"Damn sure am," Fenris replied with a grin.

Otik shrugged, "Oh well, hey Konrad, who is he?"

Konrad laughed, watching Falx run off.
"He is Falx. He fell of a mountain earlier. We buried him and everything."
He told Otik, smiling.

He looked back, noticing what must be Arcyatk. He motioned for Otik.

"Look, over there. That's Arcyatk." he drew his sword and ran in the direction of the mage.

Otik raised an eye brow and shot an arrow at the mage, hoping it will o something.

Shakur watched as Konrad ran towards Arcyackt. He started walking, chin high, chest puffed and shoulders rolled back. He summoned no sword, he drew no arrow and he conjured no spell. He just, walked towards Arcyackt.

Serene stopped healing and treating injured inside Under Skar....she felt an immense magicka approaching...and suspected it would be Arcyakt......

She went out and levitated......slowly she hovered over the city in order to see if she could be of any help.......she then felt the presence of Azura....not so strong but the goddess was not far away..

Running across the barren landscape, Falx came within 30 yards of Arcaykt, unsheathed a sword at his side and chucked it at the Mage. Not hoping to actually hit him.

"Arcaykt, I think I found your last Generals sword. I honestly thought he wouldn't die that fast." Falx grinned as he took up a offensive stance, "Nothing personal of course."

Osano pushed Ryan away, "I am not your sir anymore. If you wish to join Arcyakt, speak to him. If you wish to die then fight for Ald'Ruhn." He began walking towards the Skar to help out anyway he could when he heard Arcyakt's voice. He turned and began running towards Arcyakt and stopped behind the others.

Shakur kept walking in a non threatening manner. He watched as the others ran and as Falx threw his sword. Shakur smiled as he walked towards Arcyackt, and spoke "Arcyackt! How are you on this horific day? Come to appologize for your balsphamous remarkes and your murders, or would you like to have a nice conversation?" Shakur became angry, but continued without attacking "Or have you come to bury the men you have killed? Or possibly here to drink the blood of a few women and children. You seem like the kind of horrible monster who would do such a thing! Now choke as you speak! You are a on a Ajcea from here on! You are nothing but a Joji! In your terms, the S'wit, N'wah, Fetcher, Balkhan, son of a Mluomo!". Shakur was mixing languages to create insults, and Shakur was not a man of insults.But there was no decent way to show his views towards Arcyackt.

Mage

Arcyakt looked at the sword that was thrown at his feet, he looked at everyone that was staring at him and insulting him. He didn't care about what they thought of him in the least. He did care that he was killing innocents, but the end of his task would justify the means.

"No, I have not come to apologize for my "blasphemous remarks", because I believe in them. I do, however, apologize for the deaths that I have caused. I now ask for your surrender so that they do not continue. For if you do not surrender, you bring the death upon yourselves, and I am no longer accountable."

"To live, you must already except the fact that you are dead. Arcyakt, perhaps you are the one who needs to re-think their position."

Falx's fingers danced across the engraved hilt of the sword.

Osano stepped forward and hoped no one who recognized him would kill him, "Arcyakt, your ways are backwards I think. You plan to kill the gods and the people who believe in them but by doing that, would you not become a god yourself? Look, to my knowledge you are invincible, you have practically taken over Vvanderfell, and you have fooled people into following your cause. You are a god in my eyes...I will not fight you, but I no longer serve under you, Arcyakt."

Falx sneered at the comment and flipped his Imperial broad sword around in his hand, "Whenever your ready God."

Mage

Arcyakt eyed Falx incredulously. "Don't be stupid." he said. "I do not need to rethink my position. I am the one with a renewale army of constructs, and you are the one with a dwindling army of kwama egg farmers and merchants."

He looked to Osano. "You never believed in my ideals anyway. It's better that you don't follow me." He ignored Osano's remark about him being a god; how ridiculous.

Sel

Sel desperately searched Under Skar for Celia. He knew that Arcyakt was outside, but that was now the furthest thing from his mind. He had to know whether or not Celia had survived.

He pushed through the large crowd of people, yelling for Celia, but his voice was drowned out by the general murmur of the people and screams of the dying.

Serene "heard" Sel`s cry for Celia.....but could not leave her spot in te air just above Arcyakt.....also she couldn´t make herself heard to Sel.....unless!!!

"Ah what the heck" she thought and concentrated on trying to send a message into Sel´s head:

"I saw her Under Skar, working very hard healing the wounded, as far as I know she´s there, but you must come out and help otherwise there will be noone left"


Hopefully Sel would be satisfied with that...now she was not absolutely sure Celia was still there but....

seeing the crowds gathering around arcy, megil brought himself to a halt and walked up to the group.

"Are you ready to die, murderer," megil said angrily, "you destroyed a city, for no other reason than your own selfish amibtions. and you call the daedra selfish, you really are f^(@& up you know."

Shakur still did not summon his Shehai, though it was hard to not do so. He simply stood there, hoping Arcyackt would stop brathing. "You talk as if you can just apologize the murder of innocents away. In some societies, you would be boiling in a pot right now. But since it seems that you have destroyed most society, you'll die from various wepons. Now apologize to every god, including the Tobr'a gods".

Arcyakt smiled as he began "repenting" to the gods.

"Oh Azura." he began in overly-exaggerated tones. "Please forgive me. Oh how I have wronged you by escaping from a thousand-year imprisonment and for wanting everything put right."

His act over, he looked at Shakur. "Keep stupid orders and comments to yourself, that's all I ask."

"And all I asked was for you to apologize to a few gods. A repent here, a plea there, you know, the usual. I'll be back in a second and talk to the tiny, tiny army and the what is it? Ah yes, four citizens we have and see if they want to surrender, after defeating all of your generals and constructs, surrender to you" Shakur was done joking with Arcyakt, for this was not comedy night at the Winged Guar. He walked back to the city, and yelled "Everyone put down your wepons! Some feeble old wizard is coming! Run for the hills!" the soldiers laughed, and then continued to listen. "Men, there's a wizard out there that can hand a lot of people a plateful of boat kicking, so you guys run for the hills" as Shakur talked, he made the signals for stay low and higher ranking officers are now in order.

Mage

Arcyakt snorted at Shakur's antics.

"My generals acted without my consent, and my army," He said, with a wave of his hand.(spellcasting) "Is now larger than yours again." he continued as the constructs arose.

He looked at the soldiers that were laughing and looked back to Shakur.

What morons. they laugh out of ignorance, as if they know me. He shook his head at the irony and at the fact that nobody bothered telling them about him.

Shakur watched as constructs started raising. "They didn't get enough the first time boys! battle front positions like we practiced! halbidiers out front! Swordsmen use any bows you found! Archers start fireing! Granadiers plant the mines you found! Surround our positions! Go go go!" the grenadiers made a large circle of mines, including the duds that needed a chain reaction to go off. Shakur started throwing fire balls, yelling yoku words as he did. Shakur got an idea. "Men! give me all the alchohol you have! I have a good trap!" soldiers started sliding flin and other drinks towards Shakur, who packed them in a few of his soldiers bags.

"outnumbered? not for long," megil let out a shrill whistle, nothing seemed to happen.

then after a few minutes, survivors from vivec, and an army of sylphs began to make themselves visible. They had traveled ever since vivec was destroyed.He looked at arcyakt,

"they are very angry about losing their homes, they have traveled up here willing to die to bring you down."

the survivors let out battlecries and angry curses, shaking whatever weapons they could find above their heads. the sylphs simply glared at the construct army or at arcyakt, holding on to their spears.

"Despite what you may think, you are still outnumbered." He gave his own shrill whistle, not out of any real reason for it, but to mock Megil. As he did so, another army of undead showed themselves; they were the people killed by the daedra in Cyrodiil so many weeks ago.

"As long as they are willing." Arcyakt said with a shrug, implying that they would die.

Fenris appeared before Arcyakt, the Ash flying up from the impact of his landing. "Enough Talk," he said. "We end this now." He drew his sword, the Stalhrim blade was caked with blood, and oil.

Hmm, that man was the commander at Vivic. Good that I used the cloak to conceal my identity..

"I will admit Arcyakt, you have guts. Or whatever. But learn to fight your own battles."

Falx stepped foward, sword ready, "Shall we dance?"

Shakur had collected many, many bottles of various alchohols, and quickly darted for the destroyed gate. he poured the contents of 42 of the 70 bottles between the two destroyed walls. "БОЛЬШОЙ ПЛАМЯ ШАР" he yelled as a large fire ball emerged from the palm of his hand. The liquids exploded, setting a large fire. Shakur got another good idea, and started throwing bottles at the destroyed sides that used to connect to the gate which increased the size of the fire. His army slowly made their way towards Shakur. "Shakur! we have the alchohol you couldn't carry, should we add it to the fire?" a voice said, obviously one of the senior officers. "Yes! Quickly throw the alchohol at the fire, make it wider and higher!" the troops threw their alchohols into the fire and the space around it.

Anthanes smirked at Arcyakt.

"You didn't consider your own feebleness, mageling. V'laash fothanu motharra, fondiguman!"

Pouring his willpower into the magic blast, a large bolt of lightning fired from Anthanes towards Arcyakt.

Serene was not really alert so she did not see the huge fireball exploding beneath her until it was too late. The fire blasted up in the air and her robe caught fire.

Like a torch she fell to the ground screaming with pain........after she hit the ground she frantically rolled back and forth to try to extinguish the fire....

Then she lay absolutely still..no sound just the un pleasant smell from burnt flesh and a faint smoke emerging from her burnt clothes.



OOC: No..she is not really dead....yet, just terribly burnt, so if someone would try to help her?

OOC: What just happened to Serene? is it from Shakur's fire??

OOC: Yes it´s from his fire when he threw all that alcohol and the fire boosted up!! But she is not dead just rather badly burnt........

Serene was lying faintly whining from the pain fron her severe burns.......

"Jonacin! Sel! anyone help me please......ahh it hurts so badly" Her voice was barely heard so she passed out ...again

Jonacin was hacking through more constructs, but he heard a shriek and saw Serene falling, her robes in flames. He turned to a nearby soldier. "Give me a healing potion, NOW!". He grabbed the potion and ran towards Serene, cutting down any foes that got in his way. When he reached her side, he fell to his knees in a crash of armour. "Serene, Serene! I'm here, you're going to be ok". He put his arm under her neck and lifted her slightly, uncorking the potion with his teeth before pouring it slowly into her mouth>

Konrad changed his path from charging at Arcyakt and ran to Serne, crouching down next to her. "Damn mages...." he said quietly, referring to Shakur. "Why were you flying up there anyway?" he asked, curious. He got a small healing potion out of his pack, half empty, and gave it to Jonacin. "It won't help much, but...."

Jonacin took the potion from Konrad. "Thanks" he said, before pouring the new potion into Serene's mouth too. They were taking effect, the burns were healing

OOC: Yayyy...my heroes!!!

Serene came slowly to her senses....as the healing potions made their job......with a blurry sight she saw Jonacin bent over her and that made her very happy, she smiled, the pain was diminishing all the time as he poured the healing-potions into her mouth..she nearly choked and had to sit up coughing. When doing that she also spotted Konrad sitting next to Jonacin...with a healing potion in his hand ready to give to Jonacin.....

That made her even more happy, both of them caring for her..

"Jonacin, my love" she said, her voice harsh from burningwounds..."Konrad.".... Then she folded her arms around Jonacin´s neck, dragged(?) his head down to her and kissed him very deeply......at the same time stretching out and grabbing Konrad´s right hand and squeezed it hard....

After a while, Jonacin gently disengaged Serene's arms from around his neck. He helped her to her feet. "We have to go hepl the others now, Arcyatk could attack them at any moment. Will you be all right?"

"Yes I will" she said to Jonacin, "I´ll be just fine, don´t worry about me, I´ll follow you from behind, and i think Konrad will too, we´ll be a backup,

"I do think I can cast a spell or two" she smiled....

Jonacin nodded, and began cutting a path through the constructs back to the group by the gates, leaving a swathe of ice statutes behind him. When they reached the gate, he stopped by Shakur. "How goes it Shakur?" he asked

Serene told Konrad why she had been flying above them...merely to get a better view of where there were wounded that needed help in any way, but she admitted it was perhaps sa stupid thing to do...and poor Shakur did not know she was up there so he couldn´t really be blamed for her burning.

Then again she was a bit cold, her clothes were nearly all burnt to ashes and she had lost her backpack....

She asked if Konrad maybe had sonmething to lend her until she got her backpack back.....

She wanted to follow Jonacin.......and she wouldn´t wait more than necessary....

Shakur turned to Jona, his wolf eyes brown and sheding tears. "It goes-" Shakur didn't finish his sentence, and instead felt a large jerk in right shoulder. He span to the ground, hitting hard.

"She's ok, and she understands, you're just trying to protect the citizens and innocents" Curse said, and Hircine quickly replied with "She was Kin!". "She wasn't blood, though I understand what you mean" Curse replied. "She was not blood kin and you may understand some but, well , think of it this way, how long have you known Shakur as a friend?" Reinus said, to whuch Curse replied "I understand fully now. I suggest Shakur appologize".

Shakur got up, and stopped crying. His eyes went back to their regular yellow and he finally replied fully to Jona. "It goes great now that you have cured Serene. I was terror struck. Please forgive my actions".

"It's ok Shakur, I know you weren't trying to harm her. So what's our plan of action now?"

"I was thinking of moving in a few huge cirular formations. Halbidiers and spear men out front, swordsmen behind, archers behind them and then grenadiers. we'll have two of these "kill circles". That way, we can move through the large groups of constructs and zombies without many casualties. We'll move towards Skarr and stay int that position so we can protect the civilians. You like?" Shakur had planned this formation many hours before.

"I like, but put the swordsmen in front of the halberdiers and spearmen, that way they can reach the constructs with their swords and block attacks with their shields, and the halberdiers and spearmen can attack from between them or over their shoulrder. That way twice as many men can attack at once, and there's the added protection of the shields"

"I see what you mean, I guess I was thinking about defending the archers and grenadiers. But yes, sounds great" Shakur looked to his men, who had become formated perfectly while Shakur and Jona spoke. "You men are getting so many raises I'll be answering to you guys as sir. Good job men! Slow pace and follow me!".

Ryan was very confused. wasn't Osano just screaming bloody murder at them and now he was just walking up behind them and talking...

He then noticed a woman who was severly burnt. She seemed to be alriggt and most of the burns were healing, but most of her clothes were now ash. Ryan went over there and handed her his cloak so she could have some decency in pain.

"Maim, do you need some healing?" Ryan asked.

Angry, Megil said nothing, but simply flung himself at the mage.

Mage

Arcyakt knocked Megil back with a quick bolt of lighting before teleporting much farther back, to a point where he could control his army.

Sel

Sel ignored Serene's call and assurances; he had to know for himself whether or not Celia was alive, and Arcyakt could damn well wait.

Shakur and his two armies moved forward, hacking through zombies and constructs alike. The two circles of soldiers shot arrows and stabbed away, until they had gotten to Under Skarr. "Hold this position men! reload and take a quick breath, but don't let down your guard!" Shakur yelled. Undead minions seemed to be coming closer and closer. Shakur had a sudden vision, a bag inside of the Rat in the Pot. Shakur heard Hircines voice aove the murmers of his soldiers "You forgot your gift, Red One". "Whos the fastest runner here?" Shakur yelled, and was replied with "Wayden Daurkil". "Wayden, go to the Rat i the pot, and look for a bag. It will be on a table that has seven seats around it. Get me that bag and for Mara's sake don't die". Wayden quickly started running, keeping to alley ways and climbing onto roof tops.

OOC: I'm going off for a while. Try not to attack Under Skarr or my army.

Anthanes muttered agitated. 'Son of a guar...'

The battlemage ran to his room in the Mages' guild, drank all the fortify and restore magicka potions he could find, and ran back to the battlefield, smirking.

The Vivec survivors stormed ou from behind rocks, trees, over hills, and into ald'rhun hacking at the undead and constructs alike. the sylphs split up into two groups, one joining the attack the others, joining the band of men by Under Skarr.

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Megil cursed as he landed on his back, several feet from were arcy once was. had it not been for his armor, he would have been badly burned by the energy. he stood up and his bnody ached all over, his muscles burning.

You know, when you are angry, you do stupid compassion/the voice said with a laugh

"oh will you just shut up," Megil said angrily. (i.e. the other's can hear megil talking, he's not thinking these replies )

now now, just cool your jets flingboy. I was just commenting that maybe you should interact from a distance, Don't know why an archer like you is trying to start a fist fight

"Your point?"

How bout we got back to town, get your bow from your little friend at the mage's guild, and then I know just the place to get you a wonderful quiver of arrows.

"Oh yah, let me guess it requires em to steal it doesn't it,"

Nop not at all, this special quiver is legitimatelly yours

"Alright, fine, might as well" Megil said rubbing his sore arms.

He turned to Ald' Rhun and began to walk to the Mage's Guild, where a his halfsister was waiting ever since they had arrived together from vivec.

Osano stayed to the side of the main battle. A few undead that had shown interest in him were easily dispatched with an Iron Longsword he picked up from a dead soldier; but he needed his sword. So Osano climbed on top of a building to see exactly where his claymore was. It lied on the other side of the battlefield but Osano was still to weak from the loss of blood to try to get it. He spotted Ryan and yelled to him, "Ryan, could you get me my Claymore?!" while pointing to where it sat.