself moved into the elf's jump, and his head shot forward. His jaws snapped shut on Rann's other arm, while his teeth weren't meant for tearing meat like his more ancient ancestors, they were suited to maintaining grip on food once it had it.
With a lunge in the direction of the female Altmer, the Plys'Iea swung his head, and Rann with it, at Amrita. He released Rann's arm at the right time for him to land near or on his other opponent. The alien snarled, blood dripping from his maw. "Now, little prey, you have lost your 'advantage.'"
OCC: We also need to move Satyana and co. Wouldn't it suck of one of Mannimarco's necromancers found Telina's body?
Issac
While he understood this was a family reunion of sorts, Issac grew somewhat impatient to get moving. "We need to do something about your mother's body, then we can try killing that witch and calling Serene." The Altmer didn't know where the others had in mind to put Telina's body, but he started off in a random direction: the Elven Gardens, away from the breach.
Ian
"As long as it works, just don't take to much time before swapping." The vampire replied, if Mannimarco was dead for good, then he didn't care how the necromancer was to die.
Plys'Iea
When the Dunmer attacked, he swiveled his head to face him. Lowering himself slightly, the alien himself moved into the elf's jump, and his head shot forward. His jaws snapped shut on Rann's other arm, while his teeth weren't meant for tearing meat like his more ancient ancestors, they were suited to maintaining grip on food once it had it.
With a lunge in the direction of the female Altmer, the Plys'Iea swung his head, and Rann with it, at Amrita. He released Rann's arm at the right time for him to land near or on his other opponent. The alien snarled, blood dripping from his maw. "Now, little prey, you have lost your 'advantage.'"
OCC: We also need to move Satyana and co. Wouldn't it suck of one of Mannimarco's necromancers found Telina's body?
Issac
While he understood this was a family reunion of sorts, Issac grew somewhat impatient to get moving. "We need to do something about your mother's body, then we can try killing that witch and calling Serene." The Altmer didn't know where the others had in mind to put Telina's body, but he started off in a random direction: the Elven Gardens, away from the breach.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Oct 17 2007, 02:16 PM) 
OCC: WHen the swap occures, Ian will only be able to get Kirana's soul back, so Mannimarco can manage to teleport, or whatever away. Perhaps in the confusion of an all-out zombie rush.
Ian
"As long as it works, just don't take to much time before swapping." The vampire replied, if Mannimarco was dead for good, then he didn't care how the necromancer was to die.
Plys'Iea
When the Dunmer attacked, he swiveled his head to face him. Lowering himself slightly, the alien himself moved into the elf's jump, and his head shot forward. His jaws snapped shut on Rann's other arm, while his teeth weren't meant for tearing meat like his more ancient ancestors, they were suited to maintaining grip on food once it had it.
With a lunge in the direction of the female Altmer, the Plys'Iea swung his head, and Rann with it, at Amrita. He released Rann's arm at the right time for him to land near or on his other opponent. The alien snarled, blood dripping from his maw. "Now, little prey, you have lost your 'advantage.'"
OCC: We also need to move Satyana and co. Wouldn't it suck of one of Mannimarco's necromancers found Telina's body?
Issac
While he understood this was a family reunion of sorts, Issac grew somewhat impatient to get moving. "We need to do something about your mother's body, then we can try killing that witch and calling Serene." The Altmer didn't know where the others had in mind to put Telina's body, but he started off in a random direction: the Elven Gardens, away from the breach.
Haldin
Haldin nodded at issac, wiping the tears away, I agree that we shold do som-" the rest of what he was about to say was cut of as his mothers body started to shine a bright white light, before dissapearing in a bang. Haldin looked on in shock for a few seconds before chuckling, "it appears that not even in death my mother can run out of surprises".
No one noticed the book that Satyana had been iven glowed white for a brief seconds, but Satyana definately felt the small warmth that lingered for a few minutes.
James.
James looked surly up at the old man who had replied to HIM of all people with sarcasm, that James felt was an insult, he was supposes to be sarcastic not the other way around.
"Well if I couldn't have gotten away what took you so bloody long, age turned you into an old goat", he snapped at Flint, before to his horror he felt his eyelids close, and he fell to the ground in a dead faint.
OOC: Decided that I wouldn't want telina re-animated...it could have very adverse and painful consequenses to a certain poor necromancer...remember nothing is ever normal when it comes to a Delvanni *smirk*
And James being his usual Jamsia manner just had to get the last word
Issac
He was stunned when Telina suddenly began to glow, and then vanished from his arms altogether. However, he decided to take Haldin's word for it, and treat the weird occurance as if it was nothing irregular.
Issac only noticed the book was shining as it began to darken again, but simply raised an eyebrow, expecting someone to elaborate if necessary on what was going on.
Amrita
Amrita was about to prepare a spell when Rann went to attack the creature. The action caused her to hesitate and she suddenly found that Rann was being hurled at her. She quickly casted a slowfall spell on Rann and it allowed her to side step Rann.
She examined the weapon Rann had and tossed him one of her daggers. "The enchantment on that might be of some help. Might be a bit difficult to use in this situation but it's the best I have. Cover your eyes now."
To buy them some time, Amrita evoked a powerfully bright light spell, seeking to blind their opponent.
Amrita was about to prepare a spell when Rann went to attack the creature. The action caused her to hesitate and she suddenly found that Rann was being hurled at her. She quickly casted a slowfall spell on Rann and it allowed her to side step Rann.
She examined the weapon Rann had and tossed him one of her daggers. "The enchantment on that might be of some help. Might be a bit difficult to use in this situation but it's the best I have. Cover your eyes now."
To buy them some time, Amrita evoked a powerfully bright light spell, seeking to blind their opponent.
Mannimarco, temple district.
The necromancer gazed about. Up there, a collection of souls.
,,You can't hide from me, vampire!" He snarled as he threw a curse Ian's way. The constant meddling of that man and the utter persistance he showed was becoming highly annoying.
All around the temple district, zombies stopped their aimless lumbering and turned, at which point they began a slow yet relentless push at the invaders.
OOC: The zombies are still out of melee range, not to mention that they won't be able to climb up on the walls anyway. But Cerpin's bodyswitch might prove difficult. I mean, wasn't it a touch spell? Mannimarco isn't a melee-freak. The best thing to do would be for Ian and Narza'Tai to run distraction so that Cerpin can sneak in.
Flint Ironwood, at a quiet spot.
Flint merely smiled when James passed out and a healer rushed over to attend to him.
,,Finally, was about time he stopped being such a smartass. And I guess he didn't notice the collateral damage of the distraction I used."
The necromancer gazed about. Up there, a collection of souls.
,,You can't hide from me, vampire!" He snarled as he threw a curse Ian's way. The constant meddling of that man and the utter persistance he showed was becoming highly annoying.
All around the temple district, zombies stopped their aimless lumbering and turned, at which point they began a slow yet relentless push at the invaders.
OOC: The zombies are still out of melee range, not to mention that they won't be able to climb up on the walls anyway. But Cerpin's bodyswitch might prove difficult. I mean, wasn't it a touch spell? Mannimarco isn't a melee-freak. The best thing to do would be for Ian and Narza'Tai to run distraction so that Cerpin can sneak in.
Flint Ironwood, at a quiet spot.
Flint merely smiled when James passed out and a healer rushed over to attend to him.
,,Finally, was about time he stopped being such a smartass. And I guess he didn't notice the collateral damage of the distraction I used."
OCC: Alright, I'm sure a vampire and eleven, or so, professional assassins can be very distracting. The next few liches won't be dispached so easily, nor will they fight one-on-one.
Ian
"Then I shall expect the same from you, Worm King!" He shot back, jumping down from a pillar, the curse flying over him. "Sent your minions against me, and I shall slay them, AGAIN and AGAIN!"
The vampire's wrist blades lit up once again, heat radiating from their surface. Ian met the charge of the first orc-lich bodyguard, spinging inward to avoid the blunt weapon's strike. As the war hammer struck the stonework, he jumped slightly to land on the handle.
The unexpected burden forced the lich, however strong, to it knees. Before it could properly recover and throw the vampire off, the undead's head was cleaved in two by a scalding hot spike.
Ian landed easily, stepping over the body of the first lich, the remains of the head were smoking faintly. As the next two liches moved in, crossbow bolts, broadened to slice but not pierce, flew from vantage points as three of the Narza'Tai opened fire on the hoarde of undead.
The decaying flesh was no match for the specialized rounds, legs were halfed and necks were separated from torsos.
Plys'Iea
The brutal light burned his retinas, forcing him to step back and shut his eyelids tightly. The recoil lasted for a split second, before he regained his composure, with his eyes still pained, he did the best he could to compensate.
The alien's six extra-sensory appendages lengthened to their maximum, flaring out in different directions. One above each shoulder, to the left and right, and tow down toward the ground. His sixth sense was so well-developed, through nearly constant use, that it worked just as well as his sight.
The light of the witch's spell did not affect his ability to detect motion, he could fight just as well this way as he could with his eyes open...... but then he would have used both primary senses. As the Dunmer caught a dagger that thrummed oddly, he leapt toward the female, whom he suspected was a witch of some sort.
His large, four-fingered hand formed a fist the size of a typical humanoid's head, and attempted to strike Amrita.
Ian
"Then I shall expect the same from you, Worm King!" He shot back, jumping down from a pillar, the curse flying over him. "Sent your minions against me, and I shall slay them, AGAIN and AGAIN!"
The vampire's wrist blades lit up once again, heat radiating from their surface. Ian met the charge of the first orc-lich bodyguard, spinging inward to avoid the blunt weapon's strike. As the war hammer struck the stonework, he jumped slightly to land on the handle.
The unexpected burden forced the lich, however strong, to it knees. Before it could properly recover and throw the vampire off, the undead's head was cleaved in two by a scalding hot spike.
Ian landed easily, stepping over the body of the first lich, the remains of the head were smoking faintly. As the next two liches moved in, crossbow bolts, broadened to slice but not pierce, flew from vantage points as three of the Narza'Tai opened fire on the hoarde of undead.
The decaying flesh was no match for the specialized rounds, legs were halfed and necks were separated from torsos.
Plys'Iea
The brutal light burned his retinas, forcing him to step back and shut his eyelids tightly. The recoil lasted for a split second, before he regained his composure, with his eyes still pained, he did the best he could to compensate.
The alien's six extra-sensory appendages lengthened to their maximum, flaring out in different directions. One above each shoulder, to the left and right, and tow down toward the ground. His sixth sense was so well-developed, through nearly constant use, that it worked just as well as his sight.
The light of the witch's spell did not affect his ability to detect motion, he could fight just as well this way as he could with his eyes open...... but then he would have used both primary senses. As the Dunmer caught a dagger that thrummed oddly, he leapt toward the female, whom he suspected was a witch of some sort.
His large, four-fingered hand formed a fist the size of a typical humanoid's head, and attempted to strike Amrita.
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Oct 18 2007, 05:27 PM)
OCC: Alright, I'm sure a vampire and eleven, or so, professional assassins can be very distracting. The next few liches won't be dispached so easily, nor will they fight one-on-one.
Ian
"Then I shall expect the same from you, Worm King!" He shot back, jumping down from a pillar, the curse flying over him. "Sent your minions against me, and I shall slay them, AGAIN and AGAIN!"
The vampire's wrist blades lit up once again, heat radiating from their surface. Ian met the charge of the first orc-lich bodyguard, spinging inward to avoid the blunt weapon's strike. As the war hammer struck the stonework, he jumped slightly to land on the handle.
The unexpected burden forced the lich, however strong, to it knees. Before it could properly recover and throw the vampire off, the undead's head was cleaved in two by a scalding hot spike.
Ian landed easily, stepping over the body of the first lich, the remains of the head were smoking faintly. As the next two liches moved in, crossbow bolts, broadened to slice but not pierce, flew from vantage points as three of the Narza'Tai opened fire on the hoarde of undead.
The decaying flesh was no match for the specialized rounds, legs were halfed and necks were separated from torsos.
Plys'Iea
The brutal light burned his retinas, forcing him to step back and shut his eyelids tightly. The recoil lasted for a split second, before he regained his composure, with his eyes still pained, he did the best he could to compensate.
The alien's six extra-sensory appendages lengthened to their maximum, flaring out in different directions. One above each shoulder, to the left and right, and tow down toward the ground. His sixth sense was so well-developed, through nearly constant use, that it worked just as well as his sight.
The light of the witch's spell did not affect his ability to detect motion, he could fight just as well this way as he could with his eyes open...... but then he would have used both primary senses. As the Dunmer caught a dagger that thrummed oddly, he leapt toward the female, whom he suspected was a witch of some sort.
His large, four-fingered hand formed a fist the size of a typical humanoid's head, and attempted to strike Amrita.
Cerpin
Cerpin didn't use tactics as straightforward as Ian's. Instead, he stayed atop the stonework with the Narza'Tai, but while they shot crossbow bolts, he summoned lightning bolts and fireballs, eventually concentrating his fire on the two liches that faced Ian.
Cerpin could barely see Mannimarco in the distance, but there was a wall of undead blocking the way.
Rann
Amrita had told him to close his eyes before the dagger even reached his hand. Surprising even himself, he caught the dagger, but when he opened his eyes again, their foe was headed straight for Amrita, the monstrous fist threatening to crush her skull.
Feeling as if he had no choice, he drained a moderate amount of magicka from Amrita and immediately felt it coursing through his own veins. He didn't have much time to be creative, so he put a shield on Amrita as he ran to attack with his dagger.
Amrita
As Amrita recovered from her spell use, she was surprised to see that the creature was lunging in for an attack almost instantly after her spell. A slight chill went up her spine as she felt her magicka being drained by Rann. She didn't know that Rann had such an ability.
Just before the fist of the creature landed, Amrita sensed the shield spell surround her. The fist smacked against the barrier and caused Amrita to slide backwards from the force; but she was unharmed.
She paused a brief moment as she figured out how the beast could recover from such a blinding spell so quickly. Obviously it had other ways to sense them. She then noticed that six spikes located on the body of the beast had increased and were twitching constantly. She pointed at them.
"Aim for those spiky appendages! I think they're like motion sensors," she instructed Rann as she aimed a bolt at one particular one and fired.
As Amrita recovered from her spell use, she was surprised to see that the creature was lunging in for an attack almost instantly after her spell. A slight chill went up her spine as she felt her magicka being drained by Rann. She didn't know that Rann had such an ability.
Just before the fist of the creature landed, Amrita sensed the shield spell surround her. The fist smacked against the barrier and caused Amrita to slide backwards from the force; but she was unharmed.
She paused a brief moment as she figured out how the beast could recover from such a blinding spell so quickly. Obviously it had other ways to sense them. She then noticed that six spikes located on the body of the beast had increased and were twitching constantly. She pointed at them.
"Aim for those spiky appendages! I think they're like motion sensors," she instructed Rann as she aimed a bolt at one particular one and fired.
Rann
Rann had closed the distance between himself and the Plys'Iea, and sticking Amrita's dagger into his belt, he decided to try Amrita's suggestion. He gripped his sword with both hands and with a mighty overhead chop, swung at one of the appendages, unsure of what would happen next.
Rann had closed the distance between himself and the Plys'Iea, and sticking Amrita's dagger into his belt, he decided to try Amrita's suggestion. He gripped his sword with both hands and with a mighty overhead chop, swung at one of the appendages, unsure of what would happen next.
Mannimarco.
Mannimarco cursed. The vampire was good, easily slaying one of his new Liches. At the same time, a torrent of crossbow bolts and magicka rained down upon his forces. The Lich-king rose his hands into the sky and, after sending a curse at the origin of that firing, scores of zombified birds leaped for the skies, momentarily blackening the sun as they sweeped around for an attack on the walls their ground-bound kin couldn't reach.
OOC: The individual birds are fragile as hell and can't do much damage. Any form of armour is enough to stop a peck. So mostly they're distraction (and meatshield)
Flint Ironwood.
Flint looked up for a moment as a shadow rose. He didn't remember any clouds blocking the sun.
,,Ah, crap." He muttered as he identified the source of the darkness as countless flying animals of some sort. The way they moved in a thick swarm made him shiver involuntarily.
,,Something's wrong. Big time." The Breton concluded. He looked down at the work in his hands. It would take at least half an hour to reassemble his armour, and most of it was still in pretty poor condition at that.
He dropped the pile, picked up Aleatoire and leapt straight up so he could see out over the city.
Mannimarco cursed. The vampire was good, easily slaying one of his new Liches. At the same time, a torrent of crossbow bolts and magicka rained down upon his forces. The Lich-king rose his hands into the sky and, after sending a curse at the origin of that firing, scores of zombified birds leaped for the skies, momentarily blackening the sun as they sweeped around for an attack on the walls their ground-bound kin couldn't reach.
OOC: The individual birds are fragile as hell and can't do much damage. Any form of armour is enough to stop a peck. So mostly they're distraction (and meatshield)
Flint Ironwood.
Flint looked up for a moment as a shadow rose. He didn't remember any clouds blocking the sun.
,,Ah, crap." He muttered as he identified the source of the darkness as countless flying animals of some sort. The way they moved in a thick swarm made him shiver involuntarily.
,,Something's wrong. Big time." The Breton concluded. He looked down at the work in his hands. It would take at least half an hour to reassemble his armour, and most of it was still in pretty poor condition at that.
He dropped the pile, picked up Aleatoire and leapt straight up so he could see out over the city.
OCC: The birds should also be a great way to disease the army
Plys'Iea
He only comprehended the female's words as her lighting struck one of his spines. The electricity caused the appendage to multiply the pain threefold. The towering alien lost his footing, incidently, causing Rann's dagger to miss.
He caught himself, and instinctively rolled to the left. As he rose, he reminded himself that the lightning had only disabled that individual spine temporarily, and if his foes managed to cleave part of them off, it would grow back with time.
His sense was still active, albiet, not quite as clear, but that luxury would return in a minute as the damaged spine recovered. The Plys'Iea was forced to understand face the truth, these creatures knew of his spines, their vulnerability. No longer could he toy with them, nor could he continue to fight at such a close range.
With that he retreated rapidly, using his senses to detect his discarded staff.
Ian
As a small murder (group of crows) swooped down to assail Ian, he cast a minor shield spell, enough to ward off the mad pecking for a time. As the two liches burned, the vampire drew his bow for a moment and let loose a couple of frost arrows, partially freezing and sticking some zombies to the stone work.
Before another group of liches approached, he stowed the projectile weapon and held up his burning wrist blades, prepared for another melee.
Plys'Iea
He only comprehended the female's words as her lighting struck one of his spines. The electricity caused the appendage to multiply the pain threefold. The towering alien lost his footing, incidently, causing Rann's dagger to miss.
He caught himself, and instinctively rolled to the left. As he rose, he reminded himself that the lightning had only disabled that individual spine temporarily, and if his foes managed to cleave part of them off, it would grow back with time.
His sense was still active, albiet, not quite as clear, but that luxury would return in a minute as the damaged spine recovered. The Plys'Iea was forced to understand face the truth, these creatures knew of his spines, their vulnerability. No longer could he toy with them, nor could he continue to fight at such a close range.
With that he retreated rapidly, using his senses to detect his discarded staff.
Ian
As a small murder (group of crows) swooped down to assail Ian, he cast a minor shield spell, enough to ward off the mad pecking for a time. As the two liches burned, the vampire drew his bow for a moment and let loose a couple of frost arrows, partially freezing and sticking some zombies to the stone work.
Before another group of liches approached, he stowed the projectile weapon and held up his burning wrist blades, prepared for another melee.
Rann
Rann saw that the alien was retreating, so he threw his sword after him as hard as he could. Being that it was a sword, though, and not to mention an unbalanced one, it fell short and did nothing but make a clamor on the cobblestone streets.
"Thanks for that lightning earlier," he said between heavy breathing. His heart was racing, which only multiplied the amount of blood pouring from both bite wounds on his shoulder and arm.
He wanted nothing more than to go back after the creature, but he knew that he would be ill-prepared. Looking around, he spotted Flogir propping himself up on Iceshard, still giving orders to his men who were hard at work keeping the zombies from entering the breach in the wall.
Cerpin
"Take cover!" he shouted to the Narza'Tai around him. With a quick glance, he was satisfied that all assassins were properly sheltered.
He cast a large area of effect frost spell and watched as many of the birds fell to the ground and shattered into tiny pieces of ice. There were still more birds that would prove to be annoyances, but at least he could see the true target again.
Rann saw that the alien was retreating, so he threw his sword after him as hard as he could. Being that it was a sword, though, and not to mention an unbalanced one, it fell short and did nothing but make a clamor on the cobblestone streets.
"Thanks for that lightning earlier," he said between heavy breathing. His heart was racing, which only multiplied the amount of blood pouring from both bite wounds on his shoulder and arm.
He wanted nothing more than to go back after the creature, but he knew that he would be ill-prepared. Looking around, he spotted Flogir propping himself up on Iceshard, still giving orders to his men who were hard at work keeping the zombies from entering the breach in the wall.
Cerpin
"Take cover!" he shouted to the Narza'Tai around him. With a quick glance, he was satisfied that all assassins were properly sheltered.
He cast a large area of effect frost spell and watched as many of the birds fell to the ground and shattered into tiny pieces of ice. There were still more birds that would prove to be annoyances, but at least he could see the true target again.
Ian
The next two liches were a Dunmer in glass with a dai-katana and legionnaire with the typical sword and shield. Ian stepped to the side and used his left wrist spike, plus the long blade's momentum to move the chop harmlessly to the left.
The vampire slammed his free arm in the glass breast plate, it cracked at the point of impact but did not yield completely. By now the legionnaire had arrived, raising its longsword above its head for an impaling chop.
Ian threw himself away from the two, avoiding the legionnaire's strike. Both liches recovered and rushed toward the vampire again. Time to end this, the agent thought, his blades bursting into flame anew.
Dan, standing about
Dan stood, watching about as events unfolded around him. Up until the current moment he had been idly watching as two warriors did battle against the alien beast he himself had faced previously. The battle was fierce yet Dan was helpless since he was too far away from the action to actually help. He did try to support the two warriors fighting the beast with his prayers. As the battle seemed to become more and more dire, Dan could only wish that he was there as well, so he could at least sacrifice himself for the two brave warriors to escape. Unlike Dan, they had both their tongues and their lives ahead of them. Before Dan could contemplate more on the situation however, the skies were blackened by endless numbers of crows, which swooped down to attack the soldiers waiting for the next attack at the breach. Though they were frail, they would all swarm their prey until it had no choice but to flee or take cover. As Dan drew his blade he could see soldiers running about in a demoralized fashion, confused by the crows.
"Stand your ground! Face them and they shall fall!" Dan yelled telepathically, trying to rally the fleeing soldiers.
Soon enough, he himself starting running and swinging Balmung through the air wildly, hewing a few of the wretched birds in the process. Dan could also see with the tail of his eye that the assault at the breach had been renewed tenfold. The phalanx however was holding, with some difficulty. Spears glistened as they were being thrust about, all around the length of the shield wall. Men were pushing and shoving with all their strength, in a valiant effort to keep the enemy out of the city. The Imperial phalanx was being pushed back however. Recognizing the greater danger, Dan quickly ran to do his own share of pushing. With his utmost force, he slammed into the men holding the shieldwall, pushing them forward a little. He then kept on pushing, all the while rallying his comrades telepathically.
We won't last long without reinforcements. Where could the commander be?
Flogir however was unable to personally rally the shield wall. He was unable to do much of anything in his current state, except bark out orders desperately, in a faint hope that someone would listen.
Dan stood, watching about as events unfolded around him. Up until the current moment he had been idly watching as two warriors did battle against the alien beast he himself had faced previously. The battle was fierce yet Dan was helpless since he was too far away from the action to actually help. He did try to support the two warriors fighting the beast with his prayers. As the battle seemed to become more and more dire, Dan could only wish that he was there as well, so he could at least sacrifice himself for the two brave warriors to escape. Unlike Dan, they had both their tongues and their lives ahead of them. Before Dan could contemplate more on the situation however, the skies were blackened by endless numbers of crows, which swooped down to attack the soldiers waiting for the next attack at the breach. Though they were frail, they would all swarm their prey until it had no choice but to flee or take cover. As Dan drew his blade he could see soldiers running about in a demoralized fashion, confused by the crows.
"Stand your ground! Face them and they shall fall!" Dan yelled telepathically, trying to rally the fleeing soldiers.
Soon enough, he himself starting running and swinging Balmung through the air wildly, hewing a few of the wretched birds in the process. Dan could also see with the tail of his eye that the assault at the breach had been renewed tenfold. The phalanx however was holding, with some difficulty. Spears glistened as they were being thrust about, all around the length of the shield wall. Men were pushing and shoving with all their strength, in a valiant effort to keep the enemy out of the city. The Imperial phalanx was being pushed back however. Recognizing the greater danger, Dan quickly ran to do his own share of pushing. With his utmost force, he slammed into the men holding the shieldwall, pushing them forward a little. He then kept on pushing, all the while rallying his comrades telepathically.
We won't last long without reinforcements. Where could the commander be?
Flogir however was unable to personally rally the shield wall. He was unable to do much of anything in his current state, except bark out orders desperately, in a faint hope that someone would listen.
Plys'Iea
Some distance away, the alien had recovered his staff. He rose back up and tentatively opened his eyes.
His vision was not quite back to normal, but most of the pain and shroud had deminished.
When the murders descended, he was far enough that the huge flock did not immediately reach him.
The hunter watched as soldiers attempted to flee or defend themselves against the pecking birds.
"The Maggot King's work I suspect"
Before a murder dived at his exposed head, the Plys'Iea wisely shut his eyes again.
While the birds played hell with his motion tracking, he would be able to navigate without possibly having his eyes pecked out, like some soldiers and goblins.
Mannimarco.
Mannimarco gritted his teeth. The Vampire was doing better than he had expected, even considering their earlier encounters and the man's allies.
,,No matter. I have converted this place's entire ecosystem to my cause. A single bug won't do much good, but how about a billion?" He nodded in thought and raised his hands again. This time, it appeared as if the entire ground had sprung to life. Ants, worms, two dogs, flies, mosquietos, caterpillars. It all swarmed to join the fight.
,,Go on, fight for your lives! I shall gladly make them mine!" He shouted at his opposition.
OOC: Warn me when I'm beginning to get too uber. Anyway, mosquetos and flies won't do more but cause some itching. The caterpillars are practically helpless. The dogs are straightforward. Treat them as a slightly faster but slightly weaker zombie. The real threat are the ants, even though they're slow. If they're allowed to swarm all over, they'll kill. Too bad you can knock out huge portions of them with a single fireball.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint had landed next to Odrik.
,,Hi, how's it going?" He asked. The Bruman waved a hand in greeting before he gazed back at the breach.
,,We're holding at the moment. My men are thinning the ranks beyond the wall, gives the phalanx less stuff to stab at. But what is that Necrophyliac doing? He zombified birds?" Odrik grunted.
Flint shrugged.
,,Hey, he's a necromancer. Why stick with humans? Speaking of which, maybe we should smash that temple before anything else comes out of it. The Trebuchet I had moved earlier should be able to hit it from its current position." He suggested casually. At first Odrik frowned but then he gave a single nod and relayed the order.
,,I don't think the Divines will appreciate this, but I think they appreciate that thing's infection even less."
Two minutes later, a slow stream of rocks blotted out the sun as they crashed down on the temple.
Mannimarco gritted his teeth. The Vampire was doing better than he had expected, even considering their earlier encounters and the man's allies.
,,No matter. I have converted this place's entire ecosystem to my cause. A single bug won't do much good, but how about a billion?" He nodded in thought and raised his hands again. This time, it appeared as if the entire ground had sprung to life. Ants, worms, two dogs, flies, mosquietos, caterpillars. It all swarmed to join the fight.
,,Go on, fight for your lives! I shall gladly make them mine!" He shouted at his opposition.
OOC: Warn me when I'm beginning to get too uber. Anyway, mosquetos and flies won't do more but cause some itching. The caterpillars are practically helpless. The dogs are straightforward. Treat them as a slightly faster but slightly weaker zombie. The real threat are the ants, even though they're slow. If they're allowed to swarm all over, they'll kill. Too bad you can knock out huge portions of them with a single fireball.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint had landed next to Odrik.
,,Hi, how's it going?" He asked. The Bruman waved a hand in greeting before he gazed back at the breach.
,,We're holding at the moment. My men are thinning the ranks beyond the wall, gives the phalanx less stuff to stab at. But what is that Necrophyliac doing? He zombified birds?" Odrik grunted.
Flint shrugged.
,,Hey, he's a necromancer. Why stick with humans? Speaking of which, maybe we should smash that temple before anything else comes out of it. The Trebuchet I had moved earlier should be able to hit it from its current position." He suggested casually. At first Odrik frowned but then he gave a single nod and relayed the order.
,,I don't think the Divines will appreciate this, but I think they appreciate that thing's infection even less."
Two minutes later, a slow stream of rocks blotted out the sun as they crashed down on the temple.
Ian
The sun faded for a moment, then there was the sounds of stones splintering. Masonry flew in different directions, smashed undead, and damaging other structures nearby. Ian leapt back before a man-sized piece of stone-work could splatter him.
One of the liches he was fighting got its side clipped by the shrapnel. The vampire glanced over his shoulder to see the other two stepping forth. Then, to his relief, the Narza'Tai group leader and another sword-wielding assassin appeared and intercepted the undead.
Ian turned his attention back to the Dunmer lich, twin, flaming wrist blades versus one very sharp dai-katana. He reminded himself not to take the lich as a nuisance only. So focused was the vampire, that he missed Mannimarco's ranting and the sections of paved streets being pushed aside by undead vermin.
Five more Narza'Tai appeared, all wielding fine blades, to impede the undead long enough for the deed to be done. One of the archers said to Cerpin, "We'll do our best to hold off the undead, take out Mannimarco."
OCC: Perhaps Cerpin won't get the chance to swap bodies, but otherwise tire the KOW out enough for Ian to get Kirana back, and gain a four of Mannimarco's fingers from whatever hand he's holding Kirana's gem with.....
The sun faded for a moment, then there was the sounds of stones splintering. Masonry flew in different directions, smashed undead, and damaging other structures nearby. Ian leapt back before a man-sized piece of stone-work could splatter him.
One of the liches he was fighting got its side clipped by the shrapnel. The vampire glanced over his shoulder to see the other two stepping forth. Then, to his relief, the Narza'Tai group leader and another sword-wielding assassin appeared and intercepted the undead.
Ian turned his attention back to the Dunmer lich, twin, flaming wrist blades versus one very sharp dai-katana. He reminded himself not to take the lich as a nuisance only. So focused was the vampire, that he missed Mannimarco's ranting and the sections of paved streets being pushed aside by undead vermin.
Five more Narza'Tai appeared, all wielding fine blades, to impede the undead long enough for the deed to be done. One of the archers said to Cerpin, "We'll do our best to hold off the undead, take out Mannimarco."
OCC: Perhaps Cerpin won't get the chance to swap bodies, but otherwise tire the KOW out enough for Ian to get Kirana back, and gain a four of Mannimarco's fingers from whatever hand he's holding Kirana's gem with.....
QUOTE(Agent Griff @ Oct 21 2007, 12:29 PM)
Dan, standing about
Dan stood, watching about as events unfolded around him. Up until the current moment he had been idly watching as two warriors did battle against the alien beast he himself had faced previously. The battle was fierce yet Dan was helpless since he was too far away from the action to actually help. He did try to support the two warriors fighting the beast with his prayers. As the battle seemed to become more and more dire, Dan could only wish that he was there as well, so he could at least sacrifice himself for the two brave warriors to escape. Unlike Dan, they had both their tongues and their lives ahead of them. Before Dan could contemplate more on the situation however, the skies were blackened by endless numbers of crows, which swooped down to attack the soldiers waiting for the next attack at the breach. Though they were frail, they would all swarm their prey until it had no choice but to flee or take cover. As Dan drew his blade he could see soldiers running about in a demoralized fashion, confused by the crows.
"Stand your ground! Face them and they shall fall!" Dan yelled telepathically, trying to rally the fleeing soldiers.
Soon enough, he himself starting running and swinging Balmung through the air wildly, hewing a few of the wretched birds in the process. Dan could also see with the tail of his eye that the assault at the breach had been renewed tenfold. The phalanx however was holding, with some difficulty. Spears glistened as they were being thrust about, all around the length of the shield wall. Men were pushing and shoving with all their strength, in a valiant effort to keep the enemy out of the city. The Imperial phalanx was being pushed back however. Recognizing the greater danger, Dan quickly ran to do his own share of pushing. With his utmost force, he slammed into the men holding the shieldwall, pushing them forward a little. He then kept on pushing, all the while rallying his comrades telepathically.
We won't last long without reinforcements. Where could the commander be?
Flogir however was unable to personally rally the shield wall. He was unable to do much of anything in his current state, except bark out orders desperately, in a faint hope that someone would listen.
Rann
Rann hadn't been using the mind shielding techniques that his sister taught him for quite some time, as nobody had been using telepathy as of late. Now, suddenly, someone was shouting encouragements in his thoughts.
He gave Amrita a questioning look that seemed to ask if she was 'hearing' the same thing he was. Her expression told him that she was, and he began looking around, trying to spot the one responsible.
Cerpin
Cerpin put a barrier spell on himself to avoid the nuisances of birds and insects while he took off after Mannimarco. He slipped on his glove as he went, mentally preparing himself for the beating he planned to purposefully take.
Mannimarco.
It didn't take Mannimarco long to realize that Cerpin was going for him. With all of the undead heroes kept busy by Ian, only regular undead stood between Cerpin and the Lich. They were too slow to present much of an obstacle.
Mannimarco prepared a curse he would throw as soon as Cerpin broke through the last line.
It didn't take Mannimarco long to realize that Cerpin was going for him. With all of the undead heroes kept busy by Ian, only regular undead stood between Cerpin and the Lich. They were too slow to present much of an obstacle.
Mannimarco prepared a curse he would throw as soon as Cerpin broke through the last line.
Amrita
Amrita eased her adrenaline-filled breathing at the vacation of the creature. She had done something she wanted to, plus she found out a way to actually hurt the beast. She would need to spread that knowledge along to the rest of the army.
Amrita then heard the telepathic message and noticed that Rann had heard it to. It seemed that he wanted to know who did it. Using her magical expertise, Amrita followed the leftover essence to an older man with a longsword. Amrita nodded to the man to tell Rann that was the person he was seeking.
Amrita eased her adrenaline-filled breathing at the vacation of the creature. She had done something she wanted to, plus she found out a way to actually hurt the beast. She would need to spread that knowledge along to the rest of the army.
Amrita then heard the telepathic message and noticed that Rann had heard it to. It seemed that he wanted to know who did it. Using her magical expertise, Amrita followed the leftover essence to an older man with a longsword. Amrita nodded to the man to tell Rann that was the person he was seeking.
Dan, fighting at the breach
The shield wall was being pushed back further and further by the assortment of creatures and men gathered to conquer the Imperial City. Enemy warriors and soldiers pushed and shoved with their shields as hard as they could, while goblins flung themselves at the shield wall, weakening and pushing it back with every suicidal wave that attacked. Dan could see that most of the soldiers were nervous, and some of the ones from the back rows were starting to loose heart and waver.
"Stand your ground, if we lose the breach the city will be lost! Do not falter!" Dan shouted telepathically once more, his message echoing in a wide radius about him.
Out of all the soldiers however, the captain of the phalanx seemed calm. He was in the third row, thrusting his spear at the enemy warriors pushing the shield wall back. After savagely thrusting his lance through the throat of a tall Nord clad in mail, the captain looked around him. After the phalanx was pushed back a few more steps, he suddenly opened his mouth.
"Halt!" he yelled with all his strength.
The phalanx then suddenly stopped, not retreating one step further. Every man braced himself and held his ground on order of the captain. The front row then pulled their spears back, while the second row held their shields forth.
"Engage!" the captain yelled.
Suddenly, the first row advanced one step, thrusting their spears at the same time, skewering the front rows of the enemy. They then retreated behind, while the second row advanced with their shields held high. The phalanx had become an impenetrable wall once more. The enemy then renewed their attacks.
"Engage!" the captain yelled once more.
As had been done before, the men all advanced one step, thrusting their spears in unison once more. Dan was amazed to see the Imperial soldiers all move as one unit, coherently and without signs of individual mistakes. After another row of enemies was skewered, the foes seemed to lose heart. Some of the goblins started running back. Soon enough, a trickle became a flood and most of the enemy soon started retreating. Dan could notice that some of the soldiers in the phalanx were restless and eager to pursue the enemy, yet one glare from the captain was enough to make them stand their ground. The battle had been won, yet the enemy would undoubtlessly return in greater numbers the next time.
Dan stood at ease as he walked away from the phalanx, with Balmung slung on his shoulder. He was getting hot under his mail so he started looking for some water to cool himself. A small fountain nearby was enough to both quench his thirst and cool him down as well. Dan then started looking around for the two brave warriors which had fought the enemy champion.
The shield wall was being pushed back further and further by the assortment of creatures and men gathered to conquer the Imperial City. Enemy warriors and soldiers pushed and shoved with their shields as hard as they could, while goblins flung themselves at the shield wall, weakening and pushing it back with every suicidal wave that attacked. Dan could see that most of the soldiers were nervous, and some of the ones from the back rows were starting to loose heart and waver.
"Stand your ground, if we lose the breach the city will be lost! Do not falter!" Dan shouted telepathically once more, his message echoing in a wide radius about him.
Out of all the soldiers however, the captain of the phalanx seemed calm. He was in the third row, thrusting his spear at the enemy warriors pushing the shield wall back. After savagely thrusting his lance through the throat of a tall Nord clad in mail, the captain looked around him. After the phalanx was pushed back a few more steps, he suddenly opened his mouth.
"Halt!" he yelled with all his strength.
The phalanx then suddenly stopped, not retreating one step further. Every man braced himself and held his ground on order of the captain. The front row then pulled their spears back, while the second row held their shields forth.
"Engage!" the captain yelled.
Suddenly, the first row advanced one step, thrusting their spears at the same time, skewering the front rows of the enemy. They then retreated behind, while the second row advanced with their shields held high. The phalanx had become an impenetrable wall once more. The enemy then renewed their attacks.
"Engage!" the captain yelled once more.
As had been done before, the men all advanced one step, thrusting their spears in unison once more. Dan was amazed to see the Imperial soldiers all move as one unit, coherently and without signs of individual mistakes. After another row of enemies was skewered, the foes seemed to lose heart. Some of the goblins started running back. Soon enough, a trickle became a flood and most of the enemy soon started retreating. Dan could notice that some of the soldiers in the phalanx were restless and eager to pursue the enemy, yet one glare from the captain was enough to make them stand their ground. The battle had been won, yet the enemy would undoubtlessly return in greater numbers the next time.
Dan stood at ease as he walked away from the phalanx, with Balmung slung on his shoulder. He was getting hot under his mail so he started looking for some water to cool himself. A small fountain nearby was enough to both quench his thirst and cool him down as well. Dan then started looking around for the two brave warriors which had fought the enemy champion.
Plys'Iea
The defenders had clearly forgetten about his presense, most were concentrated near the breach. The fools, he thought as he sensed a small group of civilians scavenging amongst the debris of once splendid structures.
Without hesitation, the alien honed in on them, one-by-one whenever one went out of sight of the others. His fangs ripped out their throats, his fists snapped their necks and smashed through their sternums, and his claws cleaved through their jugular viens.
In two minutes he stood alone, blood caking his boots, hands, and maw.
Though under-handed, the alien knew that slaughtering civilians would make even the most disiplined defenders disheartened and cloud their judgment.
Silently, the hunter slipped away, eager to further exploit this new hunting ground.
The defenders had clearly forgetten about his presense, most were concentrated near the breach. The fools, he thought as he sensed a small group of civilians scavenging amongst the debris of once splendid structures.
Without hesitation, the alien honed in on them, one-by-one whenever one went out of sight of the others. His fangs ripped out their throats, his fists snapped their necks and smashed through their sternums, and his claws cleaved through their jugular viens.
In two minutes he stood alone, blood caking his boots, hands, and maw.
Though under-handed, the alien knew that slaughtering civilians would make even the most disiplined defenders disheartened and cloud their judgment.
Silently, the hunter slipped away, eager to further exploit this new hunting ground.
Flogir
Flogir limped over to the breach, using Iceshard as a makeshift crutch. He clapped the captain on the back with his free hand and grinned.
"Excellent work, Captain. Same goes for everyone; you've done this city proud!" he paused to let his words sink in. "Now that we have a moment's respite, try to get some food, some water, and perhaps some sleep. Captain, setup a watch schedule."
Flogir walked away from the men then as the Captain started barking orders. Flogir wanted to find someone who would help him with his leg.
Flogir limped over to the breach, using Iceshard as a makeshift crutch. He clapped the captain on the back with his free hand and grinned.
"Excellent work, Captain. Same goes for everyone; you've done this city proud!" he paused to let his words sink in. "Now that we have a moment's respite, try to get some food, some water, and perhaps some sleep. Captain, setup a watch schedule."
Flogir walked away from the men then as the Captain started barking orders. Flogir wanted to find someone who would help him with his leg.
Rann
Rann looked over at the telepath that Amrita had pointed out, and watched as he led their side to a small victory at the breach. His mind wasn't completely there, though, as he was mostly thinking about how he hadn't been rendered unconscious after absorbing Amrita's power.
Her powers are of a dark nature.
It wasn't a fearful thought, nor was it one that changed his opinion of Amrita - after all, his own ability was considered to be dark in nature as well - he was merely curious and had a suspicion that she had her own set of unique abilities that she hadn't shared yet.
Rann then remembered what had happened last time he used his power, and he immediately pulled up his shirt sleeve to have a look at his tattooed arm. It was growing again, and still glowing red. If it was anything like the last time, though, it would stop in time. He then remembered that Amrita was standing right there, so he quickly pulled his sleeve back down and did his best to change the subject.
"Should we go meet the telepath then?" he asked.
Cerpin
Using a spell he had aptly named 'burning hands', his hands became engulfed in flame, and he used his fists to sear through half-rotten zombie flesh as he broke through the zombie line, trying to reach the necromancer. After a few short moments, he was through, and standing face-to-face with Mannimarco.
"The King of Worms, back from the grave to be beaten once more," he greeted, his yellow eyes staring at the mer in front of him with contempt.
Rann looked over at the telepath that Amrita had pointed out, and watched as he led their side to a small victory at the breach. His mind wasn't completely there, though, as he was mostly thinking about how he hadn't been rendered unconscious after absorbing Amrita's power.
Her powers are of a dark nature.
It wasn't a fearful thought, nor was it one that changed his opinion of Amrita - after all, his own ability was considered to be dark in nature as well - he was merely curious and had a suspicion that she had her own set of unique abilities that she hadn't shared yet.
Rann then remembered what had happened last time he used his power, and he immediately pulled up his shirt sleeve to have a look at his tattooed arm. It was growing again, and still glowing red. If it was anything like the last time, though, it would stop in time. He then remembered that Amrita was standing right there, so he quickly pulled his sleeve back down and did his best to change the subject.
"Should we go meet the telepath then?" he asked.
Cerpin
Using a spell he had aptly named 'burning hands', his hands became engulfed in flame, and he used his fists to sear through half-rotten zombie flesh as he broke through the zombie line, trying to reach the necromancer. After a few short moments, he was through, and standing face-to-face with Mannimarco.
"The King of Worms, back from the grave to be beaten once more," he greeted, his yellow eyes staring at the mer in front of him with contempt.
Mannimarco
Mannimarco laughed, a cheerless laugh.
,,You do think so? Fool, it is your grave that will be dug here!" He answered and hurled the curse he had prepared. If it hit, Cerpin would merely be paralyzed, nothing more. Or at least, nothing more for as far as the eye could see. But from within, a parasite would be born, a parasite that hungered for the flesh of its host.
Mannimarco laughed, a cheerless laugh.
,,You do think so? Fool, it is your grave that will be dug here!" He answered and hurled the curse he had prepared. If it hit, Cerpin would merely be paralyzed, nothing more. Or at least, nothing more for as far as the eye could see. But from within, a parasite would be born, a parasite that hungered for the flesh of its host.
Satyana
She looked around, for the moment could nothing be done about the fact that Telina´s lifeless body still lay beside them, her and Issac.
A figure came limping in their direction.....Was it?? really? Flogir?...but he was obviously hurt....
Satyana rose to her feet and almost ran towards flogir....
"Oh Flogir....are you badly hurt? Come, let me help you! Now if you´re not as stubborn as my dear brother that is.....and deny help from me!"
Satyana frowned....thinking of Rann made her upset....now apparently their sister had found a way to Rannie´s heart....that annoyed her quite a bit but she wouldn´t ever admit it
Where has my quiet comfortable life gone to? Where are my nice interesting days at The University of Chorrol?..Where are the cozy weekends at Sarethi Manor, with grandma and Athyn....?
She looked around, for the moment could nothing be done about the fact that Telina´s lifeless body still lay beside them, her and Issac.
A figure came limping in their direction.....Was it?? really? Flogir?...but he was obviously hurt....
Satyana rose to her feet and almost ran towards flogir....
"Oh Flogir....are you badly hurt? Come, let me help you! Now if you´re not as stubborn as my dear brother that is.....and deny help from me!"
Satyana frowned....thinking of Rann made her upset....now apparently their sister had found a way to Rannie´s heart....that annoyed her quite a bit but she wouldn´t ever admit it
Where has my quiet comfortable life gone to? Where are my nice interesting days at The University of Chorrol?..Where are the cozy weekends at Sarethi Manor, with grandma and Athyn....?
OOC: Didn't Telina's body disappear in a blast of light?
Flogir
Flogir couldn't help but chuckle at Satyana's remark. "Don't worry, lass. I'm not stubborn enough to reject help from you. So, if you wouldn't mind getting this leg here back to normal, I'd mighty appreciate it."
Amrita
Amrita was examining the current location after the beast left. She stopped a moment when she noticed that Rann was examining his arms. Amrita only noticed that they appeared to be smudged with a black substance before he hastily covered them up again. Amrita withheld raising her eyebrow up in curiosity as Rann asked his question.
"Sure, let's meet him," she replied and began to walk with him to the old man.
On the way, something occurred to her. Rann had casted a powerful shield spell on her, yet she didn't really sense any true magical ability in her brother to do so. "So, Rann.... I have to admit, I didn't take you as a magicka user. Where did you receive your training, if you don't mind me asking?"
Flogir
Flogir couldn't help but chuckle at Satyana's remark. "Don't worry, lass. I'm not stubborn enough to reject help from you. So, if you wouldn't mind getting this leg here back to normal, I'd mighty appreciate it."
Amrita
Amrita was examining the current location after the beast left. She stopped a moment when she noticed that Rann was examining his arms. Amrita only noticed that they appeared to be smudged with a black substance before he hastily covered them up again. Amrita withheld raising her eyebrow up in curiosity as Rann asked his question.
"Sure, let's meet him," she replied and began to walk with him to the old man.
On the way, something occurred to her. Rann had casted a powerful shield spell on her, yet she didn't really sense any true magical ability in her brother to do so. "So, Rann.... I have to admit, I didn't take you as a magicka user. Where did you receive your training, if you don't mind me asking?"
OCC: Yes, she did, ah well, simple mistake to correct. 
Issac, helping Satyana out a bit.
He followed his love over to Flogir, greeting the commander with a kind nod.
While his magicka had not quite replenished itself, Issac had enough to spare some.
The Altmer focussed some of his energy into a fortify magicka spell and willingly donated it to Satyana.
"Work your magic, 'Tyana," He remarked lightly. Then he sat down on a nearby piece of debris and watched.
-Ian-
Undead hero and porphyric hemophilliac danced back and forth, one gaining ground before the other pushed back.
Ian found himself, oddly enough, challenged to gain any advantage and keep it against this experienced warrior.
The desecrated corpse was slightly stronger than him, but slower than the nimble and lighly armored vampire.
Then Ian suddenly remembered a fight nineteen years ago, at the gates of Kvatch.
In his mind's eye, the Dunmer was a mighty Dremora Markynaz.
The mindless zombie that intruded upon their duel was a devine blessing in disguise. In one flowing motion, Ian kicked the zombie in the direction of the Dunmer's thrust.
Half-decayed flesh easily parted as the katana drove home. Just like the leather shield so many years ago, the zombie's chest caught the sword rather nicely.
Wasting no time, the vampire knocked the zombie aside, and the Dunmer's blade with it. The moment of defenslessness was all it took.....
Issac, helping Satyana out a bit.
He followed his love over to Flogir, greeting the commander with a kind nod.
While his magicka had not quite replenished itself, Issac had enough to spare some.
The Altmer focussed some of his energy into a fortify magicka spell and willingly donated it to Satyana.
"Work your magic, 'Tyana," He remarked lightly. Then he sat down on a nearby piece of debris and watched.
-Ian-
Undead hero and porphyric hemophilliac danced back and forth, one gaining ground before the other pushed back.
Ian found himself, oddly enough, challenged to gain any advantage and keep it against this experienced warrior.
The desecrated corpse was slightly stronger than him, but slower than the nimble and lighly armored vampire.
Then Ian suddenly remembered a fight nineteen years ago, at the gates of Kvatch.
In his mind's eye, the Dunmer was a mighty Dremora Markynaz.
The mindless zombie that intruded upon their duel was a devine blessing in disguise. In one flowing motion, Ian kicked the zombie in the direction of the Dunmer's thrust.
Half-decayed flesh easily parted as the katana drove home. Just like the leather shield so many years ago, the zombie's chest caught the sword rather nicely.
Wasting no time, the vampire knocked the zombie aside, and the Dunmer's blade with it. The moment of defenslessness was all it took.....
OOC: Didn´t Haldin take care of his mom´s corpse? I think he should..it would be so decent, right?
Satyana
She smiled at Issac, gladly accepting his donated magicka....she could use it well, being quite exhausted from the last events.
"Ok, Flogir....lay still now, I´m going to lift your leg, yes it will hurt quite a bit, but I must make sure the leg heals the right way!"
She gently grabbed his leg and put her hands around the ankle.....focussing she silently muttered the words of healing, while she slowly massaged his leg;
"Ahhh....slut eder, vävnader, slut eder och förbli helade i ett stycke"
The flesh and bone slowly moved under her hands and she realised her skills were intact....Flogir´s leg would soon be quite ok. She panted.....the strain of keeping the magic flow was taking it´s tribute out of her, but she stayed on.....focussing hard
With a smile and a sigh of relief she let go of the now completely healed leg. As always it was most satisfying to be able to make human tissue to assemble and regain its normal shape
Finally she gave Flogir some green leaves..
"chew these....it will get you off the worst pain...but beware..they are addictive"
OOC: O_o.....what is she giving him???
Satyana
She smiled at Issac, gladly accepting his donated magicka....she could use it well, being quite exhausted from the last events.
"Ok, Flogir....lay still now, I´m going to lift your leg, yes it will hurt quite a bit, but I must make sure the leg heals the right way!"
She gently grabbed his leg and put her hands around the ankle.....focussing she silently muttered the words of healing, while she slowly massaged his leg;
"Ahhh....slut eder, vävnader, slut eder och förbli helade i ett stycke"
The flesh and bone slowly moved under her hands and she realised her skills were intact....Flogir´s leg would soon be quite ok. She panted.....the strain of keeping the magic flow was taking it´s tribute out of her, but she stayed on.....focussing hard
With a smile and a sigh of relief she let go of the now completely healed leg. As always it was most satisfying to be able to make human tissue to assemble and regain its normal shape
Finally she gave Flogir some green leaves..
"chew these....it will get you off the worst pain...but beware..they are addictive"
OOC: O_o.....what is she giving him???
Cerpin
Cerpin acted as if he was trying to dodge, but still let the spell hit. Immediately realizing that it was a paralyzation spell, he dispelled it with a spell of his own - he had to be able to move to touch Mannimarco with the glove.
He summoned a fireball, but instead of releasing it, he let it hover above the palm of his hand. As he stood there, he suddenly realized the presence of the parasite. It made him smile.
All the worse for you Mannimarco, when you find yourself in this body.
Amrita
Amrita was examining the current location after the beast left. She stopped a moment when she noticed that Rann was examining his arms. Amrita only noticed that they appeared to be smudged with a black substance before he hastily covered them up again. Amrita withheld raising her eyebrow up in curiosity as Rann asked his question.
"Sure, let's meet him," she replied and began to walk with him to the old man.
On the way, something occurred to her. Rann had casted a powerful shield spell on her, yet she didn't really sense any true magical ability in her brother to do so. "So, Rann.... I have to admit, I didn't take you as a magicka user. Where did you receive your training, if you don't mind me asking?"
Rann
"I didn't," he answered, "It's just something I was born with."
They reached the old man, who was standing by a fountain. Rann was tempted to use the fountain to wash his wounds, but he didn't want to contaminate it too badly. Instead, he just held out a bloody hand towards the telepath.
"Nice work out there," he greeted.
Cerpin acted as if he was trying to dodge, but still let the spell hit. Immediately realizing that it was a paralyzation spell, he dispelled it with a spell of his own - he had to be able to move to touch Mannimarco with the glove.
He summoned a fireball, but instead of releasing it, he let it hover above the palm of his hand. As he stood there, he suddenly realized the presence of the parasite. It made him smile.
All the worse for you Mannimarco, when you find yourself in this body.
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Amrita
Amrita was examining the current location after the beast left. She stopped a moment when she noticed that Rann was examining his arms. Amrita only noticed that they appeared to be smudged with a black substance before he hastily covered them up again. Amrita withheld raising her eyebrow up in curiosity as Rann asked his question.
"Sure, let's meet him," she replied and began to walk with him to the old man.
On the way, something occurred to her. Rann had casted a powerful shield spell on her, yet she didn't really sense any true magical ability in her brother to do so. "So, Rann.... I have to admit, I didn't take you as a magicka user. Where did you receive your training, if you don't mind me asking?"
Rann
"I didn't," he answered, "It's just something I was born with."
They reached the old man, who was standing by a fountain. Rann was tempted to use the fountain to wash his wounds, but he didn't want to contaminate it too badly. Instead, he just held out a bloody hand towards the telepath.
"Nice work out there," he greeted.
Mannimarco.
Cerpin smiled after being hit. Yet, it made Mannimarco only more amused.
,,So, you managed to dispell my curse. Do you think that makes you powerful? There is more than meets the eye to some things." He gloated, casting a casual glance at the fireball.
,,Now, surrender your life to me!" Again he cast a curse, this one intended to drain the man's life and grant it to the King of Worms.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint had collected his pile of belongings and finished most of his repairs. Now, he was having a meal with Odrik and trying to catch as much rest as he could. Who knew when the next attack would be.
,,Ya know, we aren't going to last much longer if we don't get a long break. Think we should fill up the breach now?" He mumbled between chewing a loaf of moldy bread. The Bruman siegemaster nodded.
,,Yea, that would be good. You might want to take it up with the commander."
Seeing as that felt like a good idea, Flint got up, swallowed the last of his bread and then marched over towards the breach. He'd last seen Flogir around there and he hoped the man had gotten through in one piece.
Cerpin smiled after being hit. Yet, it made Mannimarco only more amused.
,,So, you managed to dispell my curse. Do you think that makes you powerful? There is more than meets the eye to some things." He gloated, casting a casual glance at the fireball.
,,Now, surrender your life to me!" Again he cast a curse, this one intended to drain the man's life and grant it to the King of Worms.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint had collected his pile of belongings and finished most of his repairs. Now, he was having a meal with Odrik and trying to catch as much rest as he could. Who knew when the next attack would be.
,,Ya know, we aren't going to last much longer if we don't get a long break. Think we should fill up the breach now?" He mumbled between chewing a loaf of moldy bread. The Bruman siegemaster nodded.
,,Yea, that would be good. You might want to take it up with the commander."
Seeing as that felt like a good idea, Flint got up, swallowed the last of his bread and then marched over towards the breach. He'd last seen Flogir around there and he hoped the man had gotten through in one piece.
OCC: Ian's moving into position, since vampires are undead, shouldn't a drain life have little affect on one (storywise)?
Ian
The Narza'Tai were holding their own, but their strength would begin to wane shortly. Ian found Cerpin and Mannimarco in his periphery. Out of Mannimarco's view, he made his way toward the two combatants were, leaving a trail of disected limbs and gore behind him.
Ian
The Narza'Tai were holding their own, but their strength would begin to wane shortly. Ian found Cerpin and Mannimarco in his periphery. Out of Mannimarco's view, he made his way toward the two combatants were, leaving a trail of disected limbs and gore behind him.
Dan, with Rann and Amrita
As Dan refreshed himself at a fountain he was approached by two mildly familiar figures. After a few moments of properly looking at them, Dan remembered them. They were the two warriors which fought the alien beast which fought for the enemy as a champion of sorts. Dan smiled at the sight of the brave pair, knowing that it took skill to defeat an opponent such as the alien. Dan barely managed to do so together with three other companions, while these two managed with half the number. The male, a slim Dunmer, extended his hand with a greeting, congratulating Dan for the fine work he had done at the breach.
"It would have been in vain, were it not for the defeat of the enemy champion at your hands. He is a cunning one however. He has been defeated twice thus far, but I am afraid that he will not be so easy to defeat the third time. That creature seems to have no weak spot! How can one slay such a fiend? Nevertheless, your feats have granted us time, precious time to renew our defences in preparation for the next attack. My blade hungers for the flesh of our enemies, yet let us hope that the next attack is at least a day away, if not two." Dan said telepathically to the pair, after scrubbing his hand clean of blood with a piece of cloth he wrapped around his fist.
As Dan refreshed himself at a fountain he was approached by two mildly familiar figures. After a few moments of properly looking at them, Dan remembered them. They were the two warriors which fought the alien beast which fought for the enemy as a champion of sorts. Dan smiled at the sight of the brave pair, knowing that it took skill to defeat an opponent such as the alien. Dan barely managed to do so together with three other companions, while these two managed with half the number. The male, a slim Dunmer, extended his hand with a greeting, congratulating Dan for the fine work he had done at the breach.
"It would have been in vain, were it not for the defeat of the enemy champion at your hands. He is a cunning one however. He has been defeated twice thus far, but I am afraid that he will not be so easy to defeat the third time. That creature seems to have no weak spot! How can one slay such a fiend? Nevertheless, your feats have granted us time, precious time to renew our defences in preparation for the next attack. My blade hungers for the flesh of our enemies, yet let us hope that the next attack is at least a day away, if not two." Dan said telepathically to the pair, after scrubbing his hand clean of blood with a piece of cloth he wrapped around his fist.
OCC: I can't help but enjoy the situation, the heroes drive off the Plys'Iea but overlook the fact the alien is still inside their territory with them...... and a lot of defensless civilians.
Plys'Iea
Carefully, he approached the tent camp, sensing all of the men and women walking, talking, and breathing within. The hunter stowed his staff, this task would be better suited for his bare hands. In a matter of minutes, he snuffed out five lives wityhout giving away his presence.
Theatrically, he mutilated the bodies after they were dead. Seeing their kin dead in such a state tends to demoralize these creatures. A few of the bodies looked like off-duty military officers, he made sure he left their faces in good enough condition to be identifiable to their fellows.
With this piece of internal sabotage finbished, the alien skulked away before he could be detected.
Plys'Iea
Carefully, he approached the tent camp, sensing all of the men and women walking, talking, and breathing within. The hunter stowed his staff, this task would be better suited for his bare hands. In a matter of minutes, he snuffed out five lives wityhout giving away his presence.
Theatrically, he mutilated the bodies after they were dead. Seeing their kin dead in such a state tends to demoralize these creatures. A few of the bodies looked like off-duty military officers, he made sure he left their faces in good enough condition to be identifiable to their fellows.
With this piece of internal sabotage finbished, the alien skulked away before he could be detected.
OOC: Well, we could debate about what is actually being drained in a drain life spell. I personally think it's some kind of soul essence. But whatever, we'll make Ian resistant to it. I'm also going ahead and have Ceprin get hit. The point was for him to get beat up anyway.
Mannimarco:
The Necromancer cackled as he felt Cerpin's life flow into his body.
,,Yes, surrender it, surrender your life!"
Mannimarco:
The Necromancer cackled as he felt Cerpin's life flow into his body.
,,Yes, surrender it, surrender your life!"
Rann
Rann was a bit surprised that the man in front of them replied telepathically, but he soon made the realization that he was a mute.
"I don't think they'll hold off for a day," he answered, "And my sister and I have a monster to finish off - maybe you'd like to join us?"
Rann wanted to obtain a weapon of better quality before he faced the alien again, but in their current situation, he wasn't sure if that was even possible.
Cerpin
Cerpin allowed Mannimarco to drain some of his life energy, but he cut the necromancer's spell short with one of his own. He hurled his fireball towards the King of Worms and at the same placed a spell of blindness on his opponent. His hope was that the necromancer wouldn't even see the fireball coming.
Cerpin spotted a soul gem in Mannimarco's hand, and knowing what was contained within, he glanced over at Ian, hoping to make eye contact.
Rann was a bit surprised that the man in front of them replied telepathically, but he soon made the realization that he was a mute.
"I don't think they'll hold off for a day," he answered, "And my sister and I have a monster to finish off - maybe you'd like to join us?"
Rann wanted to obtain a weapon of better quality before he faced the alien again, but in their current situation, he wasn't sure if that was even possible.
Cerpin
Cerpin allowed Mannimarco to drain some of his life energy, but he cut the necromancer's spell short with one of his own. He hurled his fireball towards the King of Worms and at the same placed a spell of blindness on his opponent. His hope was that the necromancer wouldn't even see the fireball coming.
Cerpin spotted a soul gem in Mannimarco's hand, and knowing what was contained within, he glanced over at Ian, hoping to make eye contact.
Dan, with Rann and Amrita
"It would be an honour to slay that fiend once and for all. My manners have been rather poor as of late, such is the effect of war on a man. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dan, though I have sometimes gone by the name of Blade-Tongue, and as you can see I have no tongue. I speak with my mind and my blade alone, for words are ultimately useless. What might be your name, master Dunmer? And yours, milady?" Dan asked as he looked at the two standing in front of him. He then looked over to the sky. Night was falling and a blood red sunset was close.
All the better for spilling blood
"It would be an honour to slay that fiend once and for all. My manners have been rather poor as of late, such is the effect of war on a man. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dan, though I have sometimes gone by the name of Blade-Tongue, and as you can see I have no tongue. I speak with my mind and my blade alone, for words are ultimately useless. What might be your name, master Dunmer? And yours, milady?" Dan asked as he looked at the two standing in front of him. He then looked over to the sky. Night was falling and a blood red sunset was close.
All the better for spilling blood
OCC: Plys'Iea is near the center of Green Emporer Way, I'm going to have Ian take the soul gem, alright?
Ian
As the vampire approached, he returned Cerpin's glance and vaulted the remaining distance to land at Mannimarco's back. Before Cerpin or Mannimarco could react, Ian swung his wrist blade, cleaving through flesh and crystal.
The King of Worm's fingers parted, revealing the damage done to the gem......
Ian
As the vampire approached, he returned Cerpin's glance and vaulted the remaining distance to land at Mannimarco's back. Before Cerpin or Mannimarco could react, Ian swung his wrist blade, cleaving through flesh and crystal.
The King of Worm's fingers parted, revealing the damage done to the gem......
Mannimarco.
When Cerpin broke his spell, the King of Worms was surprised. Surprise turned to irritation with the blinding. But the Necromancer had not been caught unaware. He had seen the fireball being prepared and knew what was going to happen. So he brought up one hand with a haze of dispelling Magicka while gripping the soulstone containing Kirana with the other.
,,Fool! One step closer and this person's soul shall be forfeit! Would you dare to cause the final death of such a noble GYAGH!" He screamed when a sudden wristblade cut through his fingers and cleaved into the gem. The orb began to fall to the ground, while Mannimarco flung himself into the other direction, an instinctive reaction to get away from what caused the pain in his mutilated hand. If he had lifted his blindness, perhaps he would have seen it coming. But as it was, he had been caught completely unaware. Now he lifted the blindness and saw his hated foe, wristblades still setting the air ablaze.
When Cerpin broke his spell, the King of Worms was surprised. Surprise turned to irritation with the blinding. But the Necromancer had not been caught unaware. He had seen the fireball being prepared and knew what was going to happen. So he brought up one hand with a haze of dispelling Magicka while gripping the soulstone containing Kirana with the other.
,,Fool! One step closer and this person's soul shall be forfeit! Would you dare to cause the final death of such a noble GYAGH!" He screamed when a sudden wristblade cut through his fingers and cleaved into the gem. The orb began to fall to the ground, while Mannimarco flung himself into the other direction, an instinctive reaction to get away from what caused the pain in his mutilated hand. If he had lifted his blindness, perhaps he would have seen it coming. But as it was, he had been caught completely unaware. Now he lifted the blindness and saw his hated foe, wristblades still setting the air ablaze.
OCC: Ian's refering to the rumor that Morgiah, Barenziah's daughter, Queen of Summerset Isle, enlisted Mannimarco to attain the throne in return for her "first" [child].
Ian
The vampire closed his eyes for a heartbeat, for that was all it took. Kirana's soothing presence flooded his mind, filling the void she had left behind. Ian's eyes flew open, a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
Thanks for picking me up; that gem was losing its apeal. Kirana's voice rang in his head.
We can talk later, Kirana, a certain someone we all loathe has to die. He replied.
"Now, Maggot King, you don't have any leverage. All you have is an army of undead and the same lies you've failed to impress the soldiers with." The vampire said boldy, raising his blades to prepare for attack or defense. Ian mocked the necromancer. "There isn't a royal daughter here to make a pact with you; how is your child by the way?"
Ian
The vampire closed his eyes for a heartbeat, for that was all it took. Kirana's soothing presence flooded his mind, filling the void she had left behind. Ian's eyes flew open, a look of complete satisfaction on his face.
Thanks for picking me up; that gem was losing its apeal. Kirana's voice rang in his head.
We can talk later, Kirana, a certain someone we all loathe has to die. He replied.
"Now, Maggot King, you don't have any leverage. All you have is an army of undead and the same lies you've failed to impress the soldiers with." The vampire said boldy, raising his blades to prepare for attack or defense. Ian mocked the necromancer. "There isn't a royal daughter here to make a pact with you; how is your child by the way?"
Mannimarco.
The Necromancer glared, not saying a word. In secret, he was beginning to gather all of his power. He realized he had sorely underestimated his opponents. Well, no more. He would destroy them for sure, even though it would cost him everything he had gained. So be it, he could recover his power and return someday.
,,You can believe whatever you want, but the truth to our current standing should be obvious." He spat venomously. Even as he said those words, something strange happened.
As one, the birds fell out of the sky, robbed of their unlife. So did the many insects, so did the regular zombies. They all fell where they stood, without a clue as to what had caused their demise. Only the few remaining undead heroes could withstand the vile influence that sapped their strenght. But even they were forced to the ground in their struggle to maintain their current 'life'. Their power flowed back to their master, who focussed it into the matrix of a staggeringly powerful curse.
,,Everything in this city........Shall die!"
OOC: Ya know, I suggest you kill him quick. We could make the curse backfire when he gets wacked, make it knock his soul way out of the plane of Nirn.
The Necromancer glared, not saying a word. In secret, he was beginning to gather all of his power. He realized he had sorely underestimated his opponents. Well, no more. He would destroy them for sure, even though it would cost him everything he had gained. So be it, he could recover his power and return someday.
,,You can believe whatever you want, but the truth to our current standing should be obvious." He spat venomously. Even as he said those words, something strange happened.
As one, the birds fell out of the sky, robbed of their unlife. So did the many insects, so did the regular zombies. They all fell where they stood, without a clue as to what had caused their demise. Only the few remaining undead heroes could withstand the vile influence that sapped their strenght. But even they were forced to the ground in their struggle to maintain their current 'life'. Their power flowed back to their master, who focussed it into the matrix of a staggeringly powerful curse.
,,Everything in this city........Shall die!"
OOC: Ya know, I suggest you kill him quick. We could make the curse backfire when he gets wacked, make it knock his soul way out of the plane of Nirn.
Cerpin
Cerpin was weakened from the drain life spell, and he was already starting to feel the effects of the nasty parasite that Mannimarco had placed inside of him. It made his gut twist, his breaths labored, and his reactions slow. It took some effort to keep from falling over, but Cerpin somehow managed to force his body to walk forward. It was more of a stagger than a walk, but he still covered the short distance between himself and the King of Worms.
There was no way they could possibly kill him, with all of that energy flowing in his veins, so Cerpin decided to relieve him of it. Cerpin gripped Mannimarco's arm firmly, and activated the magic of his glove. In a split second, Cerpin found himself filled to the brim with the power that the necromancer had absorbed into the body he now occupied. He looked down at Mannimarco, whose new body was still gripping his old body's arm.
"Now what exactly does that parasitic spell to to a person, I wonder?" he asked Mannimarco. There was an intense pain in his hand from Ian's wristblades, but it was nothing compared to the weakness and fatigue that Mannimarco felt now.
OOC: if it's too much, I'll edit, but I kind of want to get things moving again.
Rann
"I'm Rann, and this is my half-sister Amrita," he answered.
"Now where do we start looking?" he asked, referring of course, to the Plys'Iea.
Cerpin was weakened from the drain life spell, and he was already starting to feel the effects of the nasty parasite that Mannimarco had placed inside of him. It made his gut twist, his breaths labored, and his reactions slow. It took some effort to keep from falling over, but Cerpin somehow managed to force his body to walk forward. It was more of a stagger than a walk, but he still covered the short distance between himself and the King of Worms.
There was no way they could possibly kill him, with all of that energy flowing in his veins, so Cerpin decided to relieve him of it. Cerpin gripped Mannimarco's arm firmly, and activated the magic of his glove. In a split second, Cerpin found himself filled to the brim with the power that the necromancer had absorbed into the body he now occupied. He looked down at Mannimarco, whose new body was still gripping his old body's arm.
"Now what exactly does that parasitic spell to to a person, I wonder?" he asked Mannimarco. There was an intense pain in his hand from Ian's wristblades, but it was nothing compared to the weakness and fatigue that Mannimarco felt now.
OOC: if it's too much, I'll edit, but I kind of want to get things moving again.
Rann
"I'm Rann, and this is my half-sister Amrita," he answered.
"Now where do we start looking?" he asked, referring of course, to the Plys'Iea.
Ian
Ian allowed a measure of tension release when Cerpin successfully swapped Mannimarco bodies. "Your power has deserted you Mannimarco, and now you have nothing to cling to." The vampire said coldly. "I doubt the Deadra Princess Meridia will be an enjoyable mistress, but none of her kin will be more overjoyed to have you in their court, King of Maggots."
OCC: Should Cerpin just blast Mannimarco into Oblivion with all that power he siphoned?
Amrita
Amrita nodded to Dan. "We might not look like we're related, but trust us," she replied with a grin. "We think me found out a way to weaken that beast, though I'm afraid that after our last attack it knows that we know so to speak..." she paused before continuing, "The beast possesses these odd appendages that flare out from its back. I noticed them twitching and swaying when I blinded it. Just based on how quickly it recovered from my blinding spell, these appendages must help it see. Severely damaging them will obviously disorient and possibly weaken it. Now all we gotta do is find it..."
Flogir
Flogir flexed and bent his heal leg and grinned. It felt brand new! With a renewed vigor, Flogir began to make his way back to the breach when suddenly his legs gave out from underneath him. A wave of exhaustion and weakness flooded over him. Obviously the lack of sleep and the energy put into healing his leg had taken a toll on him.
"Damn me! Now is not the time for this!" Flogir cursed softly as he tried to get back to his feet shakily.
Amrita nodded to Dan. "We might not look like we're related, but trust us," she replied with a grin. "We think me found out a way to weaken that beast, though I'm afraid that after our last attack it knows that we know so to speak..." she paused before continuing, "The beast possesses these odd appendages that flare out from its back. I noticed them twitching and swaying when I blinded it. Just based on how quickly it recovered from my blinding spell, these appendages must help it see. Severely damaging them will obviously disorient and possibly weaken it. Now all we gotta do is find it..."
Flogir
Flogir flexed and bent his heal leg and grinned. It felt brand new! With a renewed vigor, Flogir began to make his way back to the breach when suddenly his legs gave out from underneath him. A wave of exhaustion and weakness flooded over him. Obviously the lack of sleep and the energy put into healing his leg had taken a toll on him.
"Damn me! Now is not the time for this!" Flogir cursed softly as he tried to get back to his feet shakily.
Mannimarco.
Mannimarco failed to respond. He was struggling to find power in his new form, any kind. But, he now began to realize that he never had the advantage in the first place. All the weakening he'd put on Cerpin, it had backfired in a dramatic way.
One of the undead heroes looked his way.
,,Protect me." The King of Worms hissed. The hero slowly shook its head.
,,You forsake me in a single moment of weakness?"
Flint Ironwood.
Flint arrived just at that moment when Flogir collapsed.
,,Oh, crap! Flogir. You alright? Man, am I glad to see you. For a moment, I'd feared you died in that battle." He asked worried and extend a hand to help him back onto his feet.
,,Look, I really want to make sure you're alright but there are more important things to do. I want to fill up the breach again before we get another attack, and this time we fill it with rocks, not exploding barrels." He added.
,,By the way, did you notice? All the undead just got knocked out somehow without any of us lifting a finger."
Mannimarco failed to respond. He was struggling to find power in his new form, any kind. But, he now began to realize that he never had the advantage in the first place. All the weakening he'd put on Cerpin, it had backfired in a dramatic way.
One of the undead heroes looked his way.
,,Protect me." The King of Worms hissed. The hero slowly shook its head.
,,You forsake me in a single moment of weakness?"
Flint Ironwood.
Flint arrived just at that moment when Flogir collapsed.
,,Oh, crap! Flogir. You alright? Man, am I glad to see you. For a moment, I'd feared you died in that battle." He asked worried and extend a hand to help him back onto his feet.
,,Look, I really want to make sure you're alright but there are more important things to do. I want to fill up the breach again before we get another attack, and this time we fill it with rocks, not exploding barrels." He added.
,,By the way, did you notice? All the undead just got knocked out somehow without any of us lifting a finger."
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