Anthanes grunts as he peers through his 'window' at the gathered crowd.

"What're you looking at? Never seen an irrate battlemage before?!"

Anthanes began muttering the invocations of a spell, and as soon as he finished with this he became a lot calmer and more controlled. A calm person spell that effected the caster sure did have its benefits.

"Well, I happened to be looking for a scroll to heal these wounds, which I wouldn't have if the local guild steward wasn't an irresponsible uncaring...but I digress. I recall them being in my chest somewhere, but accidently removed a few items rather brusquely, including a potion that induces fire damage, which broke against the wall, and you see the result."

Blood trickles down the Half-Dunmer unto the ground from his still open wound, and he groans.

"So while you're here, care to help me search? I really need to find that thing before I bleed to death, wouldn't you know it."

With that, the Half-Dunmer Battlemage turns to his chest.

"Where in Oblivion did I put that..."

He continues digging through his chest.

OOC: Sorry if you think my posts are too long.

"Well, try not to cause so much commotion, you'll attract certain people you don't ever want to meet."

Konrad stared at the man. "My acquaintance just died from wounds, if that is any help. Now if you're not going to apologise I'm calling the guards," he stated to the man, turning round. "Guards! guards! There has been a disruption of the peace!"

Two guards came rushing towards him, swords drawn.

(OOC: I'll control the guards a little.)

The guards ran with their swords drawn towards the small group,

"What is going on," one confused guard asked, not grasping the current situation well because they had been drinking. They directed their question to Niran instead of Konrad seeing that Konrad was young.

Niran became nervous and started fidgeting uncomfortably,

"Well, are you going to tell us?" one asked.

Niran said

"There seems to be a problem- just ask this guy." Niran said pointing at the strange dunmer.

(OOC: Once you call the guards they don't just go away. . Niran is nervous because he is wanted for murder.)

"You mean the guards?" The Half-Dunmer sneers as he turns around, holding a scroll that seems to be what he needed.

"I don't think they'd be of much use. I can think of quite a few ways to evade them without even needing to hurt them. Not that I think they're needed anymore. Everything is under control."

The Half-Dunmer began reading a chant in Daedric from the scroll, and his wounds began closing.

"That's better. Now, I do apologize for my outburst, but I was in a rather foul mood. Something that always seems to happen when I get sent on a suicide mission to retrieve some utterly useless item from the hands of our arch-enemies. But mind if we continue this talk outside or inside? It's getting a bit drafty here. Maybe I need to see a glassworker."

As he finished talking, he spotted the guards rushing up.

"By the voidstreams of Oblivion!"

He digged around in his chest, producing several more bottles of the potion that dealed fire damage.

"Stand back! There is nothing going on here!"

The guards saw the potion that the Dunmer had and they backed off,

"Well," one said "if there isn't a problem then don't call us over."

And they left.

Niran sighed and stood facing the dunmer.

"Well, if all is fine." Niran turned and walked back to Sel and Celia.

"Strange, what a weird dunmer." he said to no one in particular.

"Half-Dunmer that is. And in case you missed it, I did apologize for my outbreak."

With that, Anthanes CAREFULLY put the fire potions back into his chest and exited the building, walking towards the assorted group.

Adventurers. Oh, joy. , Anthanes thought as he surveyed the group.

"Oh, and whats the other half?" Niran asked.


(OOC: The assorted group comes in 18 different flavors all for just $19.99)

Sel had nothing left to do - the scene was over.

He turned to Konrad.

"Don't ever disrespect Celia like that again." he said, speaking of his past antics.

OOC: the mock kicking thing...what was the point in that, anyway? :confused:

Sel turned to the half-dunmer. "A Battlemage. oh joy." Sel said aloud.

"Cyrodiilic" , Anthanes stated. "Or at least evidence points to it. Never knew my father...Different topic, please."

To Sel, with a sneer but not in an offending tone of voice:

"Do you have something against those that happen to be able to master the arts of both the arcane and war?"

"Well, I don't really have much to talk about. Except for the fact that I'm wanted for murder in Cyrodiil, and I'm not sure if the word has spread this far. Have you see a wanted sign of me." Niran said to the half-dunmer

Konrad nodded to Sel, instead starting kicking him. He asked him, "So where are we going next?"

[quote=Konradude]Konrad nodded to Sel, instead starting kicking him. He asked him, "So where are we going next?"[/quote]

OOC: so, is sel kicked or nodded to?

Anthanes frowns at Niran, taking a closer look at him. "Hrm, well...Can't say I ever seen a wanted notice of you. I can understand if you happened to have killed someone in Cyrodiil. Hate the place, myself. Bad for one's nerves."

OOC: He nods to stop Celia, then starts kicking him.

"Well, I'm wanted for the murders of two imperial legion officers."

Niran said.

Anthanes grins. "It's not your fault that arrogant halfwit fools that happen to be the son of some equally idiot noble are the cornerstone of the glorious Tamrielic empire. But it might be best not to speak of that in the open, unless you happen to have a death wish."

Sel promptly grabbed Konrad's collar.

"Are you stupid?" he asked Konrad. "Even a brat like you should have more sense than that."

Niran saw Sel grab Konrad, and he turned

"Sel let him go. He's just an annoying little kid."

Konrad stared at him. "Yeah Sel! Uh...Hey!" He broke free of Sel, charging at Niran.

"One that needs a lesson or two." he spat back at Niran, now that he was going for him.

"See how well you control yourself."

Niran held out a hand in front of Konrads face, in his hand was his sisters dagger, pointing right at Konrad's face.

"Hey Konrad, want me to draw a picture on your face."

Anthanes sighs.

"Look, give the little s'wit----young man that is a break, will you? I'd hate to have to cast a paralyzing spell on the lot of you."

Niran turned his dagger still in his hand and faced the half-dunmer.

"Only weak people paralyze their enemy."

"Hey, wait a minute." Sel said. "This is stupid. Niran, when you told me to let him go, did I draw my sword on you and tell you that you were weak? No. This man is merely doing the same. Put down your blade."

He turned to Konrad.

"Now stop before you have more than one artist working on your face."

Anthanes sighed.

"You're not my enemy...I only want to keep you from killing eachother."

Maybe Calm Person would be a better choice.

"If had wanted to kill Konrad, I would have done so a long time ago. He didn't start being really annoying just now."

Turning to Sel he said

"I don't take instructions from those younger then me, now keep qiuet."

"Drop the weapons...Or you'll all be standing in the middle of town as a perch for cliffracers for a day or two."

Anthanes appears to ready a spell.

Niran rolls to the ground, coming to a stand behind the mage, he puts one arm around the mages neck and tightens its grip.

"Don't try it, or I'll choke you to death."

Sel looked at the group.

"You're all damned lunatics."

"GLRNGK!" is all that comes out of Anthanes' mouth.

Niran releases his grip on the mage and lets him catch his breath

"Sel, don't forget that you're a lunatic too."

(OOC: I'll probably be back in an hour or two.)

[quote=Dantrag]Sel looked at the group.

"You're all damned lunatics."[/quote]

"I'm inclinded to agree," Fenris said, looking at the group with a blank expression.

"Oh, but Arcyakt clarified - I'm quite sane." he said sarcastically.

OOC: please use past tense everybody...

so instead of 'he eats a chicken'

it would be 'he ate a chicken'

thank you.

OOC: summarizing here
IC: Megil made it to Suran then jogging through the town he approached the siltstrider, which was just getting ready to leave.

"Please Wait! I need passage to Balmora." The driver brought the silt strider back to the platform, looked the dunmer up and down and replied, "Well alright hop on, but i'm charging you an extra 20 septims for delaying the ride"

"That's fine," said Megil handing the man his money. He sat back for the long ride to Balmora.

Anthanes coughed.

"Don't make me call the guards..."

With that he quickly moved to stand behind Niran's 'friends'.

Konrad just scratched the back of his head. "Sheesh, you're all so tetchy." He kicked at the air, sistematically moving his way across the street.

"Anyone else tempted to strangle that kid half the time?" Sel asked.

"Call them." Niran said his hand on the hilt of his blade.

Konrad laughed, "Only half of the time?"

[quote=gamer10]"Call them." Niran said his hand on the hilt of his blade.[/quote]

"Anthanes," Sel began. "Please paralyze this lunatic before he has half the guards of Vvardenfell arresting us." he continued, ignoring Konrad.

"For me I'd like to cut him up and feed him to some monster."

Niran drew his blade at Sel's words and jumped to the side, dodging swiftly into the mages guild. He heard Konrad, and he would deal with that kid tonight, his punishment was still coming.

Konrad glared at Niran. "That is a bit over the top. By the way did you enjoy your trip off that mountain"

Anthanes scratches his goatee in thought.

"I have a better idea. Why do the two of us not have a duel, not to the death ofcourse?"

Having sayed that he throws off his tattered robe revealing a suit of steel platemail under it that seems to be a little damaged but otherwise wellmade. He unsheats his glass longsword and looks at Niran with a mocking glare.

"The award for the winner of the duel will be that the loser will lose all rights to choke, stab, bludgeon, cast spells on, or otherwise kill the winner. Are you fine with that?"

He muttered a curse as Niran entered the mages' guild.

"Just what we need...A homicidial maniac running loose in the guild."

He rushed into the guild building, sword and spells at the ready.

"I give up." Sel said, throwing his hands into the air. "I'm going back to Balmora."

With that, he walked into the mage's guild and teleported himself back to balmora.

OOC: Now megil can meet up with someone!!

"Why sure," Niran said "But no magic!"

He went forward to strike the half-dunmer with his longsword.

OOC: How exactly do we handle fighting? Anything goes?

IC: Anthanes gripped his longsword in both hands, ready to meet Niran's strikes.

OOC:uhhhhh . . we fight?

Niran brought his longsword down on the half dunmer in a furry of swift thrusts.

(OOC: Now type your reaction.)

[quote=BobV]OOC: How exactly do we handle fighting? Anything goes?

IC: Anthanes gripped his longsword in both hands, ready to meet Niran's strikes.[/quote]

OOC: no dismemberment/killing.

Anthanes moved his own blade to meet the strikes, parrying all but a couple of the blows. Seeing an opportunity he gives a lightning-fast strike to his opponent's legs, hoping to impair his movement.