Flint Ironwood, somewhere in the crowd.

He could still see the flashes erupt over at the Imperial City. By now, he was starting to show more interest in the scene.
"They're mostly static, so that means that the involved parties are still the same. So somehow, somewhere, there is one or multiple mages who can go toe to toe with that Silhouette thing. At least, I think the Silhouette is over there as well. Makes sense, it's the only thing I've seen among the Akavir that can go all spellhappy for such a long time." He thought.

"Too bad we couldn't evacuate those mages. They would have been so helpful when we get ambushed." He continued to himself. The last thought made him look around. What he saw didn't please him at all.
"Hey! Civilians down center, flanked by archers, outer ring of melee! I want that kind of formation, so stop being all chaotic and do it!" He shouted all of a sudden.
"May I remind you people that we're still in a warzone?!"

The Breton sighed and turned his eyes back to the duel being fought in the distance.
"Just where and when did I become a military leader? This is so messed up."

Dalrus, Imperial City

Dalrus seized the opportunity and fired off a blast of fire, ice, and electricity in quick succession. She then remembered a spell she had learned from her old caretaker. She was never sure of what it did, but had memorized it. Her caretaker had always stressed to only use it in very troubled times. Dalrus did not need to verbalize it, for like most of the Silhouette's spells, it was non-verbal. Dalrus thought very hard about the words and released them. Now Dalrus knew she had conjured a powerful spell, as it was the same purple color that the Silhouette's signature killing spell was. It must have been the same spell for the Silhouette's eyes suddenly flashed brighter as if in surprise.

"Come on Nika, where are you? she said in her mind to one of her leading mages
"Don't worry mistress, we're here!"said the excited Nord mage.
Suddenly around 20 forms came into being right in the middle of the Green Emperor Way. They were the mages Dalrus had counted on if she got into trouble, and she intended to finish off the Silhouette with them. They all charged and fired various elemental attacks at the Silhouette.


The Silhouette, Imperial City

Twenty three attacks, one of them being the Akaviri Death Spell, was something even one as powerful as the Silhouette panicked about. He eyes the attacks with fear and as they all converged on him he uttered a quick spell, there was an enormous explosion and the Silhouette's entire body was in the blast.

"ENOUGH!" he yelled and suddenly he through his arms to both sides, as if he had physically pushed the attacks away. The various spells shot off in all directions, severely damaging the walls surrounding the Green Emperor Way.

"When will you pathetic Tamrielics learn that your power is PATHETIC compared to mine!?" he said angrily. His voice rang in their ears, magically enhanced to a ridiculous decibal. The Silhouette fired off two Akaviri Death Spells which both hit their targets between the eyes. The two mages crumpled to the ground as dust. The Silhouette laughed with unnatural glee and then fired an orb of green magic towards Dalrus. "This mage is the leader, she should be slaughtered before I deal with these lesser mages," he thought to himself. To his dismay Dalrus used a spell he had not seen used as a defensive spell, it was so simple. She had used two very powerful telepathic spells which came in the form of two disembodied hands. With them she threw the ball off, not being powerful enough to do anything but stop the orb's course. All the mages fired at him again, and yet again he blocked it, as all the spells flew off and did more damage.

"I did not want to do this, but you leave me no choice. I had hoped to keep this tower as a momento of my conquest."he said with a hiss, as if he was sarcastic, though reading the Silhouette's emotion remained impossible. "Upon the rubble I am about to create, I will build a tower so mighty, the people of Tamriel will worship me as a god." he blocked twenty three more spells with a flock of his palm. "I suppose you haven't heard of Dûn Ťhränăuk Nẻmne?" he said in a voice of faux interest.

OOC: Veric would have heard of it, no one else though, it is the most powerful spell in existance, it is the equivalent of a nuclear blast. It is a very complex spell and the Silhouette is the only one to know the actual incantation for thousands of years. It takes a while to say the whole thing so it gives plenty of time for them to get rid of him.

The Silhouette blocked off more blasts and suddenly his body became a smoke form, his body shot up in the air, smoke trailing behind at a super speed. He quickly reached the top of the White Gold Tower and took form. There the Silhouette begand to utter words in Akaviri, Tamrielic and of languages not known to either continent. As he said the spell all light in the world went out, and then on again and out, and then on again. It started out slow but as the spell was continued with, the flickering went faster...

Ian

"What in Oblivion?" The vampire muttered as the world seemed to be going awry. Not even the Hunter's Sight could pierce the darkness as the world's light flickered in and out. Relying on what he could see in the flickering illumination, Ian and several blades made their way out of the Grand Hall and outside.

This is magic, beyond anything any mage can comprehend. Kirana's voice whispered in the vampire's mind, awe was evident in her voice. As the flickering accelerated to faster rates, many gathered on the fortifications of Cloud Ruler Temple.
A Blade captain by the name of Steffan approached Ian, before a word could leave the man's mouth, Ian said. "We're going to see the Countess, now. If the Akaviri come this way we're going to need a plan."

As Ian and Steffan, plus two more Blades, made their way down from the fortress, the vampire heard one of the younger Blades mutter. "We'll need a D*** good plan and devine mercy if they do...." Neither Ian nor Steffan said anything to contradict her.

Veric

Veric's jaw dropped when he heard the words.

"Dûn Ťhränăuk Nẻmne hasn't been cast in many years," he explained to Voltar, "We cannot let it happen again now either."

"Summon a Winged Twilight. We need to reach the top of that tower."

A Winged Twilight could provide transportation, as well as the vital soul needed for the Silhouette's banishment.

OOC: I don't know what to think of hearing it is the most powerful spell in existence but what the heck, let's go for it! (What it has in raw power, it loses in utility with that damn long and very visible charge-up, so I don't really mind.)


Flint Ironwood.

When the world went crazy, there was only one word that came to the Breton's mind.
"Crap."

He had no idea what was going on. Not just the visual world had fallen into chaos, but he could feel the Magicka whirl around like a wave.
"It's got to be those guys back at the city. It's just got to be!"
He looked in the right direction, but there wasn't much he could make out.

Sinyaramen Fenasim.

Sin had just gone through Cloud Ruler's gates when it happened. Undisturbed by the flickering of the world around him, he closed his eyes instead and focussed. What he sensed did not just disturb him, it greatly disturbed him.
"A tap. Someone's tapping Magicka from incredible distances, and at a stupendous rate. Amazing." He spoke out loud.
"Although, who or what causes this must be a fool. The structure of Magicka will never repair itself after being manipulated on such a grand scale. This is serious!"

He reopened his eyes and stared in the direction where he felt the Magicka was drawn to.
"The Cyrodiil, it can't be any other place. What bothers me the most is, what kind of spell is being prepared that its demands are so high?"

Voltar

Voltar picked up on the grave tone of Veric's voice as well as the urgency underlaying beneath it. Voltar nodded and withdrew the Staff of Worldly Demise from its strap located on his back. With a quick swirl of the staff a bright flash happened before the three mages. A massive Winged Twilight stood before them, hovering above the ground. It's feminine face looked to Voltar in an expecting fashion.

Voltar pointed to the top of White Gold Tower. "Fly us up there," he ordered the creature while removing a Grand Soul gem. He knew he was going to need it soon.

He climbed up the creature's back and gripped one of the wings to hold himself there. He waited for the others to follow suit.

At least he won't snipe us from the sky if he's busy casting that spell, Voltar thought.

Veric

Veric was becoming very confident in the situation at this point. The Silhouette had shown his hand too early, and now it seemed that his gamble would fail. Veric assumed that the Silhouette hadn't expected anyone to have actually known about Dûn Ťhränăuk Nẻmne and according to Veric's predictions, it would be his downfall. Once he and Voltar reached the top of the tower, they would have ample time to cast the necessary spells, and the Silhouette would have to risk disrupting his tedious incantation in order to stop them. Dûn Ťhränăuk Nẻmne had to be spoken all at once; if the flow of the incantation was broken, it had to be restarted, which would take even more time and possibly give them the chance to try again, if necessary.

Veric held on to the wing opposite Voltar, waiting to get close enough to begin the soul trap spell...

They reached the Silhouette quickly, as the Winged Twilight's powerful wings whisked them upward at an alarming rate.

"We both have to be holding the soul gem!" he shouted above the sound of rushing wind. Voltar extended one arm towards him and Veric grasped his companion's hand. Now they were both connected to the soul gem and the first step was complete.

Order your creature to continue circling, then begin chanting the soul trap spell in unison with me on the count of three. he said telepathically to Voltar.

One...two...three...

He cast the soul trap spell on the Silhouette, while Voltar did the same to the Winged Twilight.

When you kill this daedra, we'll be falling quite a distance. One of us will have to summon another to catch us when it is time. And do not forget that the soul gem must be destroyed at the exact moment the spell hits the Silhouette!

Voltar

Despite the fact that he would be doing many complicated nearly at the same time, Voltar did not worry. He prepared a powerful touch spell, one he knew was strong enough to kill the winged twilight. He also had the incantation needed for the spell that would link the Silhouette with this winged twilight on the tip of his tongue.

He glanced at Veric and nodded. He was ready to finish this.

OOC: Mallet, I remember you saying you were pretty busy, so I'm taking minor liberties with Voltar for the sake of moving on. If you don't like something, I'll edit.

Veric

As the Winged Twilight brought them closer and closer, Veric knew it was time. The Silhouette was deep in his casting, and Veric found that despite his close proximity, the immortal creature was unaware of his presence. He could even hear the words of Dûn Ťhränăuk Nẻmne escaping its lips.

He committed what small pieces he'd heard to memory.

The soul traps were already in place. The Silhouette showed no sign of noticing. He nodded to his partner, who took his cue. The touch spell Voltar had prepared sucked the life from the daedra they were riding. Its physical form dissipated, and the two mages found themselves falling fast, though still connected by their tight grip on the now-full soul gem.

Veric finished the incantation of banishment as they fell, and Voltar finished the process by sending a powerful bolt of lightning through the soul gem, shattering it.

We can only hope that it worked...

They kept falling.

The Silhouette, White and Gold Tower


The Silhouette continued to say his incantation, it was nearly done, a few more seconds and everyone within the valley of Lake Rumare would be dead, with the exception of himself. Sure, his army would be gone, but that did not matter, he still had a reserve army which would sail from their hiding place the moment he called. They had, of course, been waiting on an island about eighty miles from Tamriel. All these thoughts went through his head as he started to form the last word in his mind. Then he heard the spell come towards him, it was like slow motion. His eyes shot open and he saw what looked to be an electric spell coming towards him, he knew it was more than that though, he could feel the types of magic in it. It was coupled with a banishment spell, he barely had time to scowl when it hit him. He felt his body melt away as it traveled between the world of oblivion and the world of nirn. Suddenly he found himself in the dark, lava-strewn world of oblivion. He feared nothing here, yet he could not do what he had set out to do, retake the throne of Tamriel for Akivar.

Meanwhile the force of the spell had nearly been put into motion and the epicenter of magic was powerful enough that it was no small spell. Although greatly dwarfed in size, the spell did happen to some extent. An enormous blast seemed to spring out of no where. A whirlpool of magic spun in towards where the Silhouette had been standing moments before and as it spun, everything in its path melted into dust. The tower was being eroded in half and fires caught on anything that could burn. Then, just as suddenly, the failed spell stopped. There was silence and then an enormous blast which ripped the White Gold tower in half, lengthwise.


Dalrus, Green Emperor Way


Dalrus cheered when she saw Altair and Voltar falling, they must have succeeded. Then she realized what must happen next. If the Silhouette had been nearly done with the spell there would still be repercussions for all that magic permeating the air.

"All mages, dissapperate, something is going to happen!" she shouted. Suddenly all the mages bodies started to glow and they dissappeared with a rustle. Dalrus, however, intended to stay and watch, this magic facinated her. She ran further away and out of the tower's likely places to fall and observed what was happening. The magic was ripping apart all the tall buildings and fires burst from the windows in the tower. Suddenly she heard a loud bang. The tower swayed ominously and split down the middle. Dalrus's eyes widened with horror as the tower fell backwards. She cringed, anticipating the loud smash. It seemed to take a while, though that was to be expected for such a tall building. Then a crash so loud she was surprised the noise did not shatter her teeth came. She looked up to see a wave of dust shoot up into the air like a volcanoe. The tower had smashed straight through the wall and crushed at least twenty buildings into dust, on both sides where the other half had fallen too.

Sinyaramen Fenasim, near Cloud Ruler.

The tap vanished as sudden as it had appeared. Sin held on to his cane tightly and braced himself for what was to come next.
"A concentration of Magicka of such proportions can't be without consequences. There will be a backlash, a reaction." He realized.

Flint Ironwood, army

Flint's mouth fell open as the great tower was cleaved from top to bottom.
"What the...?" He began to say but then the effects of the spell came roaring across the lake towards the refugees. Already it had diminished greatly in strenght, yet it was still at such a scale that it brought the lake's surface to near boiling point.
"Oh crap! DRAGON SKIN!" Flint called upon the barrier, but it did not come. The Magicka had been forcibly ripped out of him by the Silhouette's spell and in the heat of the moment, he'd completely forgotten.

The blast knocked him off his feet and sent him sliding across the path till he was stopped by the bushes which began to smoke from the intense heat. Fortunately however, the heat had diminished to the point where it no longer caused fire wherever it went.
"What...was that?"

Sinyaremen Fenasim, still the same place.

Magicka flowed back across the land. The Altmer cringed as the shockwave hit him, but also observed that the blast was quite weak. Obviously he was quite far from the epicenter.
"Well, and that was that. Quite an intriguing experience. Oh, the excitement makes my heart race." He said to himself and swiped the kicked-up dust from his clothes.


OOC: I'm just going to assume that the insane power-level difference between Flint and the trio at the IC meant that Veric and co could hang on to their Magicka. Or maybe they were just that close to the Sil that they could tap into the big concentration of Magicka.