"At least that shut him up." Sel said, looking at Anthanes.

"Now how do we get out without getting caught?"

"I find myself having more intelligence than the average Cyrodiil" , Anthanes responded as he thought back on the simple-minded legionaries he had killed not that long ago.

"And there are two options. We either butcher anyone inbetween us and the city gates, or I can make everyone invisible. The first course of action will get us even more wanted and will get -me- expelled from the guild right away..." i'm lucky if I get demoted to Apprentice after all this "while the second course of action will drain me of my magicka, so we'll be without my magical skills, not that you'll admit to needing them, until I rest. I'll leave you to decide what we're going to do."

"If you shut me up I'll speak with my blade, lay off the magic. I find myself smarter than Sel, but that doesn't make me intelligent, because Sel is only about as smart as the average Imperial."

"Again, I repeat." Sel said. "A damned moron. did you learn nothing the last time you fought him?"

"Yeah, I learned he fears confrontations using unarmed combat, and that he likes to paralyze his enemies to make the fight easier for him."

Sel shrugged. "Talk when you win. Or better yet, not at all."

"About you, Niran, I learned that you're an unhinged little person who can't stand his loss, be it in combat or otherwise."

"Sel, quiet now. It's much too early for your death."

Turning to the magic-freak he said

"That's right, I am."

"Can we focus on getting out of here rather than having a royal rumble down here?"

OOC: Methinks we should perhaps start using the Posting rule

"Sure, why don't you just poof us all out of here with your special magic powers." Niran said.

(OOC: Er, Niran just keeps on insulting Sel, doesn't he? Well, sorry, but now Celia officially hates him now. She loves Dunmer and Khajiit more than Imperials, unfortunately.)

Celia sighed heavily. She muttered loudly, "So far, these Dunmer are alot nicer and smarter than the rash, dumb Imperials (with the exception of Serene) of this group, also known as Konrad and Niran." She glanced at the corner of her eye at the two.

She turned to the battlemage, concerned. "Surely, there must be a way to get out of here... But I do not wish to exhaust your powers..."

"Celia, it's okay." he said. "At least Konrad apologized."

"As for getting out, I would say we have to wait it out. Anthanes' recall would take us here, and my amulet would also take us here - no more options."

"Stupid altmer witch." Niran muttered

"If the stuck up Altmer are any better, they'd be on better terms with Imperial." Niran said aloud.

(OOC: Niran doesn't mean it, he's just being his stupid honoured user like self again. )

"How exactly? I have three types of teleportation spells; recall will take us here, divine intervention to the nearest Imperial Cult shrine which happens to be located at the nearby fort, and Almsivi intervention will take us to the temple here in the city where we're out in the open. Where the guards can SEE us."

OOC: Sorry guys, this post is viable to get edited, and yes it does

"Niran, it's alright if you want to insult me, but when you go to insulting women, it's a little different." he said, getting angry, but still not standing up.

"Woman? She's only 17." Niran said "Still a child like you."

Celia's cheeks grew red, and her fists clenched. "It's times like this when I wish I am a witch! That way, I could turn you into a scrib!"

Suddenly, she clenched the shoulders of the battemage, her face close to his. She growled, "Mara, help me, get me out of here and away from this man before I go nuts and hurt him!"

"We're trying, Celia...the guards upstairs doesn't make it easy." Sel said. "Just wait until they leave."

OOC: who's mara?

"Great, she's gone insane, figures uncontrollable children. Who the hell is Mara?"

[quote=Dantrag]
before i post...whos mara?[/quote]

OOC: Goddess of Love, one of the Nine Divines. <-- main religion of Cyrodiil

Celia stared at Niran, her mouth open. "You're an Imperial... and you do not even know your own gods?" She tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face. "Mara is the Goddess of Love, mister Imperial..." She raised her eyebrows. "Where were you raised again?"

"Look, Niran." Sel said. "If you want to keep insulting people - don't. It's that simple. Now can we get productive and help Anthanes find a way out of here?"

"Skingrad, what does it matter though?" said Niran ignoring Sel.

Her anger fading away as it usually does, Celia said calmly, "Well, just wanted to know, since you are being quite arrogant about your own race." She shrugged. "I figured if Imperials are so smart, they should know their own gods. I mean, you are the all-knowing intelligent race called the Imperial, correct?" She stuck out her tongue.

She turned to Sel and then to the battlemage. "Maybe we do not have to kill these guards upstairs. We could just sneak and knock them out before they warn the other guards...?"

"I didn't worship." Niran said, his anger not fading at all "They're all fakes, promising you so much."

She rolled her eyes. "Speaking of fakes, you're one too. I thought you were a nice and noble man, but all I'm seeing a rude, disrespectful, and mean man." She looked deep into his eyes and whispered softly, "You had seemed like a lot of promise to me..."

She turned to Sel and the battlemage. "Well? Do you think we can escape out of here with less... bloodshed?"

What? You're not even making sense now.

Anthanes remained neutral during the chatter, not saying anything.

"Well, I believe that I could use one of my grenades to increase the hole in my undersized-not-going-to-be-used-any-time-soon room, making it large enough for us to slip out. The problem being that the explosion will catch attention, meaning we'll have to move quickly."

Celia grinned with glee at the battlemage. "That's perfect!" She clapped her hands, bouncing up and down. "And if any hostile person gets close, I have my hammer at hand, the others with their weapons, and you have your, er, paralyzation skills!"

Sel stood up. "How about some invisibility to help us be a little less...noticeable?"

"Or, we could fight our way through, waste lots of time, and be put back in prison." he said, nonchalantly.

Anthanes nodded at Celia, hiding a smile at her enthousiasm. "I also have two swords taken from Legionaries who met an untimely end...best not to dwell on that. I believe this is one vote in favor of this course of action; anyone have other ideas?"

"Where's the fun in that?!" , Anthanes added with a grin to Sel's suggestion.

ooc: Sorry Dantrag, not intended

"Hey, I like fighting as much as the next person - but not when it will lead to nothing. Anyway. let's get on with this."

OOC: gotta mow grass...drag sel along.

She became serious at Sel's words. "But, invisibility is only going to last so long... especially when there's a group of us. Magic is hard to make last, so, unless you have enough invisibility potions for all of us and to last, we are going to have to make some sacrifices..."

She thought for a second. "Well, maybe just a little bit of invisibility soon after the explosion... but not too much to make mister battlemage exhausted. And then, after it wears off," she shrugged, smiling "whatever happens, happens!"

"Well, whatever's going to happen better happen soon." Said Niran

"I don't mind killing a few more guards. I could clear the way for all of you." Niran said unsheathing his sword "If you're too afraid of getting caught."

"Invisibility is overrated. The gate's just a stone's throw away from the Guildhall and between here and Caldera the only civilization we'll run into will be a few guar farmers. By the time someone figured out what's happening here, we'll be far out of town. Let's get on with it then" , Anthanes said as he climbed up the ladder, carrying two of his 'grenades' .

After making sure everyone had climbed up the ladder he threw the grenades at the wall, creating a large explosion and increasing the hole's size, allowing a humanoid to walk through it. Anthanes jumped out of the hole, swords at the ready.

"Get it moving!"

Sel only frew his dagger - he didn't want the glow of his longsword to give them away.

He plunged in after Anthanes and followed him out.

OOC: see you all in like 2 hours...

OOC: Oh, okay.

Celia grabed the back of Sel's clothing, closely following him. She turned her head and glanced back, hoping no one was after them. So far so good. As the guards ran towards the ruined area of the blast.

Suddenly, a bystander got in their way, and Celia stumbled, pushing the bystander. Whoops!

The orc Celia had pushed turned around
"Hey, what the heck." He said angrily "Watch it!" he grabbed her by the wrist.

Niran who had been following skidded to a halt and looked at the scene Celia had just caused.

Oh great, this is just plain stupid

Anthanes cursed.

"Dammit, you tusked green fool! Now is not the time!"

Anthanes cast a paralyzing spell on the orc, and if it worked pried Celia out of the orc's grip.

Jonacin wandered back to the camp after several hours. Serene was still unconsious. He hoped she would be ok. He asked around to see if there was any work to be done, and was told that some of the Deadra from a nearby ruin were starting to get troublesome. He decided to go clear them out.

As Athanes loosened the orc's grip on Celia's hand, she noticed a few guards coming towards their general direction. Her hands tightened onto her hammer as she was released. "Athanes, I'm sorry, but we got company."

"Damn it, just keep going the rest of you. I'll take them!"

Niran ran straight for the guards.

"Hold! I'll distract them!"

Anthanes began chanting in daedric, and in a swirl of magick a Dremora appeared in front of the guards bearing a fearsome daedric battleaxe.
The Dremora threw himself onto the guards, hacking away at them with his axe with the murderous glee native to the denizens of Oblivion.

While the Dremora was 'distracting' the guards, Anthanes continued on to the gate.

"Come on, by Boethiah! Keep it going!"

Niran stopped and turned around, now chasing back after the crazed mage.

(OOC: Sorry, internet's slower than usual.)

Celia took Sel's hand and, as they ran, she shouted as she glanced at the Dremora at the corner of her eye, "Hey! What did I say about less bloodshed?"

She dragged Sel after the battlemage, hoping no more people were after them. She noticed a guard right behind them. Reacting quickly, she suddenly crouched down and whacked the guard across the legs, crippling him. "Sorry!" she shouted as she dragged Sel away from the crumbled guard. "Hopefully, he will get a healer to look after that..."

(OOC: Niran is currently behind Celia)

Niran watched as they ran,already they were in the distance. They probably though he had followed the stupid mage.

He went after the first guard he saw, vengeance for his family.

OOC: Niran, they're Redorans I think, not imperials

IC: After they were a reasonable distance away from Ald'ruhn, Anthanes began walking at a normal pace. He looked behind him and noticed Niran wasn't amongst them.

"Dammit. The hot-headed fool's getting himself killed."

Ah well. Good riddance.

"What are we going to do now?"

OOC: He doesn't care, he's going on a rampage. Any guard would do, he doesn't think very clearly in situations like these.

To Mergirl:No need, Niran is still killing guards, he doesn't care if they are Redorans.)

[quote=BobV]OOC: Niran, they're Redorans I think, not imperials[/quote]

(OOC: Yeah, that would make sense... since we're in Ald-ruhn, right? Er, who's posting next? You guys could edit your posts if you want.)

Niran came upon the temporarily crippled guard, and brought his sword up.

He brought it down.

Suddenly he stopped himself , he couldn't do it. No matter how much he hated people in general, he couldn't kill this man who was unable to defend himself.

"You're lucky," he told the guard before walking after Sel and Celia, he knew he wouldn't catch up with them for a short time, seeing as how they had been running.

(OOC: I have to go now... This volunteer work has been taking up most of my time, and I have so very little time to post... So, good night, guys!)

Celia had pondered whether or not they should go back when she saw, in the far distance behind her, Niran hovering over the crippled guard. "Oh, no," she whispered, dreading the worst.

Then, to her great surprise, Niran had spared the guard it seemed.

As Niran walked towards them, Celia ran to him and hugged him tightly. "Oh, you are a noble person on the inside!"

Blushing, she released him and turned to the mage and Sel. "Where should we go from here? To Caldera, right?"

(Ack! gamer just edited right now just as I am going to log out. Darn it! Do you want me to edit, gamer?)