Dan

"Tell me about it." Dan replied telepathically after hearing Telina's thoughts without her knowing she had sent them. "I don't know how many times I've been threatened or have had people running away from me thinking I'm a ghost or some such. In all truth I would have been a normal man, if it wouldn't have been for...but now is not the time for such talk. Now is the time for deeds of arms, killing and slaughter. In our favour we shall hope. But one never knows what fate we will have. I never wished to be like this, but here I am, standing in front of you. If this be my doom, so be it."

Dan would have told the Dunmer about the reason he was forced to speak telepathically, why he couldn't talk. How he would have loved to talk. Dan wouldn't have cared if he was blind, or deformed, or death if only he could talk. Yet he had been deprived of his speaking for so long that telepathy had become a painfully commonplace thing.

Telina

Telina nodded sadly,' I agree, this is a of standing up against evil, but about this turning to be our doom, well I have yet to get killed and I have no plans of dying yet' she said grimly.

The man was certainly fascinating, Telina tought. After checking her inventory, she began a series of curses in an unkwon language that would have made even the hardest daedra prince blush. 'Curses, how is it that I ALWAYS grab the wrong bag', her bag which should have been filled with various weapons and unbreakable potion flasks(mostly containing lethal poisons), was instead filled with her too long record of as of yet unpaid taxes, 'figures, we just happens to be in the heart of the Empire, and here I'm standing with a bag filled with records of my unpaid taxes, gods the imperial dogs would have me chained in for life if they knew'

Grumbling a bit more for herself Telina decided on the good old fashioned way (for her that is), picking up a simple rock from the ground, she poured her magical energy out, and transformed the stone into a rather fine spear, looking eerily like a daedric one except for the colour being pure white.

"Let's get a move on", Telina said to Dan, "It appears the 'Commander' ", she spat the last word as an insult, "is to busy to acknowledge us lower people", she finished with a sneer, before she walked up to the battlements, where she noticed a young man and woman stood (I believe it is Satyana and Issac right?), and so she moved beside them.

"Terribly young to be in a batlle aren't you"? she asked the girl in an offhand matter.


OOC: Now of course I do believe Satyana have grounds to be slightly insulted by that, telina after all don't looke like a day over 18 herself

Flint Ironwood.

Flint looked up from his task at the building. It looked like Flogir was busy with two people. A Nord and a Dunmer. The Breton took a better look and a grin crossed his face. He focussed one two especially large fragments of rock and levitated them up into the air.
,,I'll take these two fellas to the walls. Load the rest on carts and bring them along." He told the soldiers he was working with.

,,Hi, Tellie. Nice to see ya again." He greeted Telina as he sauntered past.
,,I'd love to talk, but I'm acting as a delivery-boy now." He added before sending a comment towards Flogir.
,,We'll carry this load to the Trebuchets. This should last us for a while. While up there, I'm going to discuss alternate forms of ammunition with Odrik. Well, see ya later." He gave a friendly nod to the Nord and walked away.


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Telina, amused.

"Damn you Flint", she yelled over to him, "you just completely destroyed my, we're going to die sombre mood, and I kinda need that mood if I want to get angry", she finished playfully.

Looking around a bit, she started to gather a lot of rocks, after all the uses of a rock was quite much more than you would think. After finding a particularly big one, she enchanted it to fly after and repeatedly hit the first person it came across, and then she flung it out towards the place where the enemy were gathering, it wouldn't be enough to stop them, but hopefully it would kill at least one person, and cause severe bruising on several others, "take that you bunch of misfits" she yelled over the walls.

Truning back towards Flint again. "It's nice to see you old man, you always find a way to cheer me up", she yelled, before trowing a rock in his direction playfully.

OOC: Yes Cloudy it was exactly what I was lookingfor

Dan, following Tellie on the battlements

"Well, if this commander is too busy, at least we can make ourselves useful. If I am to die, at least I can die side by side with one who hasn't been frightened of me." Dan said telepathically in his usual, sad sort of way.

As he climbed up to the ramparts, he drew out his broadsword. He looked at it carefully, admiring the runes he had carved on the blade.

Come now Balmung. Now is a time of fell deeds and bloodshed. How I have longed to wield you once more.

Dan had an odd habbit of talking to his sword. All the years of being isolated from normal people because of his telepathic way of speaking had made him bond with his sword, with which he talked inside his mind, as if he had the ability to speak. As he admired his sword, he could see the Dunmer woman he had just met idly talking with someone on the battlements. The Breton who had been blowing up a building also passed by.

At least there's no shortage of mages...

Flint Ironwood.

Flint maneouvred one of his own fragments to intercept the stone.
,,Now, now. Please don't get aggressive on me. There are plenty of thingies on the other side of the wall who would be delighted to make your aquaintance. Or meeting one of your big explosions, I'm sure they'd appreciate that." He laughed, picking up his pace and heading for the Trebuchets whose arms loomed over the wall.

Telina, loading up.

Telina looked thoughtfully at Flint, as if pondering his cincerity, "you idea do have some merit", she said, flexing her hand open and close, with short burst of fire igniting each time. She looked wistfully down at the gathered enemies.

"Hope you've got flame repellant", she yelled, as she flung a particularly big fireball at a lone person who was standing down there. The only thing left was a blackend sword, and the molten remains of something that could have passed as armour, Telina smiled, nothing was as good as a good fireball roasting. "Thanks Flint, but they don't seem to like my fireballs" she laughed.

OOC: Yes she is quite strange, but after all when paranoia is one of your best friends, you kinda tend to get a bit edgy.

Satyana, being suspicious

She frowned at the dunmerii lady who so abruptly approached her telling her she was too young to be in a battle. The woman had materialized out of thin air, now that was weird....Satyana stared at her..and a frightening realisation formed in her mind....

That woman...apart from being pretty rude, she resembles someone I know! Oh yes!!!! I know now, it´s Haldin..she...she must be Telina Delvanni....his mother. Oh by Dibella, Zenithar...Azura....this just ain´t true! Why did she return? What does she want? I wish Serene was here...she´d look right though her

"I´m not as young as I look....and I guess that applies to you as well" she said coldly, she decided not to reveal that she knew who the woman was


Brianna, with Rahvin, not near the battleground

It was good to see the daylight again, she had no desire to get anywhere near the battle...yet. She took Rahvin´s hand and headed towards the Temple District. It was most likely they would find a temple servant who could perform the marriage, and that was her first wish now, to become the wife of Rahvin.

"Shall we, my love? I have the feeling we´ll have to hurry this, I don´t know but I think it´s vital"



OOC: I gather there is a Temple and that it´s still unharmed??? They better get married...soon!!

OCC: Erm, no. The Temple District is owned by Mannimarco, and I doubt you want to be married in a place full that stinks of undead. PS: for someone who dislikes death and undeath altogether, Ian wearing blood-coated robes could be a little hard to bear, not that you could smell the blood without being a vampire.

Ian, waiting near the Temple gate for Cerpin

The vampire looked up at the approach of Bree and Rahvin. "Where are you two off to? Not the Temple District, if that's what you're going to say." The assassins around him studied the two Dunmer, their silent, anonymous stares could be disconserting.

Issac

"Experience is a more relevant way to fathom age than appearance." He replied casually, not particularly insulted to be considered too young, things like that happened. Issac noticed the ice in Satyana's voice, and picked up that there was more than just the Dunmer woman's first impression of them.

The Altmer watched the impressive display of magicka, with a some competitiveness, he prepared one of his specialties. Lighting, fire and ice lanced down upon the bandits and goblins below. The elemental strikes themselves weren't uber-powerful, but any being could learn that cumulative strength was just as, if in some cases more, deadly as a single brilliant spell.

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Flogir

Flogir was looking at a youth that had approached him and when he expected the lad to speak, a voice sounded in his head instead. Flogir jumped at the sudden feeling but quickly composed himself.

"Why did you have to do that?" he said, his tone slightly angry from being startled. "Couldn't you just talk to me like a normal person?"

The youth didn't answer, so Flogir brushed it off. "Okay, then. You help the Brumans on the walls then."

Just then, a mage appeared above them. This female introduced herself as Telendil. He returned the greeting.

"I'm joint commander Flogir. Altair is elsewhere at the moment. Any help you can provide would be appreciated. For now, just help keep this vermin for getting on this side of the wall. We'll figure out something specifically later."

Altair

Altair barked orders as he paced back and forth along the walls, casting spells where they seemed to be needed.

He passed by Rann and put a hand on his shoulder as he fired the last of his arrows.

"Rann, go find Flogir to get a report on the trebuchets," he patted Rann's now-empty quiver, "It's not like you're killing many more zombies anyway."

Altair was already gone, shouting more orders before Rann could even think to respond.

Rann

As Rann made his way down from the wall, he passed Issac and Satyana without a word to either. He looked a little further to see Flogir speaking with Telina and a complete stranger.

He wondered if Telina remembered their last encounter. He sure hoped so. Instead of acknowledging her, he addressed Flogir.

"What's the word on the trebuchets?" he asked, "We haven't seen anything launched yet."

Cerpin

Cerpin arrived at the scene where Ian stood speaking with Rahvin and Brianna. He wasn't one for jumping along the rooftops, so he took his time and walked at a casual pace.

"Ian's right," he informed Brianna and Rahvin, "The temple isn't the best place to go right now."

Rahvin

"We figured we wouldn't be so lucky," he answered, before changing the subject, "What are you doing here, Ian?"

Dan, on the walls

Dan looked down on the host of otherworldy creatures gathered beneath the walls. Amongst the colourful collection of mercenaries, undead, Akaviri and bandits he could also see some Nords. Dan wondered what were the reasons they joined this battle as his enemies, and he also imagined if he had been a part of the besieging force, and not the defenders.

Then I'd be on the wrong side of that Dunmer's spells.... he quickly surmissed.

Dan however, looked rather idly at the enemy horde, since he was neither an archer nor a spellcaster and that limited what he could do to defend the wall.

Fret not Balmung, you will have your time... he thought.


OOC: Dan isn't really a young lad. He's actually somewhat old, about 46 years old. It was pretty funny that you called him 'youth' Mallet.

Flint Ironwood, and Odrik I suppose.

,,Load!" Flint ordered and then sheepishly scratched the back of his head.
,,Err...sorry. Was that your line by chance?" He asked. Odrik the siegemaster shrugged.
,,Doesn't matter. I still get to give the best command of all." He replied and then began to bark orders.

,,Alright, numbers four and six load up with the really big pieces. Target their armories! We'll smash and crash those little dinky swords and all! All others, load smaller fragments, target any noteworthy concentration of hostile forces!"

Brumans rushed back and forth, pulling levers, hauling rock and generally acting as a smokescreen to hide what was really going on. The mage recited the safety-procedure just in case. In the heat of battle, one had the tendency to forget about the hourglass and what it meant. Now all Trebuchets were loaded and ready to rain pain upon their victims.
,,Now this, old man, is the best order of all. Trebuchets........FIRE!"

Two rocks the size of four men combined smashed into two makeshift blacksmiths. Smaller rocks, mostly bricks, rained down everywhere, crushing skulls wherever they hit. Odrik laughed.
,,Damn, I love my job! Take that, ya bunch of snake-kissing lowlifes! Now hurry up and reload!"

OOC: Hehe, I didn't notice any age mentioned for Dan when I made my reply. He gave me a youthful feeling I guess.

Flogir

Flogir looked over to where the Trebuchets were placed. "Well, I have Flint looking after those," he told Rann, "He should have them ready so-".

Flogir's words were cutoff as a shout of "Fire!" called out and the trebuchets released their deadly loads, wreaking havoc upon the enemy. Flogir whooped alongside his men.

"Well, looks like they're ready. We had to get some ammunition so looks like we're rolling on that front. Any supply concerns?" Flogir said, noting the lack of arrows in Rann's quiver.

Telina, walls.

Telina raised an eyebrow at the girl beside her. "True, I'm definately not as young as I look", she said with a chuckle. "Telina Delvanni, by the way", she said, extending her right hand in the cutom western manner, as well as flinging an overcharged bolt of electrical energy at a nord soldier all dressed up in steel armor.

She looked down at the nord who had just kicked the bucket, "damn the doesn't look to good", she said, indicating the huge blisters of raw flesh that had been exposed due to the electrical energies, 'yet another reminder why I don't wear armour', she tought to herself.


OOC: Don't worry minque, Telina won't interfere with Bree's marriage to Rahvin (she's gotten over him remember). On another note, whatever happened to Haldin, I haven't used him in this story yet, but was planning on introducing him later on.

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Salina, outside the city.

Salina, had been steadily follywing her sister lately, her sister who was still hell bent on killing her, 'as if' she sneered. And now her sister was in the imperial city who was being attacked by zombies, goblins and other general unpleasantness, perhaps she should help the attackers, it would certainly further her goals in offing her unpleasant sister.

She swept her hated gaze across the walls, until, she noticed Telina standing on one of them, with a cluster of other people, 'even better, I might smack more than one fly in one stroke', she smirked, before sending a huge explosive curse her sister had designed to smash apart stone walls, true she would definately have to send more than one against these walls to blow them apart, but the residents on the walls was another manner.


Telina

Telina who was still introducing herself, noticed the flux of magical energy heading towards them, "eh" was the most intelligent answer she could give, before pulling herself together enough to create a shield powerful enough to redirect the spell.

With a terrible bang the spell hit the shield before changing direction towards a wood some place away from the city.

Telina stumbled, the shield had cost her more than she would have like, growling she proceded to send a flurry of firebals out on the plains, hoping to hit her elusive sister. "TONIGHT YOU DIE SISTER", she yelled out.


OOC:Yes one of them will die during this battle.

James Pathertrory

James had been having a fine day, really, watching people hustle and bustle around the city to fight whomever it was that was attacking now, of course some of the defenders of the city just 'had' to tear down the building that was giving him his always important shade.

He grumbled for himself, and was about to relocate to another position, when a stone whacked him in the face, before continuing it's zoom towards the walls. Following the stone with his gaze, he could see a woman he faintly remembered having thought "the squirrel move" to a couple of years back when he had arrived at Tamriel. The woman directed the stones over to her, before dropping them to the ground.

Something else collided with his face, and soon he was coughing up large amounts of white feathers, 'why the hell did a bloody pidgeon decide to fly into my face' he thought angrily.

Looking around, he brushed the feathers off (image is important), "THATS IT, I'M BLOODY TIRED OF THIS' he yelled, before running over to the person who seemed to be in command.

"Okay, the sooner this bloody battle is over with, the soner I can go back to relaxing, or robbyng some poor noblemans house, just kidding about that last part...so what do I have to do", he practically yelled in Flogirs face, so fast he could barely register his words, and remembering his lack of respect James hastily added a sarcastic 'Sir' to him.

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OCC: So Telina didn't notice Issac talking and also tossing spells at the Silhoutte's minions?

Ian

"Mannimarco is somewhere in the district." He replied, "Flogir accepted my offer to try and put him out of the picture. And in turn, Karn was willing to offer some of his followers to help."

After a moment passed, the vampire had a thought, What were they going to do in the Temple anyway? Then Ian noticed how they both smelled of each other, and the sewers, in addition to how they were together.
The vampire sighed, "So you wanted to get married in the middle of a very active armed conflict." It was a statement, an annoyed one at that. "If there are any priests, I think they are busy healing the woulded and making the dying more comfortable."

OOC: I'll just assume that Flogir allowed James to fight.

James, running.

James after getting his 'orders', he scoffed at the thought, he did what he wanted and nothing else, had raced off towards the temple area. As he was running, he was contemplating on what he should use, 'hmm, the bow...gah I lack poison for the arrows, alternatively I could always use some of the brandy bottles along with that weak fireball I learnt last week...naw I've yet to see what a double barrelled sawn-off shotgun can do in close quarters', after this disturbing train of thoughts, he loaded two of his precious cartridges into the gun, before giving it an almost loving pat.

He stopped in front of an imperial, who looked pale...decidedly pale 'must be a vamp then', "yo dude", he said, "are we gonna stand here like a pair of FNG's, or shall we go in there and split some wigs", he asked with a smirk, 'hah let's see if he can understand that...sometimes earths slang is too good to use'


OOC:Yes Telina did notice, however for some reason the multiquote thing didn't work. Now let's hope Ian doesn't get too big a headache, or try to kill poor James

BTW: James don't have many rounds left for his favourite weapon of destruction, so he wont use it too much.

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OCC: Okay, so she did notice but didn't reply to the unofficial "voice of reason" of the younger party members. Dang, I've got to go (Mom is present this morning and she isn't as lenient as Dad, especiialy since we've got a test at school).

Ian

He studied the boy who suddenly showed up. Ian strongly suppected there was some obscenity in the acronym, but didn't pay it much mind. "I don't know where you're intending to go, but we're about to leave."

Turning his attention back to Rahvin and Brianna, the vampire quipped slightly. "Whatever you two intend to do, don't start getting fatalistic, that's the job for realists, not lovers." He nodded to Cerpin and the Narza'Tai, and they all turned to the master of the gates.

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Flint Ironwood.

The giant blast knocked most of them off their feet. Fortunately, the massive siege engines were far too....massive to be moved.
,,What the heck was that?" Flint grumbled as he jumped back up and dusted off his cloak. He then noticed a slight ache in the knee.
,,Gah, figures. Better not overdue it for the next few minutes." He then heard Telina's shouted threat and decided to intervene.

,,Odrik, there is an extremely dangerous mage on the loose. I..." He tried to tell the siege master. Odrik nodded and interupted the Breton with a few barked orders.
,,Hurry with the loading! Sand, bricks, shards of glass, anything that's painful and willing to fly! Spread your shots people, our target may or may not be invisible!"

Flint nodded with a wry grin.
,,Read my thoughts, I see. I doubt it will kill the mage, but it should distract her for a bit and give our mage a better chance. In the meantime, any other casualties are a nice bonus."