OOC:could you guys keep your discussion in the planning?

IC:York arrived at the entrance to Aryon's mushroom home and stepped inside. He could hear blades clashing outside as he moved further in. Only three guards stood near the entrance.

York would order the mages to set them ablaze had they not been in such close quarters so he had them pull their blades and engage them melee combat. It proved to be a mistake as the mages fell, only one of the mercenaries fell though.

He readied his blade and killed the men quite easily, Aryon had weak defenses here...he hadn't planned on anyone making it past the archers.

He approached the room Aryon was in, the noise stopped outside. The conflict was over. The defenses had stood against the smaller group he had sent earlier but could not stand against the full force.

Well they didn't last long...

York entered the room quietly behind him, slicing the mage's throat as he wrote something on the paper. He looked down at the mage and realised it was not Aryon he had killed, quickly he looked back toward the paper,

"Turn around..."

York turned just in time to duck the fireball coming towards his head, he ran towards the mage and stabbed at his head but he was thrown back into the wall of the room by his magic.

The mage held him against the wall laughing as the breath was forced out of York by the force.

York threw his blade at the mage, knowing he couldn't get close enough to stab him.

Aryon watched in horror as the blade connected with his face and he fell to the floor. York shuffled to his feet and left through the door, looking down on his army below.

Now to get down from here....

Anara pulled her Admantium spear out of it's sling on his back. "This," she explained.



"You can heal whoever gets injured. Make sure to carry some restore fatigue and magicka potions for yourself, so you can keep up casting," Fenris said. "And 'Mister Kitty' is with the Bouyant Armigers in the Rat in the Pot Tavern. Likely getting stone-drunk."

Rycarin observed the constructs from the top of one of Vivec's tall buildings. "Oh well, today is a good day to die, it seems.", Rycarin said and leapt off the edge, and landed on the ground beneath. He used Wind Walk, and dashed towards the constructs. His blade was drawn, and he readied himself for what could be his last fight.

OOC: Sorry about the minor inactiveness. I just put Rycarin in Vivec, for the heck of it.

Anthanes took the spear and nodded. "Hrm, yes... Very suitable for enchantments. I'll give it the dispelling enchantment in a bit, and maybe additional damage too..."

"So. What do you have for me today?" Ryle asked as he stroded into the pub a seat at one of the tables. A man with dark shallow eyes and wispy hair sat at the other end.

"Ah, you do know that I don't give information for free." He held out his hand. "100."

Was he insane? "20." Ryle bargained.

"50."

"30."

"45."

Was better than nothing...He sighed and reached into his cloak and took 45 pieces. "Here," He shoved them into his hand, "Now, tell me where it is." He said impatiently.

"Ha. Balmora, the Council Club. In the room behind the bar table. You should know it when you see it."

Balmora...

"Oh yea, don't expect the Silt Rider to take you there. Better expect a long walk my friend." The man said getting and walking away, lauging.

What!? No silt rider? Last time he checked they where on route to Balmora. Did they change schedule or somthing? He would find out when he got there...it wasn't too long of a walk.

(Balmora's 'Destroyed' right?)

(OOC: Darn! Forgot where are we right now... Are we in under Skar? Or are we in Fighters or Mages Guild?)

Celia pulled onto Sel's arm, dragging him. "Come on, Sel! You know this place, right? So, show me where I can get some potions-stuff, and perhaps where is this 'Rat in the Pot' place is."

Konrad drew his dagger and was about to start training when he was reminded about what he was supposed to do. He walked up to Celia, ducking down and sheathing the dagger. He tapped her on the back.

"Uh....sorry." he mumbled. "I don't know what came over me." he told her.

Chilperich Arnulfson ordered another flin in the rat and the pot. He was very sad today since he lost a lot of money because of some games today.
He looked left and saw two persons - a man and a woman - were sitting at the neighbouring table. Very unlikeable, he thought.
He got the flin, but he was so unfocused that he didn't hold it firmly.
The flin got out of his hand an fall on the table.
The hole capacity splashed over these two persons.
They jerked up and looked at him inflamed with rage. After 2 seconds, one drew his weapon and Chilp (how his friends call him) went white.
"Oh, for Vivec's sake, please forgive me, it was my fault! I am so sorry!" Chilp said aghast.
The man looked at him scowling, but he got rid off his weapon.
"Thank you, Sir", Chilperich said thankfully. "If I have done something to you..."
"Doesn't matter", one said.
"I don't even know you, I'm new in Ald'ruhn" Chilp said. "I am Chilperich Arnulfson from Sykrim. Sorry a lot again, that's really embarrassing..."
"Yeah", one said.
"Well, I don't know you...who are you? Are you from here?" Chilperich asked firmly.

He stopped at a nearby store to "buy" a few things for his trip. As he was browsing through the shelves the shop keeper kept a eye on him, obviously not trusting him.

"Where are the fatigue potions?" He asked her as he continued looking through the store.

"We don't have them!" She growled, her hand reached under the desk and Ryle saw a glint of steel.

He was out of that store as quick as could come.

[ooc: Chilp... Please refrain from RPing other people's characters.]

He took a potion out of his hand and grinned. She didn't see him take it. He continued on his way down the street, it was time to head to Balmora. He would probably take the Silt Rider and get as close as he could before going out on foot.

"Psst, hey you."

Huh? He turned the towards where the voice came from, the alley, and saw a figure emerging from the darkness.

"Heh. Good I found you. The 'boss' wants to meet you. He heard of a little deal you made with old Joel and what's to give you a warning."

Ryle's eyes focused on him. "A...warning? What's the catch."

"No catch. Rat in the Pot. Five minutes. Better hurry." The figure walked back into the alley leaving Ryle confused and slightly disturbed. Who the heck was that?

He looked over towards the Rat. He quickly began stroding over to the pub.

Anthanes dropped his gaze on Ryle for a moment as he entered and then turned his attention back to Anara.

Ryle sat down at one of the tables and put his hands behind his head waiting Mr. Mystery to show up.

Otik reached Ald' rhun and desided to get all of hi armor and weapons repaired. Alfter that, becuse nothing was happenin, he found the barkeep and told him to tell his group that he went on to see how Megil was doing.

Moments later Otik appeared in the Vivec mages Guild, only to find it abandonded(?) and went outside. As he pushed his way through crowds He finnaly found a guard and asked for MEgil, After getting the location Otik was off. After trying to push through the crowds Otik strated to levitate threw the middle of the cantons and Found megil, "Hey, So how ya doing? Need some help?"

Serene looked around, she needed something to drink..now! Ahh The Rat in the Pot..there she would likely meet some of her aquaintances here in Ald`ruhn...and the others who arrive here prior to her would perhaps also be there

"Jonacin, will you go with me? " she asked, smiling at her beloved one...

Shakur walked into the Rat in the Pot, and ordered a vintage brandy and ten flins, paying in gold pieces instead of the usual dwemer coins he uses. He drank half of the brandy slowly and put the flin inside of his pack for he had a not so traditional way to use them when the constructs came. Shakur gathered some of the Legion soldiers in the Rat in the pot and walked them out.

"You're all pretty new to the Legion right?" Shakur said to the fivve soldiers. "Sir, the men that stand before you excluding me are one two three months new. By the way I am Xavier Cosucades, ranking official of this group" answered Xazier, who was quickly answered by Shakur with "I am Shakur Ir Shin, Shehai battlemage. Why I have brought you out is to ask you something. When the evil comes, there may be a powerful mage with them. When the time comes and I give the signal, I want you all to find me and throw these bottles of flin at him with as much accuracy as you can. Understood?". The troops looked at Shakur as if he was covered in horns. Shakur threw the bottle of vintage brandy that was half full straight up and when it met the peak of the throw, he cast a fire spell, destroyng it in a large ball of flame. "That is why I want you to take the flin" Shakur said as he passed the soldiers the two bottles of flin each.

A explosion...

Ryle looked back and spotted four...no five imperial guards. He better get here soon, Ryle thought, slightly agitated.

As he was about to leave a man wearing normal peasent clothes walked into the bar. He was about to dismiss it just as the man sat down at the table.

"This is reserved." Ryle said, preparing to get up.

He ignored him. "Ryle Casan, I presume."

"...yeah." He said slowly, sitting back down. "I'm assume your Mr. Mystery."

He laughed. "Yes, I'm glad to see Garret could get a message through. A drink?" He asked.

"Flin." Ryle Answered. "But anyways, what's that warning that you want to tell me?"


"Heh. Oh yes that. I presume old Joel gave you a little hint am I correct?"

Ryle nodded.

"Well let's just say that the thing that your looking for is not as...precious as you think."

"Uhh...what?" What was the deal with the riddles?

"Heh, you'll find out when you get there. Anyways, that's not all I wanted to tell you." The man stopped and ordered two glasses of flin from a waiter.

"Anyways, right now your wanted two towns. Vivec...and Ald'Ruhn believe it or not. Your face is up in wanted posters in Vivec and soon to be with Ald'Ruhn also."

He was flabberghasted (SP?). "What!? I didn't steal that much." He said.

"Oh I bet you did. Viven, Two books, a dagger, and a diamond. A pawn store owner was later found holding those items. He gave down all information about. You know it was pretty stupid selling items stolen in Vivec to a merchanct in Viven."

"Well...uhh, just tell me why I'm wanted here too."

"Ah yes, I believe you stole little levitation potion from the shop owner."

"Levitation?" He reached into his pocket and took out the small glass bottle. Sure enough it was a levitation potion, said so right on the bottle.

"I thought it was fatigue potion!" Their drinks arrived and the man began drinking. "Oh yes, and that's not all..." The man said.

Celia blinked. She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "Well," she said uncertainly, "I guess I could forgive you now, but I still do not trust you after what you've done..." She bit her lip. "People do not try to kill others without a reason, and I still do not understand your reason, so I will not entirely forgive you, sorry."

She abruptly tugged onto Sel's arm again. "Now, move it, silly Dunmer!"

Konrad could tell Celia hardly believed his apology, but he was expecting that. He walked straight past them and into the Rat in the Pot, looking with a shock at all the commotion. He laughed slightly then sat behind Anthanes on a small wall.

Anthanes gave a nod to Shakur and Konrad when they entered and smirked at Ryle, having overheard bits of his exchange with 'Mr. Mystery'. "You'll have far more to worry about in a bit, criminal."

After York climbed down from the tower, he remembered the ruby in his pocket.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I can't believe I'm such a....

He pulled the ruby from his pocket and held it tightly, annoyed with himself for climbing slowly down the vines rather than teleporting.

York sat down looking at the constructs staring at him,

"LEAVE! Get outside!" he yelled at the constructs

He gripped the ruby and teleported back to Arcyakt's castle, he sent him a message,

"Arcyakt, where the hell are you guys...do you need help?" York asked him

OOC:Poor Neck...can't do anything...

Did he mean what he thout he ment? "Keep your mouth shut." He said turning to the man who adressed him.

(Some typos)

Konrad laughed at the criminal, seemingly finding the statement funny.

Anthanes smirked. "Says who?"

He sighed slowly. "Just...just don't say a thing." He turned back towards the man.

"I heard." He quickly handed Ryle a letter. "You will find me if you follow these directions." He said before getting up and heading towards the door.

"I'd be more worried about the armies headed this way than about staying out of the law's reach." With that the battlemage turned his attention back to his 'date' of sorts.

Armies...What did he mean. He turned back to the man. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Oh, hordes of..." Anthanes counted on his fingers "Dwemer constructs, undead, and evil men are coming to this town lead by a mage of quite a bit of power. Haven't you noticed the busy preparations? In fact it's why we" The half-dunmer gestured at Anara, Shakur, and Konrad "are here aswell."

He sat back down on his chair and faced it towards them. Armies, maybe that's why Joel said to be careful at Balmora.

"Did they reach Balmora already?" He asked.

Konrad got up from the floor he had laughed himself onto, and bowed his head. "We tried to hold them off."

He swore and closed his eyes. "Council Club? Is that still up?"

"I don't know. Most likely everything's leveled. Why?"

"Ahh...certain reasons." He got up but quickly sat back down. "And can I ask what you guy's are doing here if this cities about to be wiped by a mass army."

Konrad drew his sword, shards of ice circling it. "To stop that happening."

"We're here to prevent that from happening." , Anthanes said. "Which is more than can be said of you." Anthanes smiled as he said it at the same time as Konrad.

Sel took Celia's advice and led her to the Rat in the Pot. He pointed to the person behind the desk.

"He should have some potions and ingredients." he said. He pulled a few septims out of his pocket. "I only have eleven gold pieces here..."

Anthanes gave a nod to Sel and Celia as they entered the tavern.

When Serene and Jonacin entered The Rat in the Pot they immediately noticed Sel, Celia, Konrad and Anthanes already sitting there.

" Greetings " said Serene happily nice to see you all here already, it´s always chaotic after ab teleportation"

"I´d like something to drink, " she said to the barkeep....Flin will do, thank you. She wasn´t sure Jonacin liked Flin so she asked for some cool Comberry-juice for him...just in case..

Edit: Serene also noticed Konrad

"Yes, that should occupy the Sylphs for a while.." Alton went back to dismembering the dearest soldier. An arm here, an eye there, so much death, so little ground.

Several rows of the defenders were already overwelmed and were in the process of being chopped to peices by the mettalic arms of the constructs.

"Ignore the soldiers! To me!" Alton called as he vaulted (SP) over several soldiers at his flank. He parried occasionally but mainly charged through the ranks to make it to the hallway of the second teir of the first canton.

The dwemer creations, now entotaling nearly 10,000 stormed through the defending lines, ingnoring them and trampling them as they went.

Alton was close to entering the first canton....

OOC: No, really. Do I have an invisibility spell on me?!

Edit(minque) See my editd post, Sorry!!

IC: Konrad sheathed his sword, and loked over at Sel and Celia. He then followed them up to the bar and ordered a Flin, drinking it quickly.

Osano awoke with a start--still in Caldera (im still in caldera right?). He gathered his armies on the road and and called his Dragon to him, preparing to march. He looked around for Ryan. Huh must've left. I'll see him from the air.

OOC: im gone for two days and i miss like a whole friggin thread?! sorry neck...
and i skipped like most of it... osano is still in caldera right?

Anara nodded. "Maybe the 'additional damage' should be of the silence variety. That way the victim not only loses any helpful spells cast on him, but can't cast again," she suggested.

Meanwhile, V'anul and the Armigers had gotten louder downstairs. Of course, alot of what was said was slurred.

Osano mounted Slogon and took the sky. He noticed that there no longer was a frozen mass of Constructs where that Frost Monarch had struck them. They had either thawed or Arcyakt repaired them. His Army was at full force once again and he began marching them towards Ald'Ruhn. Osano scanned the ground for any signs of Ryan. He flew down low to search for him with no luck.

After returning to his Army to his surprise, a great number of them had been decimated and some craters in the road had mysteriously appeared. Osano jumped off Slogon and ran to inspect the damage, skidding to a halt at the side of the road. "Damnit! They trapped the road!" he yelled. He ordered all of the remaining constructs off the road which would slow down their pace.

Anthanes nodded to Serene and Jonacin as they entered and looked at Anara, smiling lightly.

"That can be arranged. I was also considering adding frost damage - the constructs seem somewhat susceptible (sp?) to it. It'll take one of my stronger soulgems though..."

Konrad cocked his head at Anthanes words. "A strong one? I used a pretty weak one to be honest with you."

"What I'm talking of is a combination of three rather potent enchantments. That'll take a stronger 'gem."

More or less.

Konrad nodded. "I don't understand it too much myself. So you don't have to use 3 gems then? How surprising. Uh...one minute.." he told them. He got up off his chair and looked at Anara for a few moments. "I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Konrad. This guy here once offered to teach me some magic." he said, patting Anthanes' arm.

"Offer still stands assuming you'll not use it during your homicidal fits." , Anthanes replied with a smirk.

(OOC: Slow internet connection, my bad)

Celia though for a bit. "Well, I only have a little bit of septims left, so we could combine the money, and try to haggle for the cheapest price..." She took the money, and talked to the person, attempting to haggle.

Suddenly, she thought of something. She dug into her cloth sack, took out her pieces of expensive cloth, and exchanged them (with a bit of argument) for more potions.

As she put the potions into her sack, she heard the booming voice of V'anul as well as other voices. "Ooh, I hear mister Kitty!"

Serene sat sipping her Flin and watched Celia´s business at the counter. She smiled, as always Celia´s charm got her what she wanted, Serene wished she would be as sweet as the young altmer.

Anyway it was a good thing Celia tried to get some supplies for potions...that could come in handy..really!

She then heard a ramble at the door ..and in came the biggest khajiiti she ever seen....She was stunned......

"oh by Azura...she whispered "