The last one.

OOC : Thanks for making us a new one, Alex The last post is below, because I need that question answered lol.

"ooc:sry about that im just covering the entire island with orcs dremora and dragons. i also wont be on the weekend"

with a unsure frown apon his face, sasal gave the order to sink the island "all mages on deck! prepair to help the stupid fools to their watery graves!!!" and with that said, 10 mages surrounded the topside of the boat, all chanting daedric words, and from each side of the island, a tital wave rushed towards it.

as the boat left the island, sasal wistled to a particular looking dragon with a jewel imbedded in its head to follow, and so it did, it stopped battle with the sea creatures and flew to sasal, as if it knew sasal...

soon the island was out of site as the boat speed out of the tital waves' proximity by magic speeding up the rowing speed before he could see the island suberged. "i feel bad about leaving that boy there" " said sasal.

"but luckly, sel might make it.... and so will that new knight that was left...."

OOC; umm yah the island had never started to sink. -.- you are simply being attacked by sylphs.

Sel was in the middle of battling another dremora as he spotted the tidal wave out of the corner of his eye.

He rid the daedra of its head before staring wide-eyed at the wave.

"Some sort of spell would be nice." Sel muttered to nobody in particluar.

OOC: just run with it.

OOC: very well.

"Sink their ships, I want them to learn to never mess with us again." The sylps slipped into the water vanishing beneath its surface. they then began to rend gashes on the undersides of the boats, and to board them from beneath.

Megil watched the wave come, his mind and face calm.

Though odd for one mage to act as such, with as many mages as they have this does not surprise me

"I'm on it," was all he could say to Sel.

He released his power and his eyes were soon glowing blue, in fact he let himself becomes so indulged he appeared to be covvered in blue flames. he muttered words beneath his breath and as the waves started to hit the island they shot up in the air, and turned back on themselves crashing downwards towards the ships. The sky around the island began to thocken with dark heavy tempest clouds. The threat of the wave gone, Megil collapsed on the ground, unable to stand. his energy was drained. he'd have to rest now. Never before had he used his power so completely.

"Meh," Fenris muttered. "I wanted to hop on one boat and kill me some orcs..." he continued to mutter. The Nord grumbled, watching the sea.

"some will wash up alive," megil said softly a small smile on his face.

"Bah, 'tis no fun if they can't fight," Fenris said, smirking at Megil. "Good work there though."

a soldier ran to sasal"Dammit! sir the waves have been sent off course and are going to hit us and........" with out another moment, the ship was flooded and destroyed. all the mages tried to teleport back to mournhold, but one got away and saved all 4 of the remaining duke's guards. with that, the boat that carried sasal and his soldiers was crushed and the incoming fleets of ships retreated due to the heavy waves in th area. Sasal was left on a floating plank with a large wood peice immbeded in his chest and soon that same unique dragon dragon picked him up with his claws and took him away, all while removing a large and bloody part of a pillar from his chest. when they were flying off, sasal dropped his beloved helmet into the sea tried to reach for it with tears of blood in his eyes and was soon unconsious while the dragon flew over the island........

"Thanks," he said "though I will make a note to never do anthing like that again. "

with that he doubled over and was sick.

Fenris watched the dragon fly off into the distance. "Looks like one got away at least," he said, before glancing at Megil. "Yeah, i'll make a note of that....You alright?"

"I'll live, if thats what you mean" he managed to say before he doubled over again cluthing his chest.

"If you say so..." Fenris said with a arched eyebrow.

Sel turned back to fighting the dremoras once he saw that the wave was dissipated.

He couldn't help but notice Sasal, lying with something protruding from his chest. He fought his way towards the dunmer, thinking to have a word with him, up until a dragon came and picked him up.

Jonacin had simply stood and watched throughout the fight and the subsequent annihilation of the attackers. Had he been directly attacked, eh would have defended himself, but he had felt the others could handle it, and they had shown they could. "so what now?"

OOC: wouldn't the dremora dissapear sine their casters met their doom.

IC: Megil stood up shakily and walked to the shore, to wash the taste out of his mouth. He returned to the camp and sat down only to see a sylph approach him carrying a helmet. She presented it to Megil, and megil examined it. Sasal's helmet. Megil took it and thanked the sylph. she returned to the water and vanished into it's depth.

Falx, or Alton, or whoever he believed he was at the moment waited anxiously for the mysterious man to answer.

Hmm, something feels familiar about this man. Perhaps he really does know my name, and what happened to me. Anyways, he better hurry up...

[OOC:I'm takin some initiative here Dantrag]

He noticed something gleaming at the mans belt, it was an imperial broadsword. "Sir? Are you in the legions?"

How'd I know that, that was an imperial weapon? Damn this is all to confusing. Hmm, he might be a Knight

[OOC:I think I gave you something to work with, after all cant the Mage read minds]

Niran who had been still the whole fight, now ran to Celia.

"You okay?" he asked.

What are you talking about? She doesn't even look the slightest bit injured. . .

(OOC: How the hell do I miss fights like that. )

(OOC: Maybe because that is the shortest fight I've ever seen?)

IC:
Celia blinked. "Of course I'm all right... Question is, are you all right?" She glanced around. "And are Sel and Megil allright?"

"Megil was sick, I'm not sure about Sel. Though I think he's fine. . ." Niran realized he was still holding the hilt of his broken sword in his hand.

"Not much I can do with this." He said, dropping it to the ground.

(OOC: Lonewolf, that sword was Ebony!)

OOC: A Shehai is indestructible and can cut pretty much anything if enough force is appllied

"I'm fine." Sel said, walking up behind Celia and Niran.

OOC: thought he fell....damn his posts are hard to comprehend...lol.

OOC: Sasal got carried off by a dragon, he's nowhere near us

(OOC: *pats* Do not worry. You're not the only one who can not fully understand his posts, either.)

Celia grinned and embraced Sel. "Well, that is good to know you kept your promise!" She appeared confused. "But, where did Sasal go? Did he drown?"

"A dragon picked him up - it seems Arcyakt isn't unique in the fact that he has a pet dragon." Sel answered.

He was still angry at the fact that his trial never even occurred - he would still be hunted until he was named innocent or guilty. Either one would be a relief.

Mage

"This old thing?" Arcyakt asked, looking down at the sword Falx had pointed out. "You gave it to me, years ago, even htough you knew I couldn't use it - I was always more gifted in the magical arts."

"Yes, I am in the Legion, as are you...what has happened to you, Alton?" Arcyakt asked, an expression of concern on his face - he was a gifted actor.

"Hey Sel!" Niran said with a grin.

"That's the second time, you're leaving Jonacin out." He said, jokingly referring to the hug.


(OOC: )

propping himself up on his bow he turned to the others.

"Here's Sasal,s helmet. guess he lost it during his escape or he was dropped by the dragon and drowned. If any of you want it, feel free to take it."

"Erm...riiight." Sel said, not appreciating Niran's humor.

Niran just grinned again, and turned around. Collecting the pieces of his Ebony sword.

Careful not to touch anything but the flat of the blade.

Celia turned to Megil and inspected the helmet. "Well, I do not wish to have it... Perhaps mister Nord wants it."

She took the helmet out of Megil's hands and fitted it onto Sel's head. She giggled, "Tee hee! You look very distinguished, silly Dunmer."

Confussion rippled along Falx's face, "I'm in the legion... But... Damnit!" Falx slammed his fist on the pannels of the door, "I'm sorry my friend if it seems that I do not recognize you.. I.. I seemed to have.." Falx cupped his hand over his mouth.

"I can't remeber anything.. Hell I've been walking all over this place for quite a bit just trying to figure out my name!" Worry filled his face, "If my name is Alton, and I am a member of the imperial legion, why would I be so far from Cyrodil?"

Cyrodil?.. The Imperial capitol.. Deadra? Damn, what are deadra?

Falx paced around for a second and thought harder

..Darius.. the name sounds so familiar, he could be in the legion... Knight? odd

Falx chuckled at himself, "Well if I was this crazy in my previous life I'm sure that you all can deal with it again."

Picking up his stuff Falx turned to the man, "Friend, I'm sorry that I do not remeber your name, but if your words are true, then I suppose we need to report somewhere.. and perhaps that somewhere might lead to my past"...

um . . .nevermind

Sel took the helmet off his head. "Distinguished. Pssh. More like ridiculous." he said, smiling. "We could make better use of it by selling it to pay off my bounty." he said with a laugh.

Mage

"No need to report anywhere." Arcyakt replied. "My mission was to find you, and together we are to eliminate a large rebel faction that has popped up on Vvardenfell." Arcyakt stopped for a second and smiled. "It's good to see you again, my friend. I am Arcyakt, since you obviously don't remember."

Arcyakt hoped that Falx would only remember the name Arcyakt to spark some recognition, hopefully it wouldn't bring a flood of memories about their previous meeting...

"Could do, let us go on happier news. tonight we feast." pointing to the food barrels the sylphs had brought ashore from the sunken vessels.

Sel looked to where megil was pointing and dropped the helmet.

"Is that...a...keg of flin?" he asked, walking over to inspect it.

"probably more than just flin over there if that was indeed the duke's guards. Anyone want to start the fire." Megil glanced out at the sky.

"Besides seems i started quite the tempest, we won't be able to leave these shores until it moves on or dissipates."

Hmm, Arcyakt....

Falx shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe some memory's will come back later.. I've had a few about Cyrodil, and this Knight, I think, named Darius.. But I'm not sure if it was a dream or an actual memory"

He laughed a bit and turned around, "Arcyakt?" he tried to pronounce it correctly, "Have you ever heard anyone use the word Cunfuzzled?" Falx picked up a dagger he had lifted from a man a while back, already the things that he despised were becoming comonplace in his way of life, "Eh, seems to be another memory"

Alton walked over to Arcyakt "Whenever your ready friend, if those rebels are truly a problem... then they will die."

Mage

Arcyakt unbelted the sword from his waist and handed it to Falx.

"You can use it better than I, Alton." he said with a smile. "And Darius was our commanding officer before he died." Arcyakt made that part up, not really know how Darius was relevant.

Was it his soul I used for Slogon? Arcyakt asked himself.

OOc: where are they? I forget. Is it the mainland of morrowind?

Yeah, your bounty. We'd need ten of them for mine.

{OOC: Mainland Morrowind}

"Well.. thats a shame" Falx reached for the sword, "Thank you"

After strapping the sword to his waist he stepped out of the room, "Feels good to have a destination. Shall we?" Falx gestured towards the exit of the inn.

"We can buy passage to Vvardenfell on a freighter or something." Arcyakt said.

"There is a port city near here, let's see what we can find." With that, he lead Falx out of the inn.

Niran brought the two pieces of his sword and dropped them by Jonacin's feet.

"These might be of some use to you," Niran said angrily before walking off.

You bastarde, that sword was precious to me . . . the only thing I had left to live for . . .wait . . .

Niran glanced at Celia before walking farther off and sitting. Then he turned his gaze towards her. . .

Now there is only one that I hold dear. . .even if she doesn't think highly of me . . .

(OOC: There is wood around this area, right?)

Celia giggled at Sel's reaction to flin. "Tee hee, silly Dunmer and their drinks!"
Turning, she started running towards the wooded area. "I'll get the fire-wood!" She picked up her skirts as she ran. She muttered, "I hope I do not get splinters, oh, how I hate those!"

Niran stood up.

"I'll help," Niran said running to catch up with Celia "That is, if you don't mind."

Wouldn't want you running off by yourself into a forest. . .

Celia nodded. "I do not mind." She grinned as she picked up some large wood pieces and plopped them onto Niran's hands. "A strong man like you can pick up much more than a frail girl like me, tee hee!"

Niran positioned the wood he gave her properly in his arms, so as not to drop them.

His face reddened slightly when she joked, and he looked away for a few seconds.

"Uh . .right. . .whatever."

If you're so frail, why do you carry around a hammer?

Niran grinned, he hadn't really seen Celia do much battling. He found the thought of her bashing monsters with a hammer very amusing.

"Celia after all this . .you know . .whatever the group is doing, do you plan on returning to Cyrodiil?"

The street was full of the various sort all milling about in their own directions. Falx turned to Arcyakt, "So these rebels, what exactly are their crimes? Surely they must have done severe harm to the empire if ordered to be slain."

Mage

Arcyakt sighed, "One of them has murdered quite a bit of legion soldiers - the others have helped an uprising in Cyrodiil against the Emperor." He answered.

As they entered the city, Arcyakt pointed to the docks. "That ship will probably get us there, let's speak with the captain."

Arneth stood a little back in the fight, he had slashed down those who came near him. As it all was over he stood there and watched the bodies on the shore...
"Anyway... Do you have any idea what Arcyakt is going to unleash here in Vvardenfell" Arneth asked the group with curious eyes....

Yeah, because a broken sword is really useful
Jonacin ignored the broken sword at his feet and went over to the barrels brought to shore by the sylphs. they contained provisions enough to last at least a week, but only if used sparingly