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Flogir
Flogir muttered a curse and looked in the direction of Flint's attack, but nothing caught his eyes.
"Do you know what it is?" he asked as he scanned the surroundings for more enemies. It now seemed that they were caught between a rock and a hard place, not the most ideal situation for them.
Flint Ironwood.
Flint held his blades ready but did not continue his attack, yet.
,,Humanoid, really fast and practically invisible to the bare eye. A detection spell helps, do you know one?"
Green-Root, in the cave.
The Argonian looked up at the ceiling. He sniffed up the air and made his decision. Gripping the wall with his claws, he climbed up till he clung to the ceiling. It was hard to support his weight, but he managed. From there, he moved towards the gap in the ceiling. When he freed one hand to grab his spear, he nearly fell. Still, he managed to hold on long enough to smack his spear's shaft against the feet of someone who was standing near the edge.
Flint, falling.
Flint raised his sword for another blast when something hit his feet and made him loose his footing. To his own annoyance, he fell backwards through the hole leading towards the cave. The Breton hit the floor hard and as he rolled out of the campfire, his right arm burned with an intense pain.
,,Great, broken."
He rose himself back up onto his feet and gripped his remaining katana as firm as he could. The other, the Storm, was lying in the campfire. He didn't worry about it as the fire's temperature was too low to harm the weapon. On the other hand, he would have appreciated its use.
Beyond him, there was only one other person in the room. An emerald-scaled Argonian who was pointing a Silver spear in his direction.
,,You've interrupted my meal, softskin." He hissed.
(Ok, so what's Flogir going to do? Will he help Sodsa and Dalrus against the invisible enemy who might pull off his duplication trick at any moment? Or will he jump after Flint?)
Sodsa Hekal -> Pinned at Hero Hill
Sodsa saw Flint's blast "Crap, Hey, Dalrus do you see a humanoid up there anywhere? I can see a slight blur but i doubt i'll be enough to take it down."
After Sodsa finished his sentence, Flint fell into the hole and Sodsa muttered a few words under his breath. Seeing Flogir looking around bewildered, Sodsa signaled for Flogir to follow Flint. "Hmph, no use for his to fight something he can't see."
Karn, rude awakening
He'd only just arrived on the high ground when suddenly an invisble blast of telekenitic energy made him lose his balance and stumble. The moment's astonishment was replaced with smothering fury when he recognized the attack from the one that "assassin" from CHorrol had used weeks ago.
Karn crouched and scanned the landscape for the intruders. He spotted that one sorceress woman and a bosmeri archer on one of the hills below. This is getting repetitive...... Recalling the last incident when the woman had disentegrated all of his bandit bowmen, Karn deided to wait for an approppriate moment to attack.
He summoned four copies of himeslf anyway, I can't rely on those goblins. The dunmer thought as the green creatures continued to frenzy about. Then there was roar of protest from a group of orc berzerkers, ogres, and trolls that had just arrived. Looks like I'll get some help.....
Flogir
Flogir hestitated a moment as he saw Flint plunge down into the mountain. He heard Flint hit the ground and cringed at the sound but was relieved to hear him groan in pain. At least he's not dead.
Then a hissing voice reached his ears and he knew that Flint was in trouble, but there was also this blur that Flint spoke of before falling in. He then caught sight of Sodsa's signal, and nodded. He would go after Flint.
Looking down, he saw an Argonian with a spear making his way towards the fallen Flint. Taking a deep breath, Flogir hopped down into the cave, aiming to land right on top of the hopefully unexpecting lizardman.
Unfortunately for Dalrus and Sodsa, he did not see Karn creating copies of himself.
(obviously, I'm leaving up to you jack if Flogir lands on Green-Root or not)
Veric
Though Veric and Voltar were both primed and ready for a nice Mages Guild duel, much to their dismay they found the Arcane University as well as possibly all of the Imperial City evacuated. The door they both so confidently waltzed through revealed nothing but a deserted chamber.
"Damn," Veric cursed with disappointment, "...Any idea where they would keep their alchemy supplies? I've never once stepped foot in this place."
Green-Root.
A heavy weigth landed on Green-Root who was thrown to the floor. Before he'd even landed, he blade of air cut through his scales. A large gash had formed over his snout and his spear had fallen out of his grip.
Flint Ironwood, not happy.
Flint aimed his sword for a second strike.
,,Thanks for the help, Flogir. Could you put out that fire, please? I don't want to keep the Storm in it any longer than needed. Fire is bad for the leather grip." He said with a slight sense of humour.
,,Alright, Lizard thing. How about you giving us some answers?"
Semir Grey, off the Argonian coast.
Semir Grey stood at the bow of his Redguard Raider as it casually sailed across the sea. Fog was all around them though the lanterns at the ship's ends were doused.
He ran a hand trough his grey hair that had the feel of dry sand.
,,Dang, where could that merchant have gone? Why did it have to approach Argonia with this damn fog?" He grumbled.
,,Lookout! Anything new?!" He then shouted to the man at the top of the mast.
The Lookout continued to scan the misty surroundings.
,,Not a thing, cap! Wait........lanterns to our left!"
Semir walked tot the left side of the ship and peered out into the fog. There it was, so dim he could barely see it. Judging by the space between the two lanterns, the ship was about the right size.
,,That's the one. Uncover the sails! Flank them!" He shouted at the man behind the rudder and pointed at the soon to be plundered vessel.
The sails were unfolded and the Blue Serpent lifted its gracious hull out of the water, ripping through the waves as it approached its victim. Semir rechecked the Cutlass he'd strapped to his belt. Around him, his fellow crew of 'treasurehunters' had decked out in full combat gear.
,,Archers! Insurance!" He ordered. Four of the archers took aim and released their arrows. With a soft thunk, they stuck into the merchant's hull. The arrows had been coated in highly flammable oil. At a single command, Semir could now put the merchant aflame. It was their insurance for when the negotiations went bad.
As the ships came near each other, the fog appeared to vanish. Semir let out a violent curse as the reinforced bow of the Serpent crashed into the other ship's side.
With a running leap, he moved over to the new ship. His katana flashed down, cutting through the back of the strange creature. He spun around and stabbed a second one in the heart. Another spin and he blocked a viciously curved sword.
,,These aren't merchants! Put these damn.......snakes on fire!" He shouted over the increasing noise of battle. The snakelike creatures had gotten over their surprise and now fought back with a skill at swordplay that rivalled the one the mostly Redguard crew was so proud off.
Semir continued his duel with his adversary. He jumped back continuesly, avoiding the katana till he'd made it all the way to the stern. Before him, the ship's bow was wrapped in blazing flames. The rowers on the Blue Serpent had begun to pull it's bow out of the hole it caused in the other ship's side.
The Breton jumped on the railing. One more time the katana sliced through the air. Semir stepped to the side and pinned the sword to the railing with his boot.
,,You're getting too annoying. Die, scaleface." He sneered and stabbed the creature. He turned to the flag hanging next to him and ripped it off the pole.
,,I'll be taking this. Alright men! Retreat!" He shouted and dove into the sea, followed by his men.
(Long intro but yes, he attacked an Akaviri vessel.)
Flogir
Flogir climbed off of the falled Argonian and dusted himself off. "Just thought I'd drop in," Flogir said, smiling ruefully at his awful pun. He walked over to the fire and kicked dirt on it to put it out. He tested the handle of Storm to check for heat and finding cool enough he picked it up and handed it to Flint.
"You okay buddy?"
Voltar
Voltar looked at the vacant entrance of Arcane University. He shared Veric's disappointment of the lack of mages but he got over it quickly. He turned to his ally.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't visited this place once before," he paused and looked at his surroundings once more, " BUT, this does seem somewhat familiar to the layout of such a University in Summersett..."
He walked over to the purple pad resting on the floor. "These pads here will take us up to the next floor, these mages always seem to be too lazy to make stairs... But I do believe one of the rooms on the next floor should contain the alchemly lab." He said as he stepped onto the pad and activated it, instantly dissolving him into thin air.
Merethicus, somewhere within the same cave complex
Elsewhere in the general vicinity, a young Cyrodiilic man sits alone at a campfire. He is encased within a sort of pasty yellow armor, with spiky pauldrons, and a harsh looking helmet with an eye-slit made of the same material rests at his feet. He has a silver longsword on his lap, and runs along it with a whetstone while his mind is elsewhere.
I never should've joined this damned army! It's a undisciplined and disorderly mess and they don't mean to hold anything, just destroy! The fools! There aren't even any solid units to speak of! If it wasn't for numbers they'd have no damn leg to stand on... and then that...thing! He just wants to bloody well destroy everything for whatever motives go around in whatever mind comes along with that body... gives me the creeps, he does... Maybe I should try to make off. And then what, though? I don't know anything of the area beyond the fact that it's gotten bloody well dangerous recently...
Veric
Veric followed Voltar, trusting his hunch for it was all he had to go on. He stepped on the pad and teleported to another one, probably upstairs.
Around them was none other than what they had just begun searching for; an alchemy lab. The only thing that could've made the room any more appealing to the two trespassers would be a few mages fumbling with spells to save their lives. None were found.
Without saying a word, Veric began his search for this antidote. He knew Voltar would do the same, and was beginning to feel very at ease with his new companion.
Voltar was an ally on an equal level of intelect and followed orders even though he rarely needed to be told what to do. Sadril, Veric's other ally, was wiser than he let on, however lacked the quality of getting done what needed doing.
Flint Ironwood, injured.
Flint felt his broken arm.
,,I'm fine. The arm is broken but I'll survive." He replied to Flogir.
,,Now what do we do with our litle hostage?"
(Bedtime.)
Veric
"Here," Veric said after several silent minutes of searching through dusty, stagnant alchemy supplies. "Essence of Boltet," he stood from behind a desk and held up three large vials stained green, labeled accordingly. "These should do the trick. Anything else you need from here? Research material?" he asked, picking up an empty bottle and examining it indifferently.
Flogir, inside the mountain
Flogir withdrew Iceshard, keeping it trained on the downed Argonian. He was not going to underestimate his potential enemy. With his free hand, he managed to get out a lenth of rope from his pack.
"First off, I suggest we tie him up. You're injured and this guy has almost as many limbs as both of us combined with that tail of his. This guy has the look of a determined one, I don't want to give him any chances. Afterwards, we can ask as many questions as we wish," Flogir bodly said and tossed one end of the rope to Flint.
"Shall we?"
Voltar
Voltar was sniffing the contents of an unlabled vial and grimanced at the attack on his senses when Veric announced his discovery. Nodding, Voltar set the vial back down.
"Well, I wouldn't mind a quick peruse through the University's Library, it shan't take long, I promise," Voltar said, sounding as if he were a begging child. It seemed he was coming out of his reclusive shell a little bit.
Voltar quickly cleared his throat and his usual blank expression returned. "I believe the Library was behind one of the doors back on the bottom floor," he said as he approached the beacon that would take him back to the floor. "You're free to check out the rest of this place on your own if you're interested in looking for something else; you'll know where I'll be."
With that, he activated the beacon a dissolved back down to the entrance floor.
Flint Ironwood, in the cave.
Flint nodded and focussed his mind on one end of the rope. Since he needed his remaining hand to hold his sword, he used Telekinesis to manipulate the rope. Together, they tied up the Argonian till he was completely immobile.
Flint admired their work for a moment.
,,Well, that's that I suppose. Since he won't be going anywhere for a while, maybe we should go back up and help out the kids? I bet they're having their hand full with whoever that was outside."
Green-Root, tied up.
Green-Root felt like a fool. To let himself be surprised like this. Still, he knew that there was someone camping out further into the cave. What was once a large tunnel was now little more than an opening barely large enough to squeeze through, but it had to be enough.
,,Merethicus! Intruders!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. His captors glared at him angrily and he bared his teeth in return.
,,Don't expect me to act like a good little Argonian and do whatever you tell me to do."
Semir Grey, Off the Argonian coast.
Semir warmed his hands at the lantern in his cabin. He'd dried himself off with a towel as good as he could and changed into a new set of clothes. The flag he'd taken from the ship was spread out on the table.
,,So, none of the crew ever saw this writing before?" He asked the first mate, an Orc covered in scars and with only two teeth remaining.
,,None of them recognized it. Not that they need to. Snakepeople, they have to be from Akavir." The green man growled.
,,Well, not our problem anymore. They drowned, we didn't. That's all there is to it. I do have to admit that we were lucky. If we hadn't caught them by surprise, they might have killed some good sailors. Damn, those snakes sure know how to fight." Semir replied casually.
He stood up and looked out of the window at the ship's stern.
,,Akavir, they're quite a bit away from home. I wonder what they were looking for here." He snapped his fingers as he made up his decision.
,,Get those who've swam before to switch back to their wet clothes. We've got a sunken wreck to explore and treasure to seek! I'll join the hunt as well." He ordered with an excited gleam in his eyes that the first mate knew only too well. It was the gleam of his treasurehunter spirit.
Merethicus
Merethicus looks up. Hey, that's 'Root. I suppose I'd better go drag his scaly backside out of the fire.
The young Imperial puts on his helmet and straps his shield to his arm, then strides into the cave, sword drawn.
"Evening, chaps. I don't suppose you're going to remove that rope from my friend there anytime soon, eh?"
Flogir
Flogir was just about to suggest that Flint stay and guard since he was injured and that he would go and help the others when the Argonian called out for help.
Flogir punched the Argonian right in the snout. "Shutup! The exit's blocked anyway. No one is getting in here."
Unfortunately, that seemed to not be the case and he saw an man decked out in Bonemold armour squeeze through the opening. Flogir turned Iceshard upon the newcomer.
"I'm sorry, pal, but we need to ask our friend here some questions. He just needs some incentive since he hasn't been very agreeable. I suggest you just leave us alone and be on your way. I'm not interested in torturing, so long as he helps us out," Flogir explained, his eyes slitting dangerously, "Unless, you wanna volunteer yourself for our little questionaire."
Merethicus
"Are you threatening me?" Merethicus raises a brow under his helm. "I'd advise against that. Why all that violence? Given proper and rewarding incentive, I'm sure the both of us could be persuaded to answer a question or two."
Though we may have to harm you afterwards.
Rann
Rann walked past Serene and Issac, getting a bit restless at the fact that they were standing around talking while Satyana was in danger. He couldn't believe that Issac didn't feel the same.
"When these two godly drinks wear off, I'll be less than useless so we should probably move a bit faster." he said without losing a step.
Rahvin
Rahvin was disappointed that his efforts at peace-making weren't working, but didn't show it. He fell in line behind Brianna as she walked past, thinking it best to keep moving. Cheydinhal's ruins weren't exactly ideal for cheerful spirits, and the looming Valus Mountains didn't look much better.
"Bree, if you know something to make this a bit easier," he said, bringing up the earlier topic, "It'd be great if you'd share."
Serene
She looked at Rann as he pased her and nodded
"Of course Rann....letīs move it" " but I do have some refill you know"
She then tried to catch up with her grandson....
"Cīmon Issac, faster!"
Brianna
"Iīm sorry Rahvin, Iīll try to restraint myself from now on. But strange memories keep coming back to me, thatīs why I sometimes get really frustrated!"
"What I know is...vague, but I do sense the presence of ...magic, my motherīs magic that is. Sheīs not that far away...then about getting past Valus Mountains....I know of a passageway, nothing fancy but it could be a kind of shortcut, we might be able to save some time anyway...Then I wonder...
I wonder if we should try to get in contact with....the other people who obviously are not far from us, where my mother is...
OOC: I know nothing about those Mountains, but we can assume there is a secret passageway, right?
Flogir
Flogir hesitated for a moment. "You mean that the Silhouette has no sway over you!?" he asked with an hint of incredulous in it.
If that's true, I hate the bottom feeder even more. This man is simply taking advantage of those whose lives are ruined by this threat! he thought angrily. Still, the fact that he could simply buy the information they sought would be much better and simpler than beating the information out. He still have 1000 septims left of the Countess' reward money on his person for helping out during Karn's attack.
"Well, how would 250 septims be for incentive to have a chat with us? We'll add in you're friend's freedom afterwards if we're happy with your answers."
Merethicus
"Two-hundred-and-fifty. Eh, it's more than that...thing ever gave me. Ask what you want to know, I may even answer." Merethicus lowers his sword as a sign of goodwill, and takes off his helmet, revealing a youthful but calculating face.
Flint Ironwood, acting stupid.
Flint suddenly began to laugh. He bent over and tried to catch his breath.
,,Sorry.....it's just........after all that trouble, we could've simply bought the information? Man, I feel stupid." He wiped clean his eyes and lowered his sword as well.
,,Ok, first one. Do you know the Silhouette's real plan? No offense, but for someone who supposedly leads you around, he does seem to be doing a good job at ignoring his army. I think that you and everyone else around here is just a decoy."
Merethicus
"You have a point. Have you seen his army? It's...well, rabble, with a few exceptions like me. There are barely any organized units to speak of. Commanders are just randomly given troops, sorted by type, and all missions are purely destructive. He doesn't mean to gain power. He doesn't mean to carve out a kingdom for his own. For that, he'd need organized troops, with better discipline. He'd need an administration. No, our friend's out for destruction, pure and simple. He does not intend to hold anything...and the simple-minded fools he has gathered to him will do this without thought, thinking only of the occasional shiny trinket looted and pockmarked peasant woman raped."
Merethicus smirks, and in his mind, he adds: Of course, anyone with an analytical mind and first-hand experience could've told you that...
Ian, distancing himself
He suddenly stopped, and turned to Soldin. "We should camp here for now and rest; I'll get some food.
Ian blurred and dissappeared. He left the small clearing they'd been standing in. *I have to feed soon, and neither Satyana nor Soldin are options*
PS: my internet connection isn't working so I'm using a hand-held. Hopefully my connection will work again later......
Flogir
Flogir lowered his sword realizing that the stranger was going to cooperate. His response was frightening. This was some radical movement if the only motive of the enemy was pure destruction. Perhaps Mehrunes was influencing this massive assult upon Cyrodiil. Maybe this "Silhouette" was purely a contruct of the Lord of Destruction; a way of vengeance for foiling him in the Oblivion Crisis.
"Do you know the next course of action for the Silhouette's army? Do you know where they'll strike next?" Flogir decided to ask the mercenary.
Soldin
"Uh, ok," Soldin acknowledged just as Ian disappeared. He liad Satyana down gently on her back and collapsed next to her. His muscles ached and his back hurt from carrying someone while hiking. Sweat dripped down his face to the cool ground as he lied there, breathing heavily.
He thought for a moment about what happened, the events that caused this chance meeting and where it would take him. He felt a sudden spine chilling ping, an incromprehensible voice, speaking in nothingness predicted his death with these people. His head jerked to look at Satyana as if checking for the same look of disbelief that he himself gave; checking to see if she heard this 'voice' too.
Seeing her calmed him, though. He felt a veil of serenity as he gazed at her; a feeling he could not recognize nor describe...
Merethicus
"No clue. Anywhere that isn't burnt to the ground yet." Merethicus says simply. "Anything else, mm?"
Dalrus, Hero Hill
"Sodsa, I saw the flash again. I think it might be the creature who makes copies of himself," she said looking at him. "Okay, I think you should trip them while I shoot them with lightning, work for you?" she said after fireing a blast towards one of the shapes. She fired three others all around one of the flashing shapes.
The Silhouette, Approaching Argonia-Cyrodiil border
The army continued to march on, with a seemingly endless supply of endurance. THe Silhouette looked back at the army and then looked east, towards where akavar was. His soldiers suddenly stopped, obviously by some inaudible command from the Silhouette.
OOC: Sorry for the short post, I'm doing this between cleaning my family room
Sodsa Hekal - Hero Hill
Sodsa looked at Dalrus, "You want me to trip them? As in 'stick a leg out so they fall over' trip them?"
Sodsa shot an arrow at a goblin that was coming up from behind Dalrus, knocking it over. "I doubt i could get over there without the guy noticing." Sodsa's thumb started tapping the lower limb on his bow at a quickened pace.
"I dunno how many there are, but i know one is at the top of that ledge over there." Sodsa pointed and started to sneak off to the figure's general area. He turned back and put on a weak smile, "Wish me luck."
Ian, feeding
The deer was still there, still munching on a shrub obvious to its stalker.
The vampiric instincts were taking over. Mephala take me, I can hear that thing's heartbeat
Ian let himself fall head first into the feral thing inside his head.......
He flashed past it; the animal scrambled through the brush in a panic at the sudden movement, and the vampire enjoyed appearing before it and frightening the creature.
Finally he landed beside it, grabbed it by the antlers, and snapped its neck.
The hunter sunk its fangs into the deer's neck and he drank deeply of its spoils.
As Ian finished he realized that neither of his companions could eat this creature's bloodless meat.
Issac, with Rann and Serene
Breaking his long silence, Issac stopped. There was noise coming from the wilderness.
"Do you two hear that?". He asked.
Karn
His copies were neant to confuse any who could detect them, but when a salvo of lightning bolts knocked one out of the air and provoked the others to attack, he hung back.
Karn pulled away from the edge and cast invisibility upon himself. When he looked back at the scene, he noticed that the brutes of the army were almost knipping at the intruder's heels.
Rann
"Yeah, I hear it." he replied, slowly drawing his katana as he crept into the woods to investigate, not waiting on either of his companions. He came upon a small clearing to see a figure, back turned, holding a deer with his mouth to the poor creature's neck.
"Who the hell are you and what the hamster are you doing?" he asked, revulsion obvious in his tone.
Ian, the chase
He froze when he heard the familiar voice behind him. Rann, if he's here then..... Ian detected Issac and that woman from Leyawiin as well. I can't reveal myself now, but Satyana and Soldin could use the company.
Without hesitation he cast invisibility on himself and charged into the brush. All right, just follow me like a normal head-strong assassin.......
Issac, with Rann
Just clearing the shrubs in his way by the time Rann had addressed the figure, and the said person vanished, Issac paused to ivaluate the dear. There wasn't a lot of blood, and the neck was bent at an odd angle so to a practioced eye it appeared the creature's neck had been rung.
Quick, bloodless...... but the two punture wounds in its neck caught his attention. Bloodsucker, vampire by the looks of it!
"We'd better follow, can't risk it attacking us later." Issac advised, gesturing to the trail of footprints.
Flint Ironwood, a quickie.
Flint shrugged and winced as he moved his broken arm.
,,Dunno. Maybe Flogir knows something. Me, I'm more interested in getting up through that hole right now. I bet that those kids are in big trouble."
Flogir
Flogir frowned, he had forgotten about the youngsters and the possible problem that awaited for them on the outside of the mountain. He just had one more question though.
"Why do you serve the Silhouette when you can simply leave? As you said, you aren't paid well, so why bother?"
Rann
Rann nodded. "This better not take long. I'm more worried about Satyana than any damned vampire. He seems alright, anyway, feeding on deer instead of men or mer."
He didn't continue his musings, or allow for a response as he did run after the mysterious vampire.
Issac, the chase
I'm in full agreement, but we can't get careless. He charged down the trail after Rann. Why do I feel like that guy is familiar?
Ian
He knew that they were pursuing him, but they were supposed to. Good chase me right to her, he thought to himself. Ian moved with bursts of blurred speed, faster than a normal eye could track effectively. Only becoming a blur when he stopped or paused to change direction; he left deep gouges in the trees he passed to make his trail more obvious.
Finally he reached the clearing and swung to lose all his speed, recasting his invisibility. Now, you can all reunite.......
PS: do you guys refresh often? you won't see a new post unless you do.
Rann
Rann caught short glimpses of the shadowy vampire, and he cursed his luck every time he got out of sight again.
Why can't I gain any ground here? he thought to himself. He was too busy running to think about magic or the enhanced abilities of a vampire.
He caught yet another glimpse of the vampire before he found himself in a clearing with his intended prey nowhere to be found. He looked around one more time, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Satyana?"
Issac, the clearing with Rann, Soldin, and Satyana
He hadn't expected Rann to suddenly stop like he had, and had skidded to a halt as a result. But he only moved a little farther than Rann had.
Issac was just as surprised by the sight, wait, was that vampire leading us here to find Satyana? He had no idea if this was true, but he thanked any dieties that had diegned to give them such fortune.
There was also a younger lad, maybe in his mid-teens, he looked wasn't like any single human race in appearance. Issac could tell he'd probably never lived outside the wilderness before......
When he asked who they were, Issac stepped forward tryiong to not appear threatening. "My name is Issac, and this is Rann. We're friends of Satyana." It occured to him that Satyana might not have given her name to the boy, but it was worth a try anyway.
(Bedtime, guys)
Soldin
Soldin lowered his knife and looked around for someone he thought he could trust. Ian... He took a step back and looked back at Satyana lying on the ground. Seeing no better course of action, he decided to trust the two. "She's very ill. Poison, no doubt." He resheathed his knife.
Veric
Veric returned to the main floor of the university and entered the library, where Voltar had said he would be. Several minutes had passed before Veric called out to the bookshelves, "Are you ready, Voltar? I'm sure Karn is expecting us."
(OOC: voltar is in the university library, right?)
Merethicus
"Good question. How about because it's too bloody dangerous to even get out of these mountains alive on my own, let alone the entire province? And then what? Everyone else is running around without their wits about them, leaving them easy prey for the Silhouette's forces..."
((Sorry for the lateness. I be European and have to sleep.))
Issac
He nodded, and gave Soldin his most trusting smile, not that he was being dishonest, but they needed the boy's trust. Poison, this certainly ruins finding her so soon..... Issac looked back toward the brush and yelled, "Serene, we found Satyana!"
"I have very little knowledge of healing, so I can't be of much help to her."
Rann
"And I know even less." he said, kneeling down on one knee beside Satyana. "Maybe Serene will know what to do. She can't be far back."
Satyana, dwelling in the shadows, between life and death
Who?? Is it? Oh can it be.....Rann?...And Issac?...ohhhhhhhhhh
Satyana was not entirelr conscious, she was living in a sort of dreamland, not knowing where she was or just anything. She was in a tunnel, but at the end she saw a light..a light that tried to make her come to it.Oh it would be so nice to just let go, but then there were these voices..these familiar voices . They stopped her from going, they urged her to get back......
Satyana moved her dry lips, trying to form some words
Rann? Issac? Nothing more than a faint whisper it was....
Serene, catching up
"Hey...where are you Rann....?? Issac? Whatīs up, have you found her?"
She burst out in the clearing and stopped. Rann kneeling beside a lifeless figure lying on the ground, Issac standing beside..and a young boy..looking almost scared when she appeared this sudden...
"Satyana!!!!" Serene rushed to her side "Poison, no doubt" she said "I wonder what kind....maybe that vampire can be of some help...I need some blood from her...now!"
Flint Ironwood, getting ready.
Flint looked at the gap in the ceiling.
,,I don't know what you want to do, but I'm going back up there and help out those young fellows. Don't get in our way." He spoke. He then stepped closer to Flogir.
,,Need a hand getting out?"
Semir Grey, Argonian coast.
The last of the wet crew climbed up the rope ladder, hefting a heavy chest on one shoulder. Semir had already retreated to his cabin. From up on deck, he heard the excited shouts of his men as they divided the treasure. He himself held only a soaked piece of paper which to him was worth more than any treasure at the moment. He carefully spread it out on his table. While the water had washed away most of the ink, he could still vaguely make out lines.
His finger trailed one of those lines, seeing how it went from an unknown continent which had to be Akavir to the place where they were now. A second line, in a different colour proceeded through the land. He froze when he saw where that line was headed. Cyrodiil.
The Breton bolted out of his cabin.
,,Alright, clear up this mess! We'll continue with the dividing later! Now though, we need to set a course. I want us to go to the Illiac Bay, at best possible speed! If any of those damn snakes or even the Imperial navy tries to stop us, we'll go straight trough them." He ordered around. While the pirates complained loudly, they went to their task without hesitation. Semir was usually easygoing. When he got serious like this though, it was best to trust his judgement without questions.
Ian, uncertain
The woman's words didn't make sense, how could I possibly help? Vampires take blood not give blood as far as I know...... Ian furrowed his invisible brow and worked his jaw idly, thinking.
Then he decided to simply ask what this woman wanted him to do. "I only know how to take blood, but I am willing if you have a way." Ian shed his veil and jumped down from the treebranch.
Serene
She looked at the vampire with a slightly amused smile, of course he didnīt know what she meant, but she tried to explain it;
"You have fangs, right? So then please draw some blood from Satyana.....but donīt drink it by all means, just spit it out in this!" She showed him a small bowl...
"Now do not get a taste for her blood, because you are certainly not allowed to feed on her! Ah I know thereīs a faint risk of her getting a fling of Lycanthropy but I know how to handle that!!"
"What I need is a sample of her blood to determine which poison sheīs got, and you Mr Vamp, you beware because I donīt think drinking her blood is very good for you either!"
Ian, agreeing
He stared first at Satyana, then at the bowl, then back again. Finally Ian nodded, "very well. I had no intention on feeding upon her anyway." He marched over to Satyana and left Rann and Issac's looks to his imagination.
As he began to draw her blood, Ian was certain that this action was an abusive use of the talant, but that was the vampire talking. He spat a bunch of the blood into the woman's bowl, feelingt quite awkward at the moment he said nothing.
Issac
He couldn't believe what Serene was letting the vampire do. We're supposed to save her life, but I guess thjis was the only way. Issac glared at the monster none the less, and continued even after he finished his orders.
Rann
As Serene approached, Rann backed away, not wanting to get in the way of people who actually knew what they were doing. He thought Satyana had whispered something as he backed away, but he couldn't be sure.
He sat silently to the side, watching the strange events unfold and wondering if the vampire would show himself for the sole purpose of finding a poison. The vampire proved to be quite altruistic as he did actually reveal himself to them.
His jaw dropped as it turned out to be Ian. He gave Issac a quizzical look, as if he needed confirmation of what his eyes were seeing.
Issac, realization
When Rann gave him a look, Issac studied the vampire more closely. He hadn't payed a great deal of attention to it aside from what it did, but that was a foolhardy on his part.
He was slightly taller than average, he moved in a tantalizingly familiar way, and..... Then it dawned on him, "Ian?" Issac managed to cough out the name, the vampire was exactly like Ian, except for a sense of weariness and internal chaos.
Ian
He gave a brief glance at Issac then immediately averted his eyes. This is going to change a lot of things...... "Issac," he replied somewhat ashamed.
Flogir
Flogir was satisfied with the answers given from the mercenary. "I would perfer it if you would pick your sides wisely. Sure you might pick the Silhouette's side right now, but you're merely damning yourself. I think you're resortful enough to make it out of here alive," Flogir said and began to head towards to Flint but turned back around, he took out a sack of septims from his coinbelt and tossed it over to the mercenary, "Here's your payment, free your friend once we're out of here."
Flogir faced Flint once more. "Yes I would certainly like a hand in getting back up there."
Voltar, Arcane University Library
When Veric called out his name, Voltar came walking around the corner of a bookshelf, a heavy stack of books cradled in his arms. He closed his eyes briefly and the books disappeared. Opening his eyes, he gave Veric a bemused look.
"An adaptation of a recall spell that sets to my mark placed back home," he explained, brushing off the dust from his hands, "So yes, now I'm ready to get going."
Serene, performing "artistry"
She looked with satisfaction on the small amount of Satyanaīs blood in the bowl. The liquid was rather bright red even though it was artery-blood...., she almost knew what poison it was but had to just taste it to make sure. She was aware of how her actions may affect Rann and Issac...also the vampire didnīt look too happy about the whole thing, but she was certain it would all be forgotten as soon as Satyana was ok..and she would be...she was certain of it.
"Itīs a poison from a mushroom...I am sure it must be from Coprinus Atramentarium, same family as Violet Coprinus, but poisonous! So what we will do is give her extract from Violet Coprinus....then this extract will compete with the poisonous one in her blood cells and ...she will hopefully be cured..if it hasnīt gone too far of course!"
She looked at Rann and Issac..."Please get me some Violet Coprinus! It will grow here somewhere..but quickly please!"
She didnīt dare to mix the potion with any alcoholic beverages because the mushroomn-poison would react rather violently together with alcohol....So she took her water-bottle and rinsed the bowl then filled it up half...and waited for the young men to get her the mushrooms
Rann
Rann looked to Issac helplessly. "One plant looks the same as the next to me. I won't be much help. You know what she needs?"
He then looked to the younger boy that was with them. He looked like he was familiar with the wild. "What about you?"
Veric
"That's nifty," Veric mused at Voltar's spell, "Can it be used on other people as well?" he asked as they both teleported from their location in the Arcane University to where they had parted ways with Karn.
Only Karn was not present. He looked around, sensing the assassin's presence but also those of others from years ago. Veric felt a changing tide in his bones; a nuisance looking to impede his progress...
Soldin
"Uh, yeah. I'd know that plant," Soldion answered. He simply stood for a moment before he realized that he was probably expected to gather some.
"Ah, okay. I'll find a few real fast," he added before turning and walking hastily toward the treeline.
Merethicus
Merethicus attaches the pouch to his belt and then slashes at the rope tying Green-Root up. As he does so, the mercenary whispers:
"I suggest you hold your peace for a little, 'Root..."
Flint Ironwood, giving Flogir a 'hand'.
Flint grinned for a bit.
,,Well, here goes." He said and Flogir flew up through the hole without any warning. Once outside, Flint released his grip and lowered the Nord gently.
,,Telekinesis, nothing beats it." He muttered and jumped out after him. Outside, he immediately noticed a few goblins who were busy climbing up the hill.
Flint unleashed a blade of air into the nearest pack.
,,This is going to be a long day."
Green-Root, untied.
Green-Root got back onto his feet and felt the large gash on his snout.
,,They're quite an interesting bunch, aren't they? Very diverse in origin, having met each other only days ago. Yet already they show more potential than a battle-hardened band of Legionnaires who know each other through and through. Not to mention they show determination. Actually trying to interogate us, that was unexpected." He commented, baring his fangs in an awkward grin.
,,It will be quite entertaining to see what they'll do next."
Merethicus
"Right you are. I'm going to suggest we try not to get too involved with whatever's happening up there.."
...'cause if those hordes of thugs can't make a difference we won't either...
Issac
Ian, a vampire? What's the world coming to? Normally someone would look for a scrap of the old person rather than what they were now. Well, there was plenty of Ian in this person; the vampire was also present.
It was shown in the new ways he moved; there was a hunger, but more than that was weariness partnered by great restlessness. It was like reuniting with an old friend after years of separation, but rather than years it had been days. And Ian was, is, my father......
Issac mirrored Ian when he looked away, neither was willing to risk breaking the ice that had suddenly formed. It's odd, I'm not angry at him; instead there's only surprise..... Few people would discribe personal betrayl like that. Is this even that?
Ian
The silence was hard to take, but the difficulty was an emotional illusion. The turmoil was real, but the influence it had on your mind was just a symptom. Issac appeared no more willing to break it than he was, so there was very little to do as the awkward silence stretched on.
The Sage, Hero Hill
As the troupe approached the area called Hero Hill, the mountains carried the battle cries of ogres, trolls, and plenty of other telltale signs of activity. The battlemages fanned out, slowly moving from cover to cover.
Though it was pragmatic, the sage couldn't help but find them somewhat silly trying to sneak about in heavy armor.
Many summoned bound armor to supplement their ebony pieces, most were carrying battle axes and long swords. She simply wore her red-silk robes and carried no weapons, for she could fight hand-to-hand. The group made their way through a cluster of boulders and hung back for the moment.
Turning to the leader she gave a "wait here" gesture, and cast invisibility before moving toward a cave on the opposite side of the battle.....
Green-Root, time to relax
Green-Root chuckled.
,,Yes, let's not bother them for now. Anyway, I was just roasting a rat with extra spices. Care for a bite?"
Voltar
Voltar thought about the question. "I suppose it would work on people. I have yet to test that theory though. In fact, I should test it out soon. Perhaps I can leave a mark, say over a cliff, and cast recall over an enemy. Though I can see a problem with that spell should the intended target decides to counter with a reflect spell," Voltar mused aloud, "Still, I'd think it would be effective."
With that, he followed Veric's cue and teleported himself to Karn's last known location. What he heard was the commotion of battle.
"Looks like we can have some fun here,Veric," Voltar said slyly.
Flogir
Flogir felt a little nauseous from the trip up out of the cave, but he got over it quickly. He turned to Flint. "I'll take care of the goblins and such, you help out the others with that blurry character."
Flogir skidding down the side of the mountain into a through of unsuspecting goblins, taking off the head of one and running through another with Iceshard before the mass knew what was going on. It wasn't long until frozen corpses of goblins surrounded him.
"Get going Flint! I'll be all right here!" he shouted.
Merethicus
"Rat, eh? I...think I'll pass."
Flint Ironwood, into the fight.
Flint nodded and leaped for the sky, releasing several blades of air at the blurs. He had no idea which of the blurs was the real one but as long as they all went down, he didn't care.
Green-Root, relaxing. (This is probably the first time that a character is eating at his leasure while a big battle rages just outside. Or at least the first time while being aware of the battle.)
Green-Root shrugged and cut the rat into little pieces.
,,Rat meat is healthy for you. Gives you strong muscles. It's quite tasty as well. Oh well, more for me I guess." He snickered and shoved the first lump of flesh into his mouth, licking the sauce off his lips. The only disturbance to his pleasure was the burning wound on his snout and the sound of battle outside.
The Sage, Hero Hill
The battle was getting quite interesting; all the same, she returned to the battlemages who were ready for action.
As one of the stood up and began to unsheath his sword, she waved her hand through the air empathetically.
The man paused and reluctantly left his sword alone. "Find high positions around this area; wait for a ball of light to attack anything."
She left them as they split up tp find better cover. There were two curious presences, magical prescences, away from the fighting.
Striding confidently around a boulder, she spotted the two she was looking for. An altmer, and a breton, what are they doing here? Perhaps for the same reasons as I.
OCC: veric is in his breton form still, right?
Veric
Veric spun unexpectedly to face an Altmeri woman who had just revealed herself from behind a boulder. He drew the dwarven shortsword at his side, either for intimidation or just for fun, and pointed it in the direction of the woman. "Who are you?"
Soldin
Soldin gave Rann a confused look, obviously not understanding what a 'half-twin sister' was. He shrugged it off though, and replied, "Yeah it should be enough. Let's head back."
Soldin turned toward the direction of the clearing, which he was certain of through his developed sense of direction, and began walking at a brisk pace. He seemed to grasp the urgency of the situation quite well.
The Sage, the meeting
When the Breton brandished his dwarven blade and demanded to know who she was, she didn't appear intimidated in the least. Ignoring the blade she smiled and bowed; brushing away her silver hair, she replied. "I'm but a humble sage who was drawn here by the recent explosion. I take it that you two are here for the same reason?"
Veric
Keeping up the spirit of putting on a different facade for every person he met, Veric continued to hold his sword threateningly at the stranger. Testing the waters of this sage's personallity, Veric asked in a very serious tone, "Suppose we were the ones who caused the explosion?"
The Sage
She was convincingly amused, "unlikely, you would have need a powerful tool to accomplish something like that." Her gaze lingered on Voltar's staff, for a moment. "But it would have destroyed the tool to expend such energy all at once."
"Still," she added. "You two certainly seem to have a strong command of magicka. And one's word carries less worth than it used to." And you two are directly or indirectly invovled with what's going on. She projected the thought softly, almost unnoticably.
Despite the message she showed no signs of suspicions or fear. For she was used to minipulating prominant figures; whether they were aware of it or not.
Veric
"You shouldn't speak in absolutes. To say something is impossible, like saying that a tool capable of such an explosion would not itself survive, is very unwise," Veric lectured as he lowered his sword. He kept a stern look about himself though, and appeared uneffected by the Altmer's presence. "Do you have a name, sage?"
OOC: id reply with soldin but i gotta run, sorry.
The Sage,
"I don't use my name often; unless I can trust the listener's discression." She answered, like the Queen of Dawn and Dusk she enjoyed speaking riddles. If one could not figure it out then were they worth of such knowledge.
Serene, performing a healing-procedure
Serene was delighted, the bouys had come up with exactly the kind of "anti-dote-mushroom" she asked for. She had come to really appreciate and like Soldin, he still was a mystery to her, but his actions had most certainly saved Satyanaīs life. Besides he seemed like a very sweet boy! She had noticed Rannīs concern about his sister and that was good.....
Serene mixed the three violet coprinus-mushrooms in the water to a viscous liquid, after tasting it herself she shrugged
Tastes awful, but it has the proper strenght, I think
She gently poured some of in Satyanaīs mouth and made her swallow it, the girl made a grimace but hadnīt the strength to spit it out so down it went. Serene continued this task until the bowl was empty. By ten Satyana was almost asleep again, but that was the purpose, she now had to sllep at least a couple of hours to let the mushrooms work inside her to get the poison out of her system.
Satyana, three hours later
She moved her head, not really awake, but at least it was possible to move some parts without feeling nauseous or having pain...but she was sooo sleepy.....
"Issac....Rann?..Where are you?" It was just a whisper, barely heard.....
Merethicus
Merethicus sits down and leans to a rock, placing his helm, shield, and sword next to him.
"You know, Root...this is prolably the first time two people sat down and relaxed by a fire while being aware of battle raging just nearby."
Merethicus glanced at his nails. Oh, yes. Once I get out of here and the danger to existance as we know it is less, I definitely need a manicure.
"So, 'Root... Have you ever considered a promising career in getting out of here and never returning to this hellhole?"
Issac
Eventually Issac just decidewd to sit down and rest. He couldn't find anyway to respond to the recent turn of events, Ian's transformation was certainly one of the worst. Issac lost track of time, and didn't stir until he heard Satyana.
She's probably not even completely conscious..... He kneeled beside her and took her hand, a living touch was often as good for someone as any potion. "Satyana, I'm here. And so are Rann and Serene." Issac whispered to here, not expecting a responce
Satyana
She could feel it....the presence of Issac, his concern and devotion.....she smiled, not really aware of herself but she felt pretty good....not in the sense of health, but the feeling of Issac being near....was doing so good
"Issac!" Satyana smiled......
Issac, tending to Satyana
To his surprise, Satyana was able to reply. Issac returned her smile, "'Tyana, are you alright? We were all worried about you."
He placed his hand softly on her forehead, attempting to donate some of his magical strength to Satyana. Issac didn't bring up Ian's "condition" and tried to hide the errant thought. More stress is the last thing 'Tyana needs right now.....
Satyana, feeling a lot better, Issac being around
"Issac?, oh Issac....is it really you? Kiss me..please!" Satyana felt good..or at least better than she did just a couple of hours ago. No pain..no nausea...and Issac sitting beside her...What could be better? She knew Serene was there..and Rann!....Oh Rann....she always kept on being worried about him...her brother..her only brother!
Satyana stretched her arms towards Issac....since he was here..everything would be ok....
Issac
Once again conflicting emotions enveloped him. Issac wanted to comfort Satyana, but he knew that right now she needed to rest and save her strength. Not now, she hasn't completely recovered yet....
Cautously, but firmly he layed her arms down again. "Satyana, right now you have to rest. We need to be ready to get away from here as soon as possible...." Issac paused, then kissed her hand softly, "please, rest... this.... this just isn't the time."
Satyana
She looked at Issac..knowing he was right, but her entire body was aching for him..wanting to feel himclose ..but there would be chances later on..she hoped
"Iīm ok" she whispered, "Iīll follow..Iīm ready to go with you..wherever you say"
Satyana sat up....she was prepared..she was stronger than anyone could imagine.....
"Letīs get going" she said, "Iīm ready to follow"
Serene
She smiled while looking at Satyana...the girl was a tough one...she was of herf heritage thatīs for sure
"Ok sweetie....weīll be off in a minute"
"Boys....support her will you?" Serene said looking at Issac, Soldin and Rann "Letīs move outta here!"
Issac, very relieved
His grin returned and Issac reached for Satyana's hand to help her stand up. "Thank you, I have my own trouble...... Issac admitted to her, for he too yearned for her. "But perhap that will help us live through all this." He joked, humer helped deal with trama and hardship. Just like a loved one......
Ian, loner as always
As he watched Issac and Satyana, Ian sighed, and strode past Serene. "I'll remain at a reasonable distance, but out of sight." Ian whispered, "It would be best for the young members."
Satyana
She held Issacīs hand, not wanting to let go..if she held his hand, nothing bad could happen to her..or Rann..She smiled and looked him right into his eyes....a promising look it was....promises of the future..
"Ok...letīs go"
Serene
She looked at Ian....she was not afraid of vampires....those few sheīd met had turned oiut to be rather nice..and this one was surely no exception....though she could understand the resent from the younger ones
"Ian....itīs ok, Iīll go with you, the boys will take care of Tyana....I..I kinda feel like going with you....."
Serene couldnīt explain why she had kinda taken a liking tyo Ian....maybe she saw through his soul....saw what man he really was...and she liked what she saw!
Ian
Serene's reply caused him to pause and look back, as he thought he'd misunderstood her. Then he felt uncomfortable, not quite certain of Serene's motivations, but he hid the telltales in a frosty mist of non-emotion.
Ian muttered, "if that is what you desire." He wished he'd used a more appropriate choice of words. The vampire silently strode toward the treecover, not daring to risk another slip-up in words. In his mind something squirmed.
Issac
Satyana's gaze affected him, a warmth spread through his body. His heart softened, and he couldn't speak. Issac managed to divert his attention after an eternity. "Come on Rann, let's get going." It was a pitiful distraction, but though he still felt a warmth, he was able to deal with it.
Green-Root, devouring a rat.
,,Hmmm, it's better than being a slave on a plantage of those rascist Dunmer in the east. Still, it lacks some creature comforts and goblins cause a racket every night which ruins my sleep. So I was thinking of heading west, to some island I've heard about. Stros M'Kai or something." The Argonian replied, chewing a mouthfull of rat at the same time. To any humanoid being, it was a disgusting sight. Especially High Elves hated it. That's why he did it actually. To annoy the pointy eared people.
With a quarter of the rat gone, Green-Root grabbed a jug of Mazte and threw back a large amount of the liquid. Wiping off his wet snout with one hand, he presented the jug with the other.
,,I know that you're not hungry. Still, care for a drink?" He asked Merethicus and forced a wide grin on his face, an expression which revealed the two rows of countless sharp teeth.
,,As for the battle. I doubt that anyone will come and interupt. So as far as I'm concerned, I can relax as much as I want. I'm telling you though, I'm leaving here as soon as it calms down. The Sil has been out of our sight for too long. I've got the feeling that the next meeting will end up nasty. I prefer to avoid it."
Serene
"I hope youīre comfortable going with me" Serene whispered to Ian, "I know youīre the father of Issac, and you are a good man..lycanthropy is no fault of yours, I do not feel resentment towards you...for me ypouīre a man..nothing but a man but with weird feeding-habits...now let me take care of that for you....donīt worry!"
Serene put her hand gently on Ianīs shoulder, to show him she considered him as any man
Satyana, with Issac
She was ready to go, and eager as well. She felt strong abnd confident, yet a bit weary about the fact that someone wanted her dead..and she had no idea why....
"Soldin? Are you coming with us? " She hoped the wild-boy would accompany them....after all she owed him..a lot!
Rann
Rann followed the others from a short distance, feeling a bit like a fifth wheel. He turned to their newest companion, since the others were obviously preoccupied.
"So, uh, Soldin..." he said, "Where exactly did Ian pick you up?" The short distance they had already walked was exhausting Rann, and he knew the underlying reason. He took his last potion.
I need that long-boat sleep I was suposed to get. I guess Satyana's safe enough now to get it, but I don't want to slow everyone down.
Ian, with Serene
He studied Serene for several moments, then muttered. "We are what we make ourselves to be...... and what our world is as well." Ian continued, "and vampirism was my choice, I will carry its burden."
His eyes misted over as he recalled several key events that had shaped him. His upbringing in a training house, the second-hand love his father had given him without being a physical influence in his life. The deaths of his fellow apprentices, the day that he and Karn had first crossed paths, and when he'd taken Issac from the corpses of his real parents......
With a respectful nod to Serene, Ian added. "You've also survived hardship, the world wouldn't be what it is if there wasn't hardship and suffering. It would be a lesser place, without true strength and courage....... Thank you for placing trust in me, it is a rare object these days."
Karn
As he continued to watch the battle, Karn took notice of that Breton as he flew through the air. Might as well take him out now and be done with it. Conscious of his missing blade he summoned a bound blade, not as deadly, but suitable for the task none the less.
Now armed, Karn leaped from his vantage point, sailing toward the Breton from above. His invisbility died down as he made it one meter to the breton, the Dunmer aimed a flying kick to the target's chest, intending to knock him out of the air.
The Sage, talking with Veric and Voltar
She wasn't very surprised that the instrament had been destroyed. After all few things could release so much energy and still exist afterward. The Breton appeared to be getting slightly annoyed with her questioning.
Too bad, I'm willing to wait a long time for the answers I want. She gave a thoughtful look, "do you have any knowledge of the leader of this army?" On a subtle cue she asked, "something of its power must certainly have your attention. Perhaps you want its power to be yours, or you wish to simply eliminate it as a threat?"
She was improvising, all these possibilities had only just revealed themselves. The Breton was motivated by some consuming purpose; the Altmer was harder to judge, he was simply a well of calculating indifference.
Two sailers drawn be a siren's call..... But what is the Siren's intent? The unimaginable power and influence they seek? Or a lure to a trap that could doom all of Tamriel?
Veric
Changing his dispostion suddenly, Veric smiled, "You look to deeply into this. Whatever the leader around here is, I do not seek his power nor view him as a threat, I only seek fame."
Seemingly seeing into the sage's thoughts, Veric continued, "Do not think that we are being lured here to this presence. I doubt he even knows of our existence."
Soldin
Soldin grinned, "Enough deer, boar, and wolf to live off of for a few years. It's more than served it's purpose though, and it's getting quite old..."
Rann
Rann nodded in admiration, but couldn't help but think of what would happen if they encountered real danger and he was stuck with that bow. Sure it was good for deer, but what kind of damage would it do to one of Karn's clones, or the masses of monsters that were supposed to be in these mountains?
"Here," he said, taking his own bow and quivers off his shoulders, "Take this. I got it from...erm..." he stopped for a second, not wanting to reveal that he took it from one of the victims of his trade. "A traveling merchant. He said it was enchanted, but I never bothered to recharge it and figure out how. Maybe you'll get around to it sometime."
Flogir, in the midst of battle
With a horizontal slash, the orc finally collapsed to the ground, clutching at his severed throat. Flogir scanned his surroundings quickly and found that the immediate area was cleared of threats. He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow and as he looked up into the sky, he was Flint floating through it.
Maybe possessing teleknesis isn't such a bad thing... he pondered just as in the blink of his eye, a blur of motion appeared before Flint. Flogir had no time to warn the Breton, so instead he decided to bring himself closer to his companion's aid. Perhaps he would find a rock or something to throw at the airborn enemy.
Voltar, with Veric and the Sage
Voltar absent mindedly payed attention to the discussion going on between Veric and the stranger that appeared to be a mage or a sage of some sorts. At the mention of what caused the explosion of Hero Hill, Voltar's grip on the Staff of Worldly Demise tightened, but only briefly. His staff may not have the ability to blow up mountains, but its strength lied elsewhere, as it embuded the user's magic use substancially.
Voltar turned his attention more to the surroundings than anything else. His elven ears picked up the sound of battle. It seemed the direction was coming from the ruins of the Hill. Peering in the distance, Voltar thought he could see tiny specks within the sky. He quickly surmised that Karn would be one of those specks.
He leaned into Veric's ear. "I believe I've spotted our companion back nearby the Hill. I suggest we wrap this discussion up quickly. I'd also like to add that the stench of Mages Guild Magic encompasses the air; this lass is not alone."
Flint Ironwood, in the air.
Without warning, a form materialized right in front of the Breton. Flint dodged in mid-air on pure instinct. The foot that had been aimed for his chest brushed past his shoulder instead, quickening his descent. He landed on the nearest rock and cushioned the force of impact by crouching. Using the kinetic energy he'd stored in his legs, he made yet another superhuman leap into the sky, sending a blade of air at Karn for good measure.
,,Not bad, using invisibility to sneak up on me. But aerial combat is my specialty, not yours. Now get out of here while you have the chance." Flint warned. At the same time, he cursed his lack of one arm under his breath.
Merethicus
"Mm. Thank you, Root." Merethicus takes the jug of mazte and pops it open. "You know, we could try to get out of these caverns together. It's a tad more dangerous alone, I'd say, what with this army of evil about and all." Taking a swig of mazte, he continues: "So what say you?"
The Sage
She let the two pass without comment, and began walking the other way. After a sufficient distance, she cast invisibility and took a direct root to where she'd left the battlemages. As expected the spot was empty, they'd all found vantage points.
The sage watched the fighting with a measure of curiosity. She formed a small pinpoint of light, waiting for the right moment to give the signal.....
Karn
The Breton evaded his attack, but it was only a minor annoyance. Karn landed on another rock andbraced for the telekinetic blast he was expecting.
In answer to the Breton's warning, he muttered. "I could just leave, but then all my effort up until now would have been wasted."
Karn noticed the Breton's limp arm, broken. The Dunmer decided to make himself scarce for the moment, until he could take advantage of their lack of vigilance. He snuck into the cavern that Green-Root had been in last he'd seen the Argonian.....
Serene
They continued walking, but the pace was slow due to Satyanaīs condition. Serene was worried about that and then she turned to Ian saying:
"We are getting nowhere with this speed...would you consider to take Satyana on your back? You must be stronger that the rest of us and that way we can move faster.....Would you, please?"
Brianna, with Rahvin and Sadril
She sighed..she knew a passage through the mountains which would save a lit of time..if they got through it alive that was!
"Ok....follow me now....weīre heading that way!" She pointed at the snowy mountainside.."Thereīs a narrow shelf just there"
She led the way and after half an hour they walked along a narrow shelf along the mountainside. Up here it was considerably colder, Brianna tucked her robe tighter around her and trudged on....There was snow on the path and an icy wind starte blowing more and more..
"Stick close, and tight to the mountainside...we must pass here before we get to......the passageway"
I hope they stick to each other..and to me, together we have a chance to make it, but if one of us get lost....
Issac
"Come on Satyana, I'll help you." He said as he let her lean on him and relieve some of her wieght. "Walking will help recover, but it's best to start slowly."
Ian
Noticing that Issac was already helping Satyana, he chose not to interfere. "It's slower, but it's probably better than completely carrying her," Ian muttered.
Green-Root, in the cave with Merethicus.
Green-Root stopped eating for a moment. Then, he used his claws to tear the rat to pieces and stuffed it into his pack. After that, he took his spear and walked towards the small gap between the chamber they were in currently and the rest of the complex.
,,Sounds like a plan. The sooner we leave, the better. I'd say we take our chance and start moving while everyone is distracted by our heroes." He spoke.
He sniffed loudly and then spun around, pointing his spear at Karn who'd just dropped in through the hole in the ceiling.
,,I knew I smelled something. Didn't you leave with those two?" The Argonian hissed, subtly tensing his muscles in case of combat. The assassin had healed exceptionally well. It would be wise to prepare in case he'd come with violence in his mind.
Merethicus
About to reply, Merethicus is cut off by Karn's entrance. He stands up, and picks up his sword and shield while waiting for a reply to Green-Root's question.
Karn, joining the deserters
Studying the spear with mild interest, Karn muttered in a somewhat sarcastic tone. "Oh, I got tired of all the snow and decided to come back in....." Then he looked between the two scoundrels, "you're both deserting?"
It was statement not a question, Karn shook his head wearily. "Forget it, I hate that bloody Silhouete as much as those two mages. This is going to disolve into a power strugle and I don't want to be one any specific side. So I'm coming with you two."
Merethicus
Merethicus smirks. And then there were three. If we stay here a little longer it's going to become a true parade...
"Well, it's good to see there are more people with common sense around here."
He didn't trust Karn - much less than Green-Root, anyway - but it was dangerous out there, and there was strength in numbers.
Green-Root, same place.
Green-Root put his spear away grudgingly.
,,Fine then, come along." He grunted. He did not thrust Karn though, and would keep a close eye on him.
Flint Ironwood, outside.
With the assassin gone, Flint landed on the ground and finished off a few nearby goblins.
,,Let's get to Dalrus and Sodsa. I'd say we get out of here and rejoin the rest of the pack. Before we get swamped by the whole frickin army." He said to Flogir, changing swords as he did.
Rann
"I guess. It's the best place to look for our other friends." he answered, glad that Soldin had taken the bow. He had feared that Soldin would have been too proud or stubborn to take it.
He started to feel weak again. He figured that the potions weren't going to help much longer. The first one he had taken had worked for a few hours, this one was almost finished after a few meager minutes.
Rahvin
Rahvin followed Brianna closely. He knew that they had crossed the Skyrim border some time ago, and figured that Brianna's past here contributed to her knowledge of the area.
Unfortunately, most of my time in this damned country was spent in prison.
They moved higher and higher, and the air became difficult to breathe. A few snowflakes began to fall. Rahvin knew that there would be much more if they were headed up the mountain much further.
Flogir
Flogir fortunately didn't run into any more enemies as he hurried over to Flint's posistion. Flogir sighed in relief to find his comrade relatively uninjured and quickly helped him out and dispatching the nearby goblins.
"Yea, I second that notion. We need someone to take care of that arms of yours. I believe Sodsa and Dalrus are just south of here. Let's go!"
Voltar
Voltar strolled past the sage, paying no apparent heed to the spell slinger. He was confident in his abilities that he had no fear of any aggressive behaviour that she could do. Instead, he focused on keeping his sights on Karn.
Fortunately, he managed to catch the assassin entering the carvern once again. "He's in the carvern, Veric." He told his companion, obviously thinking that the Breton would understand who he was referring to.
Soldin
"Are you.. feeling okay?" Soldin asked Rann, "You look a bit tipsy."
Veric
"Thanks," he told Voltar, though he could have found Karn without his help. We seem to be going in circles.... Veric entered the cave to see Karn as well as a few others he did not recognize.
"Karn, my friend. I have brought your antidote. You're not down here conspiring against me now are you?" he asked. Veric purposefully spoke as if he and Karn were already allies. He hoped to anger the Dunmer, perhaps to get a better idea of Karn's feelings toward him.
Sadril
Sadril followed behind Rahvin, though at a greater distance than Rahvin followed Brianna. The cold was beginning to get to the Dunmeri vampire. The clothing he wore was not suitable to the frigid air and he had lost his cloak back in the Imperial City. As the falling snow thickened from sparce flakes to a heavier precipitation as their altitude rose, Sadril called out to his companions, "This was a bad idea, I think."
Though, of course, he didnt have a better one. He was just voicing his opinion to make sure he was still alive. The snowfall thickened more and Sadril quickened his pace as to not lose track of Rahvin. Though he found he was feeling quite weak and even as he told his legs to move faster, they only trudged at the same speed.
I'm not feeling well... I haven't fed in a while......... It's really cold. Sadril's thoughts got fewer and farther between when he finally slapped himself across the face to bring himself back to his senses. When he regained his awareness, however, he found that he had stopped walking and had finally lost sight of his companions.
"No matter, I can still follow their scent... for now," he mumbled as he walked in the direction his senses lead him.
Merethicus
Even more people. Merethicus thinks annoyedly. What ever happened to peace and quiet?
Green-Root, serisously annoyed.
Green-Root bared his fangs against the newly arrived Breton and Altmer.
,,Enough of this! I'm leaving!" He snarled and squeezed through the gap. If anyone wanted to come along, it would be their choice. He was not going to wait and see who else might join.
Merethicus
"The Argonian..." Merethicus says as he picks up his remaining equipment ,"...has a point. Cheerio."
And with that, he sets off after Green-Root.
Karn, switching gears
When Veric appeared, Karn stopped himself from stabbing the mage.
He turned to regard the Breton. "No, we weren't conspiring; rather planning an exit strategy."
The assassin spoke in a level tone, "so, since you're so interested in Serene and her kin, I can assume that you have a way of tracking them down?"
Voltar
What a warm reception, Voltar thought after watching the Argonian and a new stranger vacate as soon as they arrived. It would be unfortunate for a serious accident happen to them. Like, suddenly appearing paralyzed and recalled to a place 200 feet in the air...
He put the personal slight aside and returned to the conversation at hand. Indeed, he could as well locate Serene with no problem due to her magical potential. There was also that younger lass that has a peculiar aura about her magic potential. Still, he was actually more curious about something else.
"If you'd like my opinion," he started, "I would perfer to wait for them to reach the Silhouette, simply because I'm curious in meeting this "creature", or at least seeing him."
He paused momentarily. "Then again, they might need our antidote. We wouldn't want poor Satyana to die from any resurgance of the poison..."
Karn, plotting
"Yes, if it matters I just met some of their allies." The Dunmer shrugged, not entirly sure this would be of importance. "A Breton who enjoys using some powerful levitation and jumping spells, some sorceress woman that destintegrated all my bandit bowmen on one ocassion, a Nordic guard, likely retired until now, and a Wood Elf archer of sorts."
"Perhaps, rather than the Silhouete, they intend to regroup before confronting that vile creature. If so, we only need follow the four I mentioned, right to the others." Karn had a glint of anticipation, any possibility has even more avenues of results and consequinces....
Ian, Porphyric Hemophilian soul sickness?
"This isn't just a large scale armed struggle anymore....." He mumbled, unaware that he was speaking. "The gathering of bandits, necromancers, beasts, and other evils that inhabit Tamriel..... what if this struggle we're fighting now is just a ruse, a ploy to soften up the resistence before the real threat appears......"
Ian felt it in his changed mind, vampirism had opened up a new sensitivity to the powers that affected Tamriel, especially the darker ones. "We're devided by strife, and we've been so for generations, and that is the enemies favorite weapon..."
"The Silhouete, Akavir, Modaire, it's all connected; somehow...." The feeling of supernatural awareness dissipated, leaving Ian exhausted, mentally sick, and unsure of what he'd just felt. He fell to his knees, feeling worse than any physical suffering he'd endured before.
This was a mental and physical sickness, did I get something just by extracting blood from Satyana?
Veric
"And then the group as a whole will undoubtedly run into the Silhouette, perhaps there we catch them all and intervene or simply watch and wait," Veric added to Karn's last statement.
"Though the situation grows more complicated by the minute. A sage leading a platoon of Mage's Guild dogs have made their presence noticed, and what of the two who just left? The Argonian and that bonemold clad fellow? Who do they fight for, Karn?"
Sadril
Sadril's self control blurred out once more and he felt himself revert to his most primal vampiric self. Normally he had more control, even when going without feeding for a while, but the cold weakened his will. His senses heightened significantly. Even over the howling wind he heard Rahvin call to Brianna and, eventually, heard the Dunmer's footsteps crunching in the snow towards him.
Sadril saw Rahvin, too. His living, flowing blood illuminating him in the vampire's eyes through the white-out. With no shadows to seek refuge in, and with no blood to calm his nerves, Sadril's predatorial instincts kicked in fully and he lunged at Rahvin. Nothing but a black blur amidst a solid white backdrop, he charged and aimed to knock Rahvin off his feet.
Karn
The Dunmer shrugged, "they serve themselves, they're deserters. We all loathe that infernal abomination, the Silhouete. As for what they intend to do now aside from get away from here is unknown, but I doubt they wish to get involved in this power struggle unless fate intervenes."
Then he recalled how he'd easily aquired minions for the attack on the group, and Karn smirked as an idea sprang into his mind. "As I've said I don't think the Silhouete is using us as the real army, it hardly gives us more elaborate orders than 'kill this person' or 'raid this city'. I think that its possible to recruit a small force of whatever we want for our own purposes."
Karn reveled in the silence as his words sank in, "I can walk up to about any of these minions and order them to follow me......"
Sadril
Sadril slid backwards in the snow, recoiling from the kick. Though the pause was short lived as Sadril once more lunged blindly at his opponent, this time his right hand reaching menacingly for Rahvin's throat. Sadril however did not accompony his attacks with the usual arrogant dialogue he normally did. Instead they were replaced by an odd silence. Something was clearly wrong with him.
Veric
"As usefull as that may eventually be, it is probably a better idea not to have others tagging along if we plan to follow these people toward the Silhouette. An attack on them will more than likely fail; they're a resilient bunch," Veric pondered further, scratching his chin. There are a lot of decisions to be made. I'd like to sit back and watch things unfold, however i don't think inactivity will help the present situation.
"I'm not exactly fond of the idea of following a couple of adventurers around until they by chance take us to where we want to go. Plus, I'm not sure if I can keep my presence hidden..."
Karn, volenteering
The ninja shrugged again, indifferent. "Then there's a simple solution, I'll track them. I don't have to mask a 'magical pull' as you call it, and I'm experienced with tracking prey undetected. When something worthy of note happens then I'll contact you."
As he finished he realized that he hardly had an efficient way to communicate over a long distance with Veric.
Veric
Again, seemingly reading minds, Veric took off his amulet and tossed it to Karn. The amulet was simple: thread and a sizeable yellow jewel the same hue as Veric's never-changing eyes. "Wear it and we can communicate. Simply think of me and voice your thoughts inside your head and I will hear them and will be able to talk back to you."
Veric failed to mention that it was not required for Karn to wear the amulet, and that while he did it made him very easy for Veric to keep track of and perhaps even evesdrop on some unguarded passing thoughts. Though he already seemed perfectly capable of doing so without an amulet.
OOC: im off for tonight
Semir Grey, Leyawiin.
Semir had been silent throughout the journey. This did not help towards lightening the mood. As the Blue Serpent continued to slice through the seas like a sacrificial knife through the throat of the sacrifice, the crew was infected with the Breton's sour silence. When the Serpent arrived at Leyawiin, having broken the speed record for ships in the proces, any who watched from the coast would have assumed he was looking at a ghost ship manned by zombies.
Semir played with one end of his moustache, looking at the ruins of the once grand city.
,,I served here. Damn those Akaviri scaled dogs." He muttered. He made a gesture with his hand and everyone dropped whatever he or she was doing. They stood at the railing, hands crossed over their heart, giving a silent salute to the city.
The first mate frowned his scarred face.
,,Do we land and look for survivors?" He asked with his grumbling voice. Semir shook his head.
,,No, it's been days since Leyawiin's destruction. Whoever is left here is either dead or safe. We're moving on. We're going straight to the central arena where we'll wait for those Akaviri. We're going to Cyrodiil. I may be on the wrong side of the law, but no one can just walk in and destroy my world. They'll pay and they'll keep paying till they run all the way back to Akavir. And then, they'll pay some more."
As the Serpent left Leyawiin behind, Semir got back behind the weel.
,,Lower the sails to a quarter. The path to Cyrodiil can be a bit treacherous. I don't want to get stuck on a shallow bank."
Sadril
Sadil, or whoever he had become, recognized the new threat when he was pushed over by Brianna. His judgement still clouded, Sadril lunged at her rather than Rahvin, and reached for his sword rather than using his hands.
Fortunately, the real Sadril took hold at just the right time. As his right hand drew the katana out of its sheath, his left hand reached up and stopped. He appeared to struggle with himself for a while before he fell to his knees, shoulders slouched, his head hung low staring at his trembling hands extended in front of him.
What have I done? What's wrong with me?
He remained silent, though it was hard to tell whether he was ashamed or perplexed and in thought.
Chraw Lowenthal, Bruma
Chraw sat by the desk in his small room at the inn in Bruma. A small candlelight illuminated the otherwise dark room. His equipment and traveling gear lay on the bed, including his scimitar, Soothing Wind. He stared blankly at a book he was reading, although he was really lost in his thoughts.
So much have happened... I feel my return to Bruma was needed. Perhaps even determined by fate. I should at least go and visit the Church tomorrow.
Chraw looked up from his book, some quite random piece of litterature he found lying in his room. The cover looked interesting, he thought as he saw it earlier, and he did need something to pass the time. A good book was one of those things he held close to his heart.
He sighed and closed the book, deciding that sleep would be a more efficient way of passing the time, rather than sitting in the dark, reading through an old book. He cleared his bed of the equipment, all but his scimitar, which he put under his pillow. Years of traveling and adventuring had made him wary, especially when sleeping.
Issac
When Rann cursed, he glanced backward, checking to see what was going on. Issac shook his head when he saw Rann and Serene were interacting again. "Can't they just get along and co-exist like the rest of us?" He muttured under his breath.
He'd slowed his pace slightly, but Issac came to a complete halt as Rann drank what smelled like a powerful potion. Though not privy to the telepathic exchange he could guess that it went along the lines that Rann had just overdosed himself.
"Why does it seem our worst enemies are ourselves and not the people trying to kill us?" Issac attempted to get a better grip on Satyana. At first this wasn't hard, but now you're really getting heavy....
Karn, on a mission
He scrutinized the amulet, looking at it from different angles scepticlly, the wordlessly slid it into his satchel. "I'll be on my way then," Karn said as he let his mind shift into a cool state of clarity, effectively not thinking anymore.
The ninja leapt up through the hole in the cieling back to the whirling winds of freezing cold. He was unaffected, he didn't feel the cold, or at least not as much as a normal person. Recalling the last place he'd seen the Breton, Karn strode through the snow toward the place he remembered.
Rann
"Relax...nothing's happening." he said to Issac irritably. "Well, nothing bad anyway. I feel better, actually."
He walked along for a couple more minutes before he burst out in hysterical laughter.
Rahvin
Rahvin stood, dusting the snow off himself as he did.
"So," he said, "Care to explain?"
He wanted an answer before he took Brianna's advice and put them all together in a small shelter.
Issac
He held little worth to Rann's assurance that nothing would happen, and in truth he was just waiting for that potion to take affect. When it did he was torn between smilling at how hopeless of a cause Rann's compacity for taking other people's advise was, and simply shaking his head.
Issac decided to do niether, afterall, he had no idea if this would make the assassin comically docile or more aggressive than normal. Best not to tempt the starving dragon......
Sadril
Sadril stood. He was unsure whether Rahvin was talking to him or Brianna. Regardless, he said, "We shouldn't stop. That would only worsen things." Sadril picked his head up. He was paler than normal and looked fatigued, but he had returned to his normal self, for now.
"We need to keep moving. Get out of this damn place," he finished as he walked past Brianna and Rahvin in the direction they were originally heading.
This wasn't the first time Sadril had lost his judgement due to a lack of blood to feed on, however it had never been bad enough to make him attack a friend. He inwardly wanted to blame the cold, but subconciously he knew there was something else stressing him to the point of breaking. A secret he held... One other than his intentions to hand Amrita over to Veric. Hell, he wasn't even sure if his purpose would allow him to even do that.
It might upset the balance of things...
Rann
Rann stopped laughing for a second, with a look of awe and wonder on his face.
"Whoa," he said, "Whoa."
He looked around at everyone, to see if they were seeing the same thing he was. He didn't realize that they weren't.
"I can see sound."
Rahvin
Things weren't going to be that simple. They couldn't just keep walking as they were after something like that.
"Sadril, what the hell just happened?"
Issac
He didn't speak for several moments. "Uh, Rann, as I've said before I'm not much of a healer, but I know that seeing sound is a very easy way to tell that something is wrong with you." Issac turned to Serene, "how long until he fall into that coma and becomes normal again?"
Green-Root, cave
Merethicus and Green-Root walked through the dark passages. Both had noticed that Karn had chosen to stay behind with the two 'mages' who had entered at the last second.
,,Good riddance. I don't thrust that assassin, even though I brought him back from the death. I don't thrust Merethicus either, but I'm sure the feeling is mutual. Good, keeps us from doing nasty things behind the other's back."
Rounding a corner, their path was obstructed by a tribe of Goblins who, for the moment, choose to merely stare at the visitors rather than attack. Green-Root leaned over towards the Bonemold-clad man's ear.
,,What do you want to do? Pick another route, try to talk our way through or smear their blood all over the walls?" He whispered, keeping a close eye on the green humanoids.
Ian, going out on his own
The group continued on, but the vampire was fine with that. I fed at least three and a half hours ago, but whatever just happened took all the blood I had.... He stood up again, swaying slightly, and went of into the forest.
I'll meet up with them further along, blood is what I need right now and they aren't a possible source.... Ian picked his way through the trees slowly listening for any other creatures nearby.
OCC: so, maybe Ian will bring a bunch of "friends" when he meets up with the group again. SO what do vampires hate most (and vice versa).
Merethicus
Merethicus sneers at the Goblins, tightening his grip on his sword. "Just get out of the way, if you would. We're on a mission... and the great boss won't be pleased if he hears we came too late because of your delaying."
The best way to take care of the feeble-minded who get in your way is blatant lying and threats of violence. Always.
Flint Ironwood, with Flogir outside.
They reached Sodsa and Dalrus, running for a pack of Orcs and a whole lot of Goblins.
,,This is not my idea of a perfect day!" Flint shouted.
,,I suggest we get out of here right now! All of you can hold on to me and I'll try jumping, but please don't touch my right arm!" He added, throwing two Orcs off their feet with Telekinesis.
,,Or does anyone prefer fighting?"
Green-Root, inside the cave.
Slowly, the Goblins moved aside. Green-Root eased his grip on the spear, only a little.
,,Good, now we'll be going." He hissed and them and walked past with his awkward Argonian movements."
Note: Unless Florodine or Soulseeker gets on now, I think everyone should just take the escape route that I've presented.
Merethicus
Merethicus follows after Green-Root, casting a wary glance at the goblins behind them.
Sadril
Sadril squinted at Brianna suspiciously before snatching the bottle from her hands. Though as was his nature, Sadril did almost the exact opposite of what he was intended to do. Instead of 'shh-ing' Sadril held the bottle up in front of him for all, including Rahvin, to see and called out sarcastically, "Dearest Brianna, you shouldn't keep secrets from your lover. There is nothing to be ashamed of about drawing your blood to aid a friend. Even if he is a vampire!"
He downed the bottle quickly, though while doing so he realized for once how rude he was. Brianna had just willingly given him blood and the one thing she had not wanted him to do, he did. Sadril figured Rahvin wouldn't be upset either way, but still...
He tossed the now empty vial back to Brianna with a sincere, yet probably not redeeming, "Thanks."
Flogir
"Even though I do enjoy a good scrap, I know when I've reached my limit. And this is such an instance. Let's go!" Flogir said, taking a firm grip of Flint's tunic and fending off a goblin with his other.
Karn
After chasing the two a distance, Karn saw them meet up with the other adventurers. The hunter also heard what they intended to do, and was left with a dilema. I can't fly, the extra wieght will shorten the jumps, but given time they'll elude me!
Gripping the amulet in his hand he called, Veric, that breton intends to spirit them away with those jump spells. I can't match that with speed alone, revealing myself is unwise, but letting them slip away is not acceptable either!
Veric
Veric sneered and said to Voltar, "Our Karn is already running into problems..."
He concentrated his thoughts no Karn. You're a resourceful assassin, figure things out yourself. You're too far for me to aid you. They shouldn't be jumping far. Everyone is packed into this area pretty tight. You should be able to keep up with them for that long. That or you can rush to their aid so they don't have to fly away.
OOC: sry, couldn't come up with much that wouldn't be too intruding.
Karn
Annoyed he replied, if it came to it I imagine I could keep up with them for awhile. And I've already tried unseccesfully to kill them all, kidnapped and poisoned one of them only to lose that hostage to some heroicly insane lich that left that staff you were gawking at. They won't trust me in the least, so I'll do my best to follow them.....
Karn was, in part, venting his frustration on the power-hungry Breton. The ninja was an opportunist at heart, grew more frustrated by his increased immersion into this conflict. It made him feel more and more like a pawn.
That felt demeaning; he was determined to find a suitable way to disentangle himself from this mess.
The Sage
When she suddenly got a feeling of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the sage shed her invisibilty and motioned all the battlemages to follow. With them all following, if not relouctantly, she followed her hunch past a cluster of boulders.
Her instinct had proved correct as they spotted a group of adventurers fighting a horde of orcs and goblins. Grinning to herself, she turned to the battlemages. "Let's help these people, we need all the allies we can get in this place."
All of them nodded, and the mages leapt into the fray. Loosing a storm of spells upon the enemy's exposed flank, burning, freezing, and sapping the strength from the rear guard.
OCC: So will the group use the distraction to flee, or will they rally to the new support?
Flint Ironwood, we have lift-off!
Sodsa and Dalrus followed.
,,Alright, here we go." Flint was about to call out when suddenly spells began to whizz all around them. Looking up, the Breton saw a group of battlemages doing what they do best.
He jumped. For a moment, it seemed as if the extra weight would keep him firmly planted to the ground but an added feather spell was enough to get them up in the air.
Still, he could not jump as far as he would've liked. Seeing as how it was probably safest, he landed near the group of battlemages, feeling a sharp spear of pain stab up through his wounded arm.
,,Thanks, we owe you one." Flint gasped, before everything blackened and he passed out.
The Sage
When all the adventurers catapulted into the are, she couldn't help but be impressed by the jump they made with all their wieght.
Though inclined to revive the breton, the current battle was more pressing at the moment.
An orc leapt through the air toward the fallen breton. The sage froze it solid with a powerful frost spell.
As the beast shattered on impact with the ground, she moved closer to the adventurers as the other mages continued to combat the goblins.
Karn
The dunmer scowled at the sudden change in events. "Veric, a group battlemages intervened for me. It would seem our foes just found some allies this far from civilization."
Issac
The setting sun left the sky a briliant crimson hue. issac didn't want to keep going when it was completely dark.
"We should try and find some sort of shelter for tonight." He advised.
Rahvin
Rahvin rolled his eyes at his companions. "You're both morons."
Rann
"Shelter?" he asked. "Shhheeeellllltttttteeeeerrrrrr....."
"That'd be good."
Sadril
Sadril obviously felt rejuvenated as he spun around full circle on one foot in the snow and practically sung, "Then let us morons take leave of this snowy path before the sun doth set."
He began taking large, comical steps in the direction they were heading. The cold was only getting worse, but Sadril, at least, seemed to be a little feeling better, if a bit insane.
Veric
This changes nothing. Simply be more careful not to be spotted. They will lead us to the others, accompanied with that large group of mages or not. It doesn't matter either way. Well... it will eventually, but in terms of finding them it won't.
Veric began to grow bored simply idling about. He looked to Voltar and said, "Let us follow at a distance. We are accomplishing nothing standing around here," and began walking in the direction that Karn had departed.
Flogir
Flogir felt somewhat nauseated by the imprompto flight, but landed gently enough by a group of battlemages. He then felt Flint go limp, so Flogir kept him upright before setting him carefully to the ground. He then turned around to face the enemy once more.
"All, with you're help, I think we can take em!" he shouted before throwing himself back into the fray.
Voltar
"Seems like an appropriate thing to do," Voltar said, not really caring about the unheard conversation between Veric and Karn. If Karn was having troubles doing his job, that was his problem. If he failed that proved his inadquacy, and Voltar knew that he or Veric did not like inadquacy.
The Sage
Smiling slightly as she cut into the enemy's line from the right, the sage dodged the orcs' blows and gave them all a sufficient shock to render them defenseless. In her wake she left seven orcs twitching helplessly against their now useless muscles.
Under the continued assualt, the goblins and orcs were bunching up at the end of a cliff. Taking the opportunity, she loosed a blast of telekentic energy that threw most of the remaining attackers to a lethal fall. At that point, she let the battloemages and adventurers mop up the rest, and let her magicka regenerate.
Sadril
"No, they can't," Sadril answered Rahvin's question quietly. Seeing the cave Brianna was pointing out, he said in an annoyed tone, "So now we have to go down this mountain and around that lake?"
Issac
When Rann fell asleep on them, Issac groaned. This situation grows more absurd with every passing hour! This war is an uphill battle from my stand point. Then he took a deep breath and exhaled, calming himself with the simple procedure.
"Satyana," Issac said turning to look at her. "Can you walk on your own; I just need a reprieve." I can't just leave on whim like Jonathan; I have commitments, unlike that freeloader."
Ian, hunting
The darkening sky was only surpassed by the shadowy forest, light was already scarce for most creatures. At least those that were not created for such environments. Ian slid silently through the trees and shrubs, bow and arrow at the ready.
It was a difficult thing to discribe, vampirism, at times it racked at the afflicted's will. Other times, it could be as intoxicating as lust and passion, at least when the disease was in great control. Still at different instances, it could slip through a moment of passive self-restraint, leaving you temporarily unable to control yourself.
Right now, Ian was content to let it control him, it would quicken the hunt. And the sooner this distraction is past, the sooner I can rejoin the group..... An odd scent bathed the air, the vampire reacted in an unfamiliar way, it wasn't man's instinct, but one of Porphyric Hemophilia.
The man was left puzzling over this new development, as the vampire followed the scent closer to its source......
Issac, tired
Sitting down heavily on a rock, he pulled out a flask of water and drained it in seconds. Issac offered another flask to Satyana, and gave a weary smile. "You know, I wouldn't be here doing all this if my parents hadn't died. I'd probably be some noble that couldn't grasp how hard life can really be."
He continued, "Maybe I would have been one of those councilmen in the Imperial Palace; looking to further my own agenda because I don't see anything beyond myself......" Issac studied the ground, "Instead I'm an agent, someone who minipulates people and events by seeing the whole picture from a third-person prospective."
"What would all of us be doing right now if we hadn't been exposed to the things that had made us who we are now........ if we'd been born in other circumstances?" He asked, not even aware he was thinking out loud.
Issac
"Yes, she certainly does deserve a peaceful life for all the good she's done." He agreed, wrapping his arm around her waist and closed the distance between them.
"Everyone deserves some peace in their life. Though it hardly ever seems they live to experience it......" Issac said solemnly.
He suddenly remembered Serene had mentioned a third child, and asked. "Did you know you have a sister?"
Issac
He slowly nodded, "not much I'm afraid. She was taken shortly after you were all born, stolen away by someone. As for where she is or if she's still alive, well, I don't know."
Issac took a breath before continuing. "Serene told Rann and I about all she knew about your sister while we were looking for you. I suppose like you and Rann this girl is a different race........ So your mother gave birth to triplets it would seem."
After lapsing into silence, he whispered softly. "I'm sorry, about all this, Satyana."
OCC: Issac is speaking in present tense on purpose, by the way.
Issac
In his peripheral vision, he saw the young boy who had found Satyana glance at them then look away. Little actions like that spoke volumes about people and their opinions. How can people think they have private thoughts when they are so revealing with their actions?.....
Issac wasn't just going to leave Satyana to go talk with the boy, especially after what he'd just told her about her sister. All matters will be settled with time......
Telina, cave, Vvardenfell (not too far away from the others)
Telina took in her surroundings. The long years she had searched after her sister had been long, and now here she stod...it could be that it was just another wild goose chase, but she didnt think so.
The strange thing about this cave was that it was perfectly smooth...too smooth.
Running her fingers over the smooth texture, she suddenly stopped when she felt the weak hum of enchantment.
"Oh dear sister...still misguided I see" she chuckled softly as she drew a long silver knife. She slashed it across her wrist, and allowed the blood to splatter the wall, before she healed her wrist. She went through the door that was standing where the blood had splattered over, and immidiately got the urge to retch beacuse of the horrid smell that caught her nose.
There was something alive here...something big...smelly...and...there was more of them.
With a bang the door closed, and suddenly Telina could see the creatures that was gathered before her...vampires, Arnachrim vampires.
She looked around trying to tell how many there were. more than ten..."crap, just my luck isn't it"? she asked more to herself than anything. She drew the new sword she had crafted...an exelent weapon for vampire hunting.
OOC: An Arnachrim vampire is something of my own design. They are vampires who in their desperate blodlust have taken to digging up fresh graves and drinking the cold blod of the dead, becoming more like beasts than intelligent creatures. They are extremely strong, fast and have an enormous resistance to magic attacks...as for how they lok, I'll try to find something that resembles them...
Below is a picture of something that resemblences them very much.
http://uk.games-workshop.com/vampirecounts/miniature-gallery/images/strigoi-2.gif
Issac
He noticed Satyana's...... unease for lack of a better word. Issac guessed she wanted to talk to the young hunter, and saw no reason to stop here.
"Well," he said as he stood up. "I'll unpack our supplies; looks like we'll be staying here for the night." He winked at her to signal he was purposely giving her time to herself. And Issac distanced himself to make good on his alibi.
He glanced up at the rising moon, the brightly lit full moon. Unbiddenly, Issac shivered slightly, but the sensation passed over time. Great, am I getting a bad feeling, or is this just because of some cold breeze? In hindsight he was completely aware that there had been no breeze......
Bah, I'm tired of waiting.
Flint Ironwood, waking up.
Flint slowly regained consciousness. Looking around, he saw that the battle had been won.
,,Good, it was about bloody time. Now let me cast a detection spell and figure out where the rest of the gang is." He muttered to himself and did as he planned.
After a short scan of the area he found his target.
,,Flogir, Dalrus, Sodsa. Sathyana and friends are over there. If you don't mind, I'll hop ahead and see if I can get this damned arm fixed up. The road seems to be clear of anything other than a herd of deers." He explained and was about to jump when he realized he'd forgotten something.
,,Thank you for your assistance. Flint Ironwood, in your debt. If we meet again and you require help, just ask." He said, gave a salute with his healthy arm and flew away into the night.
After a short trip, consisting of four rather short jumps, Flint landed at the camp. He clutched his arm and wobbled on his feet for a moment before the blackness cleared.
,,Ah, found you people. We got in a bit of trouble back there but we managed to get out. Flogir and the rest should arrive soon." He reported, sitting down on a log. He winced as another arrow of pain shot through his broken bones.
,,So um, who's the new guy?" He asked and immediately fired another question.
,,Nice to see you back, Sathyana. Do you know what happened? Oh, and before I forget or pass out and stuff.......does anyone know how to fix my bloody arm?"
Green-Root, cavern.
The Argonian stopped and sniffed the air.
,,We go..........left. Yes, left." He said with fake confidence. In reality, he was completely lost. Argonians weren't meant for caves.
Semir Grey, Cyrodiil.
The Blue Serpent glided into the harbour of the Imperial city. Semir stood at the bow, surveying their surroundings.
,,No one here and the fleet has been sunk. Damn, I've got a bad feeling about this."
Serene
She laid Rann gently in a heap of leaves on the ground, the young man was pretty skinny but she had carried him for quite some time and her strength-spell was wearing off. She stretched her aching back and moaned.
At this moment Flint Ironwood materialized among them chatting as always. He seemed to have hurt his arm and when he asked for someone who could fix it, she immediately went to him.
"Flint?..Nice to see you again. So let me have a look at your arm"
OOC: Whatīs wrong with that arm? I seem to have forgot what happened....
Flint Ironwood, injured and stuff.
,,I kinda fell on it, pretty embarrassing really. I think it's broken." The Breton explained, taking off his armour to give Serene access to the injured limb.
(Not much healing to be done if a layer of glass sits in the way.)
Serene
"Ah...well this will soon be fixed" She put her hands around the broken arm....and focused.In a few minutes she felt the familiar warmth ooze from her hands to his arm. The broken bones knit together and so did the torn muscles...
"There my friend!...Now try to move it!"
She then almost collapsed to the ground....totally exhausted......
Flint Ironwood, healed.
Flint looked intently at the shifting muscles under his skin. Once the odd feeling had ceased, he tried moving it, pleased with the results.
,,Ah, that's much better." He commented. Then, Serene nearly fell.
,,Hold it, don't hit the ground now. You should take a nice nap for a while." Flint said, gently lowering her to the ground. He then sat on his log again began to fix minor wear and tear of his equipment.
The Sage
Moderately surprised that the Breton was able to make such a powerful jump after being knocked out (not to mention with a broken arm), she watched his dissappearing form. She continued for a time, appreciating the magical display; until finally turning to the others.
"Greetings, friends, we ourselves are filled with graditude to find allies so far in the country." Her voice was filled with sincerity, and she bowed to them. "We are all from the Arcane University, exploring the enemy's territory, if you will. Perhaps it would be correct to assume you are all adventurers?"
Ian, hunting
The scent lead to a fallen tree, all manner of mushrooms and toadstools were anchored to a good deal of its surface. Ian circled around the log two times before venturing closer. The vampiric instincts were controlling these actions; though attracted to whatever made this log different from the next also made the vampire wary.
Despite his instincts, Ian had no experience with this so he couldn't tell what was attractive (and foreboding) about this place. Only when he was at arms length from it were his fears realized.......
Patholos The Prophet, In a cave complex
He couldn't help but smile, he had tracked these nonbelievers across the length and breadth of the land, planning everything meticulously. All their turns-of-fortune had been his doing, watching out for them from the shadows. The news he bare made him say a quick prayer to the Dread Father.
"From nothing came everything, and everything returns to the Void," he murmured. He heard commotion further into the cave. He started to laugh, he had such little hope that these brave warriors would be able to fend off the coming evil that was at their doorstep.
Soldin, The Wilderness
Soldin was unaware of Satyana's concern for him. In fact, he was quite sure that she cared very little for him. And yet, the young Nord still had the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he had never felt and could not explain. A sensation he felt when he looked upon Satyana.
He slouched down and prepared himself for the growing darkness of night, though he could not sleep yet.
Patholos, Entrance to the cave
It is time. Patholos, my Son, my trusted Son, this is your task....
Patholos snapped out of his meditative trance. Yes, Dread Father, by your will. Patholos walked out into the mouth of the cave, seeing for the first time in three days the white calm of the moon. Night, pure, serene, calm. The Void of the mortal realm. And Patholos was about to relay information to help one form of life defeat another. "In the end, everything returns to the Void," Patholos murmured. With a devious grin, he pulled out a vial of strange liquid and took a long pull. The white crystal lake that were his eyes now had a tint of green about them. Patholos laughed maniacally and said, "Dread Father, guide my steps..." as he exited the mouth of the cave.
About half a mile from the cave, Patholos noticed a campfire, illuminated by the night. He saw two figures talking, and cast a spell (Cameleon) on himself. Patholos quietly moved to a tree behind the campfire. He decided to ask and confront these people, they needed to know the news. He walked around the tree and disengaged his camouflages. "My name is Patholos, but you may call me "The Prophet....."
Issac
When a voice came from the trees, Issac spun to face the speaker. Whatever he had thought to say died in his throat.
The figure looked Dunmeri, but his eyes were bleach white and he appeared unaturally pale.
In all his knowledge only one account matched this man. A book he'd read described a group of Daedra worshippers as odd mixtures of racial traits. Dark-grey Nords, and pale Dunmer or something like that.
"Prophet of what!?" Was all Issac could muster.
Ian
A black shape landed between him and the log with a heavy thud. Even with night eye the form was vague.
It roared, its bared fangs were inches away from Ian's face. Its form became more detailed, a hunched, furry, strong form of a bipedal wolf.
werewolf, Ian thought, the vampire' blood boiled with primal predudice.
Sudden pain exploded from his right shoulder, something gave a muffled snarl.
The realization was only coherant after several second of agony. Another werewolf had bitten him on the shoulder...........
Patholos, The Prophet
"My naive friend, I am a Prophet of the Dread Father, the Lord of the Void, from which all things have come!
I need to speak with you concerning matters of survival. Please do not fear me, I mean no one any harm. The Dread Father does not desire your soul, my friend. May I call you friend?"
Patholos sat down on a stump and folded his hands across his lap. A calm sensation passed over Patholos and something close to a smile passed over his mouth. Patholos hoped that this one person would see him for a being with emotions, rather than a cold lifeless being.
Soldin
Soldin looked up at Satyana and forced a smile, hoping it would ease her worry. "I'm just a bit confused right now. Worried about my home. But, how are you feeling?" he asked. It wasn't unlike him to always put others before himself. Though he rarely had the chance to.
Rahvin
Rahvin walked behind in almost total darkness. He could barely make out Brianna's dark figure in front of him, and if it weren't for his footsteps, he would have thought Sadril to be gone.
He wanted to put on a light, but feared it would bring unwanted attention to themselves. Best to stumble in the darkness for a bit.
Flint Ironwood, entering the conversation.
,,Ok, take it easy." He mumbled before turning his attention on the newcomer.
,,Geez, why are we even trying to sneak around here?" He thought slightly bitter though he did not voice his opinion.
,,What survival? Don't tell me it gets even worse than it already is." He asked Patholos.
,,Creepy eyes. I wonder what he is, something similar to a vampire perhaps? Or maybe it's just normal. It's not like I've spent my whole life around elves."
Green-Root, lost with Merethicus.
The Argonian stopped at the latest passage.
,,And here we go........right. Yes, right is where we'll go." He hissed before moving on. Merethicus had been silent for a while now.
,,He's probably laughing behind my back. It's not my fault we're lost. Argonians are not meant for caves." Green-Root thought.
Semir Grey, Cyrodiil, waiting for the army (which might never come)
Semir paced back and forth on the deck of the Blue Serpent. Waiting was always the hardest, especially when nothing went as planned. He'd expected to find the Imperial city fully occupied, with a sizeable army and a large navy. But no, the city had abandoned, leaving only his ship and its crew to defend those ancient walls from the snakes.
,,What's taking them so long? Talos, let them drown in the swamps. It would be much better for us."
Flogir
The battle against the Orcs and Goblins had been a blur. The newly found battlemages had certainly helped out, but Flogir suddenly found himself displaced from the battle. Confused, he looked around and found that they had rejoined the initial party. He also noticed that Satyana was back as well.
So, they found her, wonderful!, he thought as he walked up to the fire beside Flint and the odd looking stranger.
"How's the arm, Flint?"
Flint Ironwood, at the camp.
Flint waved his arm.
,,A bit stiff, but otherwise it's fine. No complaints here. How are you? Any injuries?"
(yeah, well. Bedtime. Goodnight.)
Flogir, at the camp
"Just a couple a scratches and a few bruises, nothing serious," Flogir answered, "I'm glad to see that your arm was taken care of. Ya scared me there when you passed out."
He then turned his attention to the newcomer. Always the hospital one, Flogir extended his hand to the stranger.
"The name's Flogir. Who might you be?" he asked amiably.
Issac, wary
While Flogir offered to shake hands with the newcomer, Issac furrowed his brow and scowled, the latter being hidden in the failing light. The Dread Father....... Ian used that title once........ who was called that?
The user of the title continued to elude him until he simply gave up for now. Issac made a note to watch this mer carefully, whoever was the "Dread Father" wasn't a benevolent being.
The Sage
Everyone dissappeared and reformed in a meadow, there were more people gathered here than before. The Sage ignored the groupings and focused on the individuals........ until she brought her attention on a familiar Altmer lad.....
Issac? Mmm.... perhaps this group is of more importance than I originally thought. If he is here than Ian can't be far away.... She kept her surprise to find her "son" hidden, only a brief brightening of her eyes gave any hint of her emotions.
The bulk of the group were interacting with an odd Dunmer in a black cloak........
Ian
The world was a seething cauldron of pain and suffering, everything was hazy. Ian writhered as the werewolves' fangs sunk in deeper into his shoulder. The creature let go for a fraction of a second to get a better grip, but that was all that was needed.
Ian landed on the ground, then, registering that he had been released, loosed a briliant flash of light. Stunned the werewolves howled and thrashed at the air around them. Jumping to his feet, he rushed into the brush.
His shoulder slowed him down, and Ian suspected the wolf had dislocated it and torn his muscles to ribbons. At that moment in time Ian was not in any control, the vampire simply reacted..... by fleeing as swiftly as possible.
Another minute, that's probably how long I have before they get over being blinded...... He really doubted he could make good enough use of his headstart to live, but he wasn't going to sit here and get torn apart either......
Karn, spying, what else?
On a nearby tree branch bathed in inky black shadow, two faint red orbs appeared as the assassin opened his eyes. Karn had been waiting here for some time, he'd guessed where the group would move. Their voices were whispers in the wind, but he could grasp their meaning despite the distance.
The prey had reunited, as predicted and planned, Karn lifted the amulet Veric had given him from the depths of his cloak. "Veric, our foes have met southwest of Hero Hill. Satyana is with them, Serene's grandson appears unconscious, and a stranger currently has their attention."
"Serene herself seems exhuasted at the moment, and no one is keeping watch as of yet. They appear to be camping here for the night an-" Karn paused as the distant sound of a wolf howl reached his ears. He also noticed the full moon, and his heart skipped a beat. Not at all for his own safety, but because werewolves could present an unwelcome interferance.
"There are also werwolves nearby that might find the group....." The Dunmer ninja waited for a response from his client.
Patholos, at the camp
As Patholos got up to shake Flint's hand, he turned and gazed directly into Isaac's eyes. One cannot be sure where exactly the eyes are pointing, but they seemed to be pointing at him.
"My friend," Patholos said, as he shook Flint's hand, "The Dread Father is the Essence of all, without whom we would not exist. I bear no malevolence towards you or your companion. In fact, I bring grave news from the Dread Father himself. The enemy you are fighting is more than a physical form, more than just swords or spells, it is 'The Harbinger of Doom.'" With the last word a red flare shot across Patholos's eyes. He continued, "It is my task to ensure that the Dread Father is appeased, and to help you in defeating this evil." Patholos curved his mouth into something that might be called a smile. "Please, do not be frightened, I wish to help you." Seeing the stunned looks on the faces of his new "friends", Patholos again "smiled" and said, "Now, where can I find some armor, if the Dread Father needs you alive, then I need to be alive to ensure his wishes." A dark cackle burst out from the depths of Patholos and he stood up and showed his teeth, all pearly white.
The Sage
She remained silent as the individuals spoke, until the Dunmer mentioned the "Dread Father." A diety by the name of Sithis was known by that title, the founder, well, co-founder of the Dark Brotherhood, the god was said not to be Aedra or Deadra.
The Sage gave no sign whatsoever of her insight, decades of experience served that end. There had been an incident several years ago that had involved a few DB assassins, but she had nothing to draw conclusions on; thus the Sage raised no comment.
Ian, hunted hunter
The howls no longer sounded pained, now they seemed enraged, and excited....... none of those options were particularly good for Ian at the moment. His disclocated shoulder burned with every inch it moved, but Ian knew that if he slowed down his window of opportunity would shrink dramatically.
Window of opportunity? Yeah, right, the vampire kept running........ Until he nearly ran right off a sudden cliff. Ian teetered there for a moment, his senses impaired by blood loss and the consistant pain that plagued him.
Finally he stopped swaying and stood erect, evaluating the drop. 60 feet, no good enough........ Not a moment after he came to that conclusion, Ian felt something warm blow over the back of his neck and knock him off the cliff.
The werewolf had obviously not been aware of the cliff and had thrown not only its prey but also itself. Ian landed hard, then rolled the rest of the way down. When his vision cleared enough, he spotted the werewolf, head bent at an odd angle.
The vampire didn't celebrate, he started limping away from the cliff, not even noticing the pain, nor even thinking straight, just getting as far away as possible......
Flint Ironwood.
Flint was slightly surprised. It had been Flogir who extended his hand, yet this Patholos had decided to shake his instead.
,,Weird guy, creepy fireworks as well. But the Harbinger of doom? Eww, this sounds worse than that Oblivion what's-it-called a few years back."
Flint withdrew his hand and turned around, gazing at the darkness of the woods around them.
,,He knows a lot, what if his desire to help is genuine?" He continued his train of thought and shivered slightly. For a moment, he thought one shadow looked out of place. A faraway howling made him shiver even more, especially when he noticed the moons.
,,Aw crap, werewolves. This is a bad time. Why can't we ever have a single moment without trouble?" He warned even though everyone had likely already drawn the same conclusion he had.
,,Look, I'm a smith so I can make whatever type of armour you like, as long as I have some raw materials to work with. Don't bother with a forge, a fireball works just as well." He told Patholos, still with his back turned towards the group. A slight gesture with his fingers, and everything that lived lit up with a magical aura. He noticed the odd shadow again. Now though, he could see it more clearly.
,,Someone's hiding nearby. Could it be Ian?" He asked out loud. Despite his expectation of seeing Ian, he still drew his blades.
Time for the next one folks.
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