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Niran, who had sustained several wounds took out his sister's dagger and put it by the half-dunmers neck. Having dodged as many blows as he could. It was time to end the duel.

"If you move, I'll stab you."

"Coward" , Anthanes sneered. Having said that, Anthanes moved his steel-plated knee to give his opponent a nasty hit in the groin, jumping back a millisecond after doing so.

Niran clenched his teeth, he threw his weapon to the ground, but not as a sign of surrender.

"Coward am I, when I don't wear heavy plated armor. How about a hand to hand fight then, you can keep your armor on."

"No. I believe I already won. It was a fair duel, to which you agreed. You are the one threatening to slit my throat if I would not surrender. Can't stand your loss, eh?"

The crowd began to cheer, and clap, and money passed hands.

[quote=gamer10]Niran clenched his teeth, he threw his weapon to the ground, but not as a sign of surrender.

"Coward am I, when I don't wear heavy plated armor. How about a hand to hand fight then, you can keep your armor on."[/quote]

"Not wearing armor is just stupid boy," Fenris said. "Ya can get gutted."

Niran threw his dagger at the half-dunmer's face, not caring if it caused a fatal wound.

"Qiuet Fenris, or you'll die like Arco!"

Konrad watched the fight, arms crossed. "I am tired of fighting for the moment, I'm going back to Balmora." He walked past the fghtng pair, ducking under the knife and getting transported back to Balmora.

He came out and saw Sel tlaking to a man. He walked over to them. "Hello there, stranger." he said to the man, ignoring Sel.

Anthanes ducked. Just in time, it would seem, as the knife made his hair a bit shorter. The crowd began to mutter in shock and a few went away towards the local guardhouse.

Anthanes remained calm.

"Is -that- the best you got?" , the Battlemage sneered as he waved with his hands and chanted in Daedric, firing a paralyzation spell at his opponent.



Here's hoping it works...

OOC: Italicized text denotes what he is thinking

Niran froze nearly completely, but he was still able to talk.

"A man only paralyzes his opponents when he fears them."

"and you would be?" turning to look at Konrad.

"A man only threatens to slit the throat of his opponents when he does not want them to win even though they agreed upon a fair duel" , Anthanes responded as he began removing the weapons from Niran's person.

Konrad bowed low, "I am Konrad, I hail from Cyrodiil." He looked towards Sel. "I am travelling with him at the moment." He walked around to loosen his legs. "And you sir?"

"The name is Megil. I hail from Azura's Shrine" He looked at both of his new acquaintances and wondered if this was indeed the right party.

they are just boys

"I was just at the shrine and they told me you just losta member. This must be a hard time for your group, if I have come at the wrong time please tell me and I will leave" He didn't want to join the group and think that he was trying to replace their lost friend,

Konrad smiled at him, arms crossed. "We wil get over it, we are not run of the mill weaklings. You do not have to go, the rest of the group will get here at some point if they ever stop fighting."

"It may not be hard on you, but some of us have what you call a heart. You, Brat, should learn to respect the living as well as the dead." Sel said angrily.

He was getting tired of Konrad's remarks regarding, well, everything.

Shadow came upon the fighters and the crowd half way to his home. He was immediately interested and stepped closer. It seemed the fight was nearly over - one of the combatants was paralyzed and being disarmed.
"What's going on?" he asked from one of the watchers.

"I am glad that you wish me to be part of your group and as such i will stay."

He could tell that emotions were running high in the group since both Sel and Konrad hinted at hostilities within the group. He knew they would settle down, and that if they turned on him he could defend himself. In fact he wondered if he was sent to give emotional support to the party.

Looking at Sel and Konrad, Megil shrugged at sel's remark to Konrad and gave an awkward smile, "I'm afraid this area of Morrowind is new to me, would you mind showing me around?"

"I can show you to Eight Plates." Sel replied. "I want some food."

Niran told the half-dunmer

"Take all my weapons if you like, but if you touch my sisters dagger fate will follow you for the rest of your life! Now release this spell, or are you afraid I might harm you?"

Konrad blinked. "Uh, Morrowind is new to me...so let us go to the eight plates."

"A member of the local Mages' guild, that half-imperial, challenged some agressive maniac and won, though he had to use magic to keep the maniac from slitting his throat when it was evident the maniac was losin'."

Anthanes frowned at his now-paralyzed opponent. He was happy the paralyzation spell he had used lasted for an hour. He didn't want to be nearby and unprotected when the maniac broke free.

"Not to worry. I'll just make sure you don't use it. You're getting it back."

Anthanes pocketed the dagger, muttered the incantations of a feather spell and lifted his now-not-so-heavy opponent on his back, walking into the Mages' guild and upto the guild guide. He gave the guild guide the description of Konrad and Sef, and when the Guide told him that they had travelled to Balmora a few minutes ago, he paid for the same travel and grinned at his fellow mages as he stepped off the platform, carrying his assailant.

OOC: What do you mean maniac! Read my fanfic on my character it's on the second page of the Fanfic section of the forums. Then you'll see why he acts like this.

"Eight Plates? sounds great, now that i think of it I'm starved. Lead the way Sel." Turning to Konrad Megil asked, "So tell me a little bit more about the rest of the party."

"Nasty business," said Shadow, looking at the freezed man. A maniac? Was that right? Nice proffession indeed, but where was the profit?

Sel lead them out the door and towards Eight Plates.

Niran grew angered, why had this fool chosen to take his sister's dagger.

The idiot would die in his sleep.

[quote=gamer10]Niran grew angered, why had this fool chosen to take his sister's dagger.

The idiot would die in his sleep.[/quote]

OOC: then Sel should be dead as well...you always get that dagger stolen from you while paralyzed...

Shadow knew that impression on the paralyzed man's face well. Rage, but not blind, but planned and calculated. This man was no lunatic. Shadow wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was an assassin or maybe a thief like himself.
"I would take care," he said. "His words are not as empty as they may seem. Maybe you shouldn't touch the dagger."

Anthanes walked out of the mages guild, still carrying Niran, just to see Sef, Konrad and another one he hadn't seen before walk into the eight plates. Cheerfully walking into the tavern, he ignored the rather odd looks he gets from the patrons and walked over to the table of their choice.

"I believe this belongs to you, gentlemen...?"

He threw the bag in which he had put Niran's weapons on the table.

Konrad walked beside the man, thinking. "We have many. First off we have Celia, an attractive 18-ish Altmer. She's a healer. Another haeler and all round mage is Serene. She's middle-aged, and is in love with one of the big men. We have a hudle of strong men, and I get them mixed up. There's fenris, and there's Jonacin. We also have Niran, an angry Imperial who is fighting a random battlemage about now. The man who just died was Arco, a great warrior with amazing blades. Shakur is a pretty calm Redguard, he just turned into a werewolf. That god enough info for you?"

Sel stood. "What are you doing with Niran?"

He did well hiding the smile that wanted to come onto his face - seeing Niran paralyzed and being carried made his day.

Konrad gestured to the idiot being carried. "This is Niran. I have a feeling both he and Sel here 'like' Celia. There is some rivalry between the two."

"Oh, he tried to cut my throat when I proved the better of him in our honorable duel, so I paralyzed him and disarmed him. The weapons are in that bag over there. He'll stay like this for another hour or so. You don't mind do you? My name is Anthanes, by the way."

"I don't mind at all, Anthanes." Sel said warmly. "Have a drink."

"Yes tht i good enough for now," He replied. It was just then that a man threw down a bag on the table and said "I believe this belongs to you all". He was carrying someone.

"i'm guessing that's Niran, and the one carrying him would be the battlemage that won the duel"

Anthanes grinned. He liked this man.

"Thank you. I'll have a bottle of flin. By the way, I didn't really catch your names."

Anthanes puts the paralyzed Niran down in a chair and sat down in another one, making sure it is as far as possible from Niran just in case.

Konrad stood and bowed to the battlemage. "Sorry for my anger earlier. I am Konrad, greetings."

"I'm Sel." Sel replied. "A big fan of your work." he said with a nod towards Niran and a smile.

"The name is Megil" he said extending his hand out to shake anthanes, "just joined the group a couple minutes ago"

OOC: Ghaw can't type >.< hence the edits

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, gentlemen." , Anthanes said as he looked at them.

That Konrad reminds me of myself when I was his age...Well, a little. I wonder if he's ever considered studying Battlemagick... , Anthanes thought to himself.

"So, Megil, did Azura send you with some sort of message? We have no clue where to go from here - I assume she told you of Arcyakt?"

Shadow was rather surprised of this event, both amusing and exciting. This once again reminded him of the fun of adventuring. He decided to follow these men and find out if there are any vacancies.
Entering the Mages Guild, a place wich had to be his least visited in Ald'Ruhn, he ignored the queer looks he was getting and waltzed down the hallway, trying to navigate. In a few minutes he had found the way to the Guild Steward.
Oh, mighty fine. Teleportation. I was afraid I might come to that. Why must adventuring always include something I cannot comprehend?
But since he had firmly decided to go, he asked the destination of the man who had gone before him, payed the fee and stepped on the platform.
When he opened his eyes (he had unconciously closed them for unexplainable reasons, at least for him), another Mages Guild was in front of him. He had heard from the men's talk that they were headed for the Eight Plates, so he went there.
Entering, he immediately felt that he was disturbing the scene. The adventurers were all there, and so was the battlemage and the paralyzed man. He suddenly felt very stupid and didn't know what he was doing there...

"I'm afraid Azura in all her wisdom left me absolutely no message or clue as to what i was to do once i met up with the group, neither did she mention a 'Arcyakt'. Who is that?"

Megil saw someone observing the group from a distance, but just sat and waited unsure of the observer's intent. "Do you guys know him?" he said to the table making a head gesture to the man watching them.

Anthanes raised a brow.

"I'd like to know about this 'Arcyakt' character aswell. Who is he?"

Anthanes grinned, and added. "And would you object to have a certain half-dunmer battlemage coming along on your various adventures?
I don't think I'll be taking any missions from the Mages' Guild anytime soon."

"Evil mage with a big dragon, a rather long and boring story." Sel answered, not really in the mood to tell the entire story - he had hoped Azura had done that job.

"Evil mage? Dragon? He must be of some power. I take it this is your 'nemesis' , yes? "

Anthanes has a curious look about him. It is obvious he wants Sel to tell him more about this 'Arcyakt'.

"These guys travel too much..." Fenris commented, standing in the Mages Guild. "Might as well..." he muttered and stepped outside. He headed into the Fighter;s Guild and collected his repaired armor, equiping it. That Done, Fenris turned towards Balmora. With a shouted word, he was soaring towards the Hlaalu town.

He landed in the middle of Odai river. "Gotta work on my aim.." he muttered, climbing out. He headed into the Eight Plates, stopping momentarily to shake himself off like a dog. Fenris noted the others, and after grabbing a jug of Sujamma, joined them. "Yup, nemesis. Crazy boat Altmer mage."

"Hello," said Shadow. "I believe I've met some of you in the Rat in the Pot. The name's Shadow. Might I join you for a drink?"

"this group is getting too big." Sel commented to himself.

"Sure, sit." Sel said, pulling up a chair.