A Mystery Unleashed- Playground 35

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A Mystery Unleashed- Playground 34

Carry on.

Anthanes handed the now heavily magical spear to Anara, smiling a bit. "Here you go."

Jonacin sat back in his chair, listening to the sounds of the bar around him. He saw Imperials and Dunmer singing and drinking together, united in there desperation and determination.

Konrad began training again in the middle of the pub, his sword cracking against the supports and sending a shock of ice up them. He jumped and swung his sword around him, freezing a table.

Serene smiled at Jonacin, sipping her flin. What would come out of this she thought, would they survive?

She decided not to waist any time, she went to Jonacin and sat herself on his lap.

"I´ll stand by you whatever happens" she said. thinking of some spells that would protect them from being hurt in the battle to come.

She already knew the ordinary protective spells; against frost, fire, magicka diseases and so on. But she was trying to think of some that would be even more efficient.

She hugged Jonacin and put her head on his shoulder.......

OOC: i though arcy gave each one of you 4,000 constructs. where the hell are you getting ore and more from.

Megil looked down at the battle field below. there were too many constructs.

"RETREAT!!" he yelld, as the mage began to traverse across the upper bridgees, and the archers climbed down to the second tier. the barracks were being evacuated from the sewers in long boats,

once most of teh army was evacuated the bridge traps were set off. large explosionss came, and the first canton with the constructs was now an island. thebridges all destroyed, incuding the one going into the mainland. the constructs on the bridge persuing the defenders, were either destroyed or fell into the water below where they quickly sank to the bottom.

"A...war...mount. Dangit!" He said slamming his hand on the table. "Err, sorry. Here's you gold." He took out a bag of coins and dropped twenty on the table. He left the table and headed outside.

Rycarin dashed back and forth, dodging, striking and cutting off the contructs heads. He was drinking what mana potions he had, and it was few. He was exhausted, but continued to fight, even though the massive wave of constructs seemed to be endless.

Rycarin heard an explosion, and saw the bridges to one of the cantons crumble into the water, with constructs falling down as well, he smirked, and turned around, only to get a rather large arm right into his stomach. Rycarin flew several meters backwards, he tried to get up, but he couldn't. It felt like every bone in his body was broken, and all he could hear was the trampling of the constructs, heading towards Vivec.

"Nocturnal... help.. me..", he muttered inside his head. "Rycarin, you fool. You reckless fool. I told you this would be the last fight you would have.", Nocturnal said, clearly angered. "I need.. more.. power..", Rycarin said inside his head as a response. "Your body is broken, if I grant you more power, you will surely perish. But I can give you some of my mana, which will make you 10 times as strong as you are. But, you will not be able to handle it for long.", she said. "Do.. it.. I'll die anyway...", Rycarin said to her. "It has been nice knowing you, Rycarin Windwalker. I will not forget you, nor your family.", Nocturnal said, before giving some of her mana to Rycarin.

A massive pulse of pure mana, flowed around Rycarin, it shot up towards the sky, and lit up the clouds with a light blue color. Rycarin levitated above the ground, absorbing Nocturnal's mana. His end was near. But it was going to be grand, yes indeed. "Goodbye, everyone. I'm sorry. For everything.", Rycarin said, before he landed on the ground, with an aura of blue mana enveloping him. Rycarin smirked, and gathered mana into his blade, and dashed towards a large group of constructs, sending them all flying into the air. He turned around and destroyed some more constructs, while feeling his body getting heavier and heavier. He gathered all the mana he could muster into his blade. The blade itself began to dissolve, to be replaced by a blade made out of mana. He ran with what power he had left towards one of the larger groups of constructs, near one of the cantons. Rycarin leapt into the air, pointed his blade downwards at the constructs, and unleashed a large pulse, destroying most of them.

It was over for him. He took a last look at the sky, and smiled. He fell down on his knees, and lay down on the ground, in his own puddle of blood.

(OOC: Oh, darn. Seems as he died. Ah well. It was grand, so it doesn't matter. TEH 3ND3RS for Rycarin. Until next RP. Buh bye.)

"Thanks Anthanes," Anara said, and gave Anthanes a kiss on the cheek.


The Orc nabbed his gold and headed back to the Armigers.

"Er, you're welcome." The battlemage's skin became a bit darker indicating that he was blushing.

Sel looked around, wondering how people could just shrug off the fact that they were all likely to die.

Sel wasn't afraid of death itself, but was scared of dying without doing something first.

"Celia," he began, determined to say it before it was too late. "I...erm...ahh...nevermmind." he ended, his resolve washing away.

Why was this so hard?

OOC:

Heh, sucker. Fake gold really does help. Ryle walked out of the pub and headed towards the silt rider. Sure enough there was a blockade of soldiers guarding it. He closed his eyes and sat against the wall, now what would he do?

Anara grinned at Anthanes. "I didn't know Dunmer blushed like that," she commented.

Konrad sheathed his sword and went ove to where Sel and Celia were, leaning on the wall beside them. "Not interrupting am I? Sel...what do you think our chances are?" he asked.

Sel turned to Konrad, almost glad for the release of tension.

"Zero to none." he answered truthfully. "But that doesn't mean I won't fight like a demon to survive."

"Well, I'm half-cyrodiilic, maybe it's related to that... Wait, I'm blushing?"

Hrm, strange. Usually I'm a bit more eh.. steadfast. Maybe it's related to my change of heart - yes, that's got to be it.

"How pessimistic," Fenris commented. "You know, no one ever wins when they think they'll lose."



Anara nodded. "Maybe it is," she said.

"Anyway... Should we join back up with the others before they start getting ideas?" The half-dunmer grinned.

Konrad laughed at Fenris. "Maybe not, but have you taken a survey? I've thought I was going to lose in many fights, but I am standing here now." he grinned. He turned back to Sel. "We may be able to win....maybe we should get big vats of salt water and put them over the gates to pour onto constructs?" he suggested, laughing at the stupid idea.

"Of course," Anara said. "Lead the way."

Anthanes nodded as he climbed up the ladder, closing and hiding the trapdoor behind him and Anara. They left the mages' guild and went back to the Rat in the Pot.

Sel managed a smile at Konrad's joke.

"Yeah...that would be interesting."

Konrad looked at Celia. "Hey you usually come up with st...good ideas. Got any?" he asked.

Anthanes smirked at Konrad. Though the battlemage wondered why he wasn't the one to be consulted earlier.

(OOC: What did happen to that sword, anyway? Does someone has it? *does not remember* Forgive my bad memory. I will edit if the sword was destroyed or something.)

Celia shrugged. "Not much really, besides what everyone is thinking of : Ice magic..." She turned to Sel. "Wait a minute, whatever happened to that... sword that froze Niran? Who has it now? Or did someone throw it over-board when we sailed to Dagon Fel?" She put her hands on her chin. "Besides that, I cannot think of anything else... I wonder how Megil is doing in Vivec?"

"Jonacin has it." Sel answered about the sword.

Celia looked confused. "I thought it was too dangerous to... Maybe we can... Never mind." She sat down in a chair next to Serene. "I wonder if mister Kitty is less, er, drunk, right now?"

Anthanes offered the chair at the table where they'd been sitting to Anara, again only sitting down after she did.

"Glad it's Jonacin to be using that cursed sword..." , he remarked quietly.

"what were you going to say?" Sel pressed - sometimes horrible ideas turned out to be good ones in times like these...

Celia shrugged. "It is a stupid idea... I was thinking if we could get an experienced mage to figure out how to get rid of the curse or find a way to use it against those machine-things--" She stopped herself. "But that is just too dumb, so forget it..."

She leaned way over towards Fenris. "Is it safe to talk to mister Kitty now?"

"It is a good idea, but finding a mage other than Arcyakt that can take the curse away would be the problem."

Sel really wanted a drink right now, but didn't want to risk getting drunk this close to a fight.

"I aint drunk," V'anul remarked as he came upstairs. Which was a sort of lie, he had a good deal to drink, he just hada better consitution than the Armigers.



"If he can handle Lycanthropy, i'm sure he can handle a little liqour," Fenris said.

Jonacin found his gaze drawn to the sword at his side, the one they had taken from Ald Daedroth. He knew it was cursed, but he also knew it was going to have to be used if they were to have any hope of victory. He just hoped that because Dwemer Constructs weren't truly "alive", the curse wouldn't do anything

Konrad drew his sword again and coninued his trainng, leaping over tables and smashing glasses with his blade.

(OOC: Was distracted by relative, sorry.)

Celia winced as Konrad continued his training. Quite noisy, not to mention energy-draining. I hope he will have enough energy to fight... We need all of the fighters we can get.

She was distracted as V'anul came upstairs. "Hello, mister Kitty!" she greeted as she wrapped her arms around his large frame and buried her face in his furry chest.

"Hello Celia," V'anul said with a amused grin.

Anthanes rolled his eyes at Konrad. "Showoff."

The half-dunmer gave a nod to the imposing Khajiit, giving him an appraising stare.

Celia pulled her face from his chest, looking sad. "I didn't get a chance to meet the bug-peoples in Sadrith Mora again..." She suddenly grinned. "They and those golden-masked peoples always called me 'scum' in the past, which I think is funny."

She playfully pounded the large Khajiit's shoulder. "Soooo, mister Kitty, are you going to 'kick some boat', as the Nord say?"

Jonacin rose to his feet and walked out of the Inn, seeking some time to himself, and silence. He walked to the wall and stood on the battlements above the gate, looking out over the land around. Soon the area would be filled with constructs and soldiers, and the silence would be broken by the clash of weapons, the shouts of fighting soldiers, and the screams of the injured and dying.

Konrad sheathed his sword, then promptly fel to the ground and slept.

"Didn't I say so" , Anthanes sighed. "Be right back." In a fit of responsibility the battlemage took Konrad to a room in the inn where he put him on the bed. The battlemage then returned to the bar, muttering something about youths.

"Bug-peoples? That pretty much applies to all the Dunmer, well, all born and raised in Morrowind," V'anul said. "And yes, i am going to kick some boat."

Anthanes smirked at the mention of boats getting kicked. He sat down near Anara though avoided to look at her directly for some reason.

(OOC: Ok, I did take some libertys in the number of constructs but think about this.. How many cantons are there? 6, each with their own bridges and what not? Good god, its gonna cost me 10k contructs just to get INTO the first canton...)

"Hmm, clever bastarde..." Alton muttered as the bridge to the main land blow to hell, "Bring in the wooden beams! Lay them across then roll the sheets!"

Alton had imagined that the bridges would be blown and came up with a back up plan.

"Archers keep steady fire on the upper tiers!"

(OMG, this is gonna go on forever.. Hmm Idea..)

Arcyakt was tired of this game - he had thought to spare the city, but that apparently wasn't happening. He resurrected the constructs that that annoying Nocturnal helped kill and thought of what he was going to do next. Was it too drastic?

Stop. He said to Alton. He commanded all the constructs to return, and satisfied with that, he held out his hand towards the nearest canton, muttering an incantation. He closed his hand into a fist suddenly, and the canton was reduced to rubble and crumbled into the sea.

"Alton, tell them we want parlay." Arcyakt said. "If they attack, or refuse to surrender, tell them this city will be nothing more than a memory."

"I didn't want this, but they forced me."

OOC: are you guys choosing to ignore ryuku's move?

IC:

Megil watched in awe at the discharge of magicka from a neighboring canton. He then watched as the constructs retreated.

he could hear muffled cheering from the soldier's below, but that was quickly hushed by the site of a crumbling canton.

damn that mage

OOC: he died, nothing more to say. So...no we aren't ignoring it, but it's done.

'ooc:where are u all now? i just got back from my grandmas house!im just guessing from the word canton used in some lines...'

sasal walked towards vivec comming from ebonheart

"damn imperial officers.... making me someones lapdog.... arkyakt.... who the hell is that?" sasal sighed as he sat by a tree on the road.

sasal soon started to conjure things for fun... first a scamp, then a orgim, then a dremora lord, then a gold saint and summoned a daedric spear.

sasal then casted soul trap on each of his summonings and killed and sealed them in grand soul gems

sasal felt bored and aimlessly shuttled his spear at a crumbled canton nearby

"haha" he snickered "hope no one gets hit" and sasal watched his spear dissapear over the crumbled canon

Sel decided that Konrad had the right idea. He found a secluded corner and went to sleep.

He dreamt of Azura again. "Hello, Selenil." she greeted.

"Damn I hate my full name. call me Sel." He loved dreams - he could say whatever he wanted, even to a god.

"Alright Sel." she said. "This is for you." she said, holding out a smooth, white stone with a polished surface. "It will make your sword stronger and sharper to pierce through Arcyakt's defenses."

"Okay..." Sel said, taking the stone.

"I have things for your friends too." she said. "I will tell you exactly how they work...."

Sel woke up a feww mintes later. "If only those things were actually here." he said sourly, remembering where he was. He looked into his hand - there was the stone!

And just beside him lay all the other things.

"Whoa." Sel said, picking up the things and looked around, trying to remember which item went with which person.

Jonacin left the wall after a while. He slowly walked back towards the Rat in the Pot, hearing the sound from teh place long before he got there. He went inside and sat down beside Serene again, deep in thought and not really paying attention to what was going on around him