[ooc: No, I'm afraid not]

Anthanes nodded. "Grenadiers!" , he shouthed. "Take that scumbag down!"

A rain of grenades descended upon Osano from various positions causing a large explosion. The smoke obscured the whole occurance from view.

We'll be lucky if we can find his boots...Even Arcyakt wouldn't survive this. I think.

That was what I was expecting someone to notice through all that...makes it more interesting. and gives Osano an army back..

Dang, I was sure I would get him that time...

York stared into the man's eyes as he circled, showing that he was not afraid. With no recoil from the man his mind began to stray, he looked at the fort. The wall of the fort was holding too strong though, York yelled to the mages above him to concentrate their fire on the fort rather than the tower.

Many of the houses were now in flames,

"This city will fall...I'll give you one final chance to leave...I suggest you take it." York said still ready for an attack

Osano began laughing maniacally--just as he did when he first encountered Anthane's "grenade". He emerged from the smoke with the tips of his cloak on fire but he ignored it. "You'll have to do better than that! I am not so easily defeated."

"As long as you fall with it, I don't care." Sel said...though he did in fact, care - Celia was along one of those walls. His eyes strayed for a second as well, but soon they made their way back to York.

Sel did something rather unusual then - he drew Niran's sword and threw it like a javelin at York's head.

At the same instant, he charged the man. He would be occupied with blocking or dodging the throw now - or it would kill him. Either way, Sel would be pleased.

Anthanes scowled as Osano emerged unscathed from the crater that the explosions had caused. "Damn it all to the void! Hrm...Mages! Dispel! V'laash segaron negonah!"

Magical energy shot from Anthanes and several other mages towards Osano, combining to make a quite potent dispelling effect.

Osano inspected his body after the spells hit him, "HAH! That was pointle--" My sword...It feels heavy again.He felt where the arrow had struck him in the previous battle; it hurt. What has happe--DAMN! "CRAP! MY CLOAKS ON FIRE!!!" Osano swung his arms wildly to try to get his coat off. After succeeding he ran and ducked behind the corner of a building for cover. I need my constructs.... "DAMNIT ALL!" My ruby is in my cloak! He looked towards the center of the street where his smoldering cloak was; he was going to have to make a run for it.

lol now he's mortal and it sux

The sword flew rapidly at York's head, he pulled his shield and reflected the blade into the air. Still somewhat confused by his actions he looked at the charging man.

What in the world?

York slapped the blade off course so he wouldn't be stabbed, and when the man was close enough swung his shield trying to hit him and at least nock him down momentarily.

I hate shields. Sel thought to himself as the shield knocked him to the ground.

He was lying on his back for a second before he stood. He was about to start an attack but realized that his sword had been knocked from his grasp.

Fenris leapt out at Osano, landing in front of him. Meanwhile, closer to the exit of tower, a large Daedra appeared. It looked like a oversized Frost Atronach, and turned its sicey gaze on the Construct army.

"My primary goal here wasn't your death though," Fenris said as the Monarch gathered power for a iceball.

"It was to damage your army," the spell hurtled into the ranks of the Constructs, freezing many solid. "But, i might as well go for the bonus," Fenris grinned, drawing back into a attack stance.

OOC: I didn't mean I nocked your sword out of your hand...just away from stabbing me but I guess it's better this way...

York stared at the unarmed man,

"Get your blade and then leave, take all that you care about with you." He demanded still looking at the man pointing at his blade lying on the ground

"More fire on the castle." York yelled as the battle continued

Anthanes grinned as he joined with Fenris, standing more or less shoulder to shoulder with Fenris. (the nord was slightly taller though.) He got into a combat position as he lunged towards Osano.

Otik came out of the building with some grenads and handed them to all of the archers, and then returnded to his bow taking out the constructs.

"Leave?" Sel asked incredulously. "I think not."

He needed anotther diversion...the bottle! He pulled the empty potion bottle out of his pack and threw it at the man's face. He used the distraction to get his sword back.

He went into a defensive stance, waiting for York to make the first move.

OOC: I knew I had him save that bottle for a reason!

Osano ran towards Anthanes, claymore hitting the ground as he ran. He swung his sword from a low stance up at Anthanes. But his mind was elsewhere so he didn't know if it connected. He charged past Anthanes towards Fenris--who was between Osano and his ruby. He swung his sword downward at the nord and their blades locked.

Anthanes smirked. He took out one of the grenades at his belt, uncorked it, and poured the liquid all over Osano, soon setting him on fire. As a finishing touch he threw the bottle at Osano's head.

OOC:i'm off for the night don't kill Otik or to many of the mages/arcches on the castle.

OOC: Sel and Anthanes have a lot in common - they think Megil should die, and they like throwing bottles at people's heads...

The army was set up outside Vivic, just out of eye and ear sight.

"Arkyact? Did you take care of Vivic yet?" Alton thought, "If so I shall soon make a move. Also I am led to believe that there are a few friends of ours running around in the city, is this true?"

Alton awaited a response from Arkyact

Mage

"That's what I'm here for." Arcyakt said as he materialized beside Alton. "nice touch, poisoning the water, by the way..."

He walked the cantons until he reached Vivec's palace at the far end. He climbed the enormous flight of steps and knocked on the door...

Osano felt a burning sensation overtake him. It felt like he was on fire; then it came to him, he was. He did what he was taught to do when he was on fire: role around on the ground. he managed to extinguish most of the flames as he rolled over to his cloak, grabbed his ruby and called his entire army into the town.

He caught a glimpse of his army. They had frozen over. He called Slogon to him and then stood up and readied his sword. "You will die," he pointed at Anthanes.

Osano was--for a time--mortal. And it hurt.

York, still looking at the battlefield was hit in the head by something...and hard.
He grabbed his head and looked at the warrior, who had regained his blade.

"You coward! You...you pathetic little moron!" York yelled swinging wildly at him

I'm gonna kill this little bugger this time...just you wait...no you're not...yes I am...he's too quick...doesn't matter.

York argued with himself still swinging at the man wildly.

OOC:Hehe throw a bottle at me will ya.

Ryan race to join the fight against osano but noticed a red glint in Osano's fallen cloak. As he reached to grasp it Osano rolled over and grabbed it and rushed away.

"Damn!!!" Said Ryan as he chased after Osano

OOC: Hey does York have more then one voice running around in his head like Shakur?

Sel was shocked by the utter ferocity of the man's attacks, but soon composed himself and put himself into a defensive rythm.

Great, I can hit him with a bottle, but not a sword...

He jumped and put his hands on the man's shoulders, propelling himself over him. He slashed at his back...

"Hmm, quite forward are we?" Alton thought to Arkyact, "So are you just going to kill him or... No the possibility's of that are to slim... Anyways the sooner Vek lays down for his final rest we should be ready. That is if the poision does work"

Anthanes smirked. "Oh yes, I'll die. Though not today. V'laash, sorenus jekhovan!" A bolt of magic shot from the Battlemage's finger towards Osano, with the intent of paralyzing him. "Fenris, finish the bugger off..."

Ryan Tried to Swipe at Osano but missed as he was taken up by Slogan and dropped near Anthares, who he Began to attack. Ryan rush over there and Did a Brutal down ward arc, His axes just outside Fenris'.

"Take that you Monster." shouted ryan in his rage.

OOC: Hey Shogun U Ignored me again!!

Slogon swooped down and picked Osano up unto her back. She then landed for Osano to dismount then took to the air in case she was needed again. "You missed." Osano ran wildly at Anthanes and swung downward at him with all his might.


OOC: its ok, neck but you should edit, also its shogun not shotgun, and i wasn't on slogon when you posted that...

The Frost Monarch sighted the dragon. Diiieeee Mortttaaaalll it rumbled through its forzen mouth, unleashing a storm of ice at the dragon. Fenris rushed at Osano, and swung in a brutual overheard arc.

York slowed down a bit and started focusing his attacks more, starting to come down off his rage.

Careful...you'll get yourself killed York.

He cast a piercing glare at the man and stared at him with a newfound hatred,

"Today when I take this city, I will burn it to the ground, my companions and I will destroy many more before the end of this...best retreat now...and take your friends with you." York said standing strait up out of his battle stance

He turned and walked away slowly, snapping his fingers. Twelve of the constructs moved in front of the man as York walked away.

"Don't try to follow me." York yelled

York looked at the city,

The city will be dust by morning.

Anthanes quickly took cover behind Fenris as Osano swung at him. He emerged from behind the nord's back and gave several thrusts to Osano's side.

Sel laughed, if York had known him for a longer period of time, he would have known that "don't follow me" was the equivalent of "please follow me".

Now he had something new to deal with - constructs.

He began methodically cutting down constructs as York walked away.

"And you called me a coward..." he said as he slashed the head off of a sphere centurion.

Osano ducked below Fenris' slash and dodged to the side of Anthanes thrusts and swung horizontally at the nords stomache. But he didn't stop there, Osano did not want to catch on fire again so he rolled behind Fenris and rained several heavy blows on Anthanes.

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Slogon dodged the ice blast swiftly and dove down to attach the frost [thingy].

Anthanes tried to dodge behind Fenris again- not fast enough, as Osano's blade bit deep under Anthanes' armor, giving him a severe wound in the sword arm. The battlemage jumped back, and a clever grin crept onto the battlemage's face as he remembered something. Making a hand motion, he shouted "GET BACK, FENRIS! FIRE IN THE HOLE!" as the Hlaalu grenadiers tossed down their remaining grenades at Osano and his troops, once again creating a severe explosion.

York walked over to another hill watching the battle. He laughed at the man examining the constructs and went back to watching the fight. The humans had way more troops than he had anticipated but the constructs were stronger and in greater numbers.

His happiness left him as the man cut one of the heads off his centurions.

Dang...this guy is persistant...

York turned his attention to him and watched him kill the centurions.

"Well don't just stand there...attack him already!" he yelled at one of the constructs

"The rest of you stay back."

Right then a small group of human soldiers had broken through the line and were killing the constructs near the warrior.

York readied himself in case he ordered them to attack.

Osano's blow glanced off Fenris's heavy armor and the Nord turned with and swung at Osano several time sin quick succession. He jumped back to avoid the explosion.
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The Frost Monarch threw another ball of ice. The archers, now unarmed, recalled back to Ald'ruhn.

With help arriving to deal with the constructs, Sel quickly disengaged himself from the battle and did just as York had told him not to - follow him.

He picked up Niran's sword and sheathed it. He crept around the hill York was on and slowly made his way up.

He stood behind him, one sword in hand. "Might I ask your name?" he asked in a mock-cordial tone.

Arcyakt

when the door didn't open, Arcyakt blasted it open with a lightning spell.

"Hello Vivec, pretender of the tribunal." he greeted.

"Arcyakt..." Vivec began. "Azura told me much of you..."

"So she told you that I could kill you with a thought?"

"Enough with idle threats." Vivec declared, rising out of his strange levitating position. "Let's finish this."

"Words I like to hear." Arcyakt said, pointing the tip of his staff at Vivec. "This will hurt a bit, but it doesn't take long." he promised. The soul of Vivec could enhance his staff quite a bit...

Arcyakt honestly didn't care if he killed Vivec or not - as long as he kept the false god from interfering with the battle.

As the smoke cleard Osano lied on the ground, motionless. His tattered(sp?) clothing on fire on some spots. His skin was charred and blackened....What is this? A dream?.... His voices echoed in his mind. Hey, cool, a dragon. Woah look at that Ice giant. Why is the sky red? Wait a minu-- He jerked to life coughing. Osano sat up in the small crater. He looked at his hands. they were burnt; but there was clean skin under them. He rubbed his arms revealing his grey skin.

He gasped and looked up, realizing what just happened. "Anthanes you bastarde! It looks like those despell effects wore off when your 'grenadiers' vanished," he said walking out of the crater. "Which means my power returned." He smiled.

OOC: sorry if thats kinda powerplaying but bob, you gave me no choice

The half-dunmer's eyes widened slightly. "Show's over. Thank-you and goodbye." With that, the battlemage laid a hand on Fenris' shoulder and intoned the words of the recall spell, teleporting them both to Ald'ruhn.

York stood drawing his blade,

"Bloody took you long enough." York laughed at him

He stood looking this man over carefully.

"Why would someone with such talent come here and fight for a town that is doomed to be destroyed?" York stared blankly looking more through him than at him now.

He gripped the shield tightly and answered his question,

"To answer your question I am York, former officer of the legion...what is your real name...'death'?" He mocked him

He stood on the hill awaiting his opponent to hit or answer. It didn't matter which of the two.

"I am Selenil - and this fight became my own when Arcyakt became involved." he said, answering vaguely.

He twirled his sword once, again waiting for York to make the first move...

"Hey wat about me!!!" Ryan yelled to the already gone Fenris and Anthanes "Ohh, (I wouyld type the S word here but it changes it to Compassion)!! I cant fight this guy alonE!!! But there isnt any thing else i can do!"

Ryan decided to go out in style...He gave a last,desperate attack against the god-like Osano.

OOC: Dont Kill Me but they left me behind...

ooc: lol

IC:
Osano felt like he had a new lease on life. He lazily brought his sword to block Ryan's attacks and kicked him in the stomache. "I like your style, join me in taking over the world?" he extended a hand to Ryan.

"With such skills Selenil I'd like to see you join our ranks...as one of the undead of course." York said lunging his blade forward toward him

Rage had returned to him,

"You are about the most annoying man I've fought since Fargoth." York said as he followed through with the swing

OOC: Sorry I couldn't resist

Ryan was Stunned...he had read stories of heros being turned to the Dark side but didn't think it would happen to him...but there was no other way.

"...I accept your offer...where do we strike next..." Ryan said quietly, hating himself to say it.

Sel easily dodged the blade while still in conversation. "I don't think my skills would be put to good use being stiff as a zombie..." Sel quipped. Maybe he could enrage York - that's when he seemed to make the most mistakes.

Nothing offensive; make the next few minutes all about dodging... he told himself.

"And who the hell is fargoth? Hmm...sounds bosmer. Cousin of yours?" Sel asked mockingly.

Osano laughed at Ryan, "I can tell you don't want to join me. I am a man of compassion and dignity. Join me willingly or head North and regroup with your friends in Ald'Ruhn." He lowered his voice, "Just don't attack me again until you can accept death."

York remained steady but he was getting tired and slowing down now.

"I think you would serve Arcyakt quite well actually." York said carefully probing trying to catch him off guard

"Selenil is it? Sounds like a girl's name to me...wait...it suits you nicely." York laughed

Oh yeah you think this is so fun eh? Wait till I put this sword in your gut...

York carefully guarded himself in case he tried to surprise him. York played offense and defense carefully trying to find a weak spot.

He jabbed,

"Perhaps you wouldn't do too well in our ranks, you fight like a dead guar as it is." York said trying to strike up some emotion

OOC:Ill Join the bad guys cuz they need more...

"No!! I will join you!! they just left me behind...probably just forgot me...Yes i Will Join you..." Ryan said.

He didn't know if this was a wise choice but he wanted to get back at those people who forgot him...like alot of people in his life...

"Oh, a girl joke." Sel said. "Get original - everyone and his brother pulls that one on an elf at least once."

He dodged another blow. "Dead guar, is it? You must be as fast as a rock then; you seem to have trouble keeping up..."

He even got so bold as to sheath his sword.