Dan

Hm, I'm actually beggining to like this boy. He reminds me of myself when I was young.

"Glad to make your acquaintance lad. James is it? A good, powerful name. Kind of like Dan. By the way, I don't think I've presented myself. The name's Dan, though some have called me Dan the Tongueless. I've made sure those people have lost more than their tongues however." Dan said with a glare.

He got pretty upset whenever someone reminded him he didn't have a tongue. Even though he had lived without his tongue for quite some time he had never really gotten used to it. He had never really felt as if the tongue wasn't there in the first place, like some people do after they've lost a leg or an arm and come to terms with it. Still, he had found someone who had lost someone as well. Something just as dear.

"To tell you why I ran off like that. I remember pretty clearly that I was looking at the walls, and had seen someone who was somewhat dear to me drop dead. Afterwards everything was a blur. Then your explosion woke me up. Quite some spells you're packing, James." Dan said with a purely Nordic laugh. Only Nords could laugh at things like this.

James.

'Damn old coot's actually starting to warm up on me'. "So Dan was it, ah well, I guess I wont be making fun of you lacking a tongue, after all I rather keep myself in a fine shape mind you", he said with a grin.

"And...well, I guess I understand why you took off like that, I did something similar when I was eleven...after I burned down the school that is", he said with a trange half sob-half laugh 'damn I'm in the middle of a bloody fight and I'm having an emo moment', he cursed for himself.

"And the stuff I did wasn't spells, here", he said patting his shotgun, "this is a shotgun, which shoots a small cartridge with dozens of small metal balls capable of blowing a hole twice as big as a mans head in someone, and the other thing I did, was just to add a little bit of cloth to a bottle of brandy to use as a fuse, before lighting it and throwing it away...makes a pretty good boom", he finished...'if that doesn't confuse him I'll actually admit to him that he's warming up to me'



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Flint Ironwood.

The flurry of jumps and spells had left him tired and dizzy. On top of that, his chest hurt with every breath he took.
,,That's gonna be one huge bruise. No broken ribs, fortunately." He noted. He could see the battle was going badly. Not only was the breach being conquered, more and more ladders rose up to the walls.
,,Hey, Odrik! We're not doing very well here!" Flint shouted over the chaos. The Bruman didn't acknowledge the man's words. Instead he cast a glance at the battlefield, cleaved the skull of a bandit and pushed away a ladder, took another glance, then turned towards his crew with a look of resignation.
,,Alright fellas! Sparky, you still around?!" He yelled.

The single mage bounded up to his leader, escorted by four soldiers holding pikes.
,,Present, sir!" Odrik nodded, grim.
,,Alright. Cancel the ward on the first Siege engine. We'll push it off the wall and let it explode. Let's hope it brings us a bit of a breather." He ordered.


And so it was done. With combined effort, the Siege crew somehow managed to hold their position for the moment while sacrificing one of their mighty engines of destruction. The heavy construct toppled over the walls, crashing down into the mob below. Barely a moment after, the spells it had been enchanted with detonated, sending a hail of burning wood everywhere in a horizontally expanding ring.

Flint stood on the walls, trying to rest as much as he could before his section came under attack again.
,,Wow, I definitely didn't expect him to do that." He muttered. Odrik had turned away from his men and rushed to wipe off his tears.
,,Ah, Meimi. I'll miss you, dear."



OOC: Yup, the guy cries over a Trebuchet.

OOC: I think Satyana should do it! I mean as she gets that book.....hmmm yeah, I definitely think Satyana should do it! Or Issac?

Satyana

Satyana rose her head just in time to watch Salina push that spear into Telina´s chest.....

"NOOOO!" she cried out loud

Issac....tell me this isn´t happening, tell me it´s that cursed with who died, not Aunt Telina

OCC: Well, I'm too lazy to change that (sue me). I'll move the Plys'Iea over since Ian and a bunch of armed people are going after Mannimarco (Curse you Priest, even after you're birthday you're still gone).
Someone needs to take Mannimarco or a good deal isn't going to get done.

Plys'Iea

Reverberations from the nearby battle caught the alien's attention. Cautiously, he made his way in the direction of the gates. With his spines he felt the explosions and whooses of powerful spells, and then "saw" one Dunmer woman thrust a spear into another.

Lowering himself to all fours, he scrambled around the pieces of masonry and rubble toward the fighting. From behind the bloodied elven woman, he rose up his angular snake-like head two full heads higher than hers.
The warrior snorted, "A fine kill." The short phrase was a heavy hiss, one of the few snippets of Tamrielic he could manage. "If only the others were like you," He switched to Argonian, holding little hope the Dunmer would be able to understand.

Salina.

Salina looked at the large figure before her. Raising an eyebrow, "indeed, say whose side are you on, beacuse it would be a loathe to roast you", she said, as she played with the fireball she held ready,

Plys'Iea

He hissed in Argonian again, "My allegiance is to the Silhoutte, War Leader of the Akaviri." When a trebuchet toppled over the wall and exploded, the alien crouched and allowed for his plated arms to take the brunt of the shrapnel, though the countless goblins and some of the bandits weren't so lucky.

"Shall we press the press forward, or hold this area until more fodder appears?" The warrior asked, pulling his staff from his back.

"I see now reason to why we should honor these vermin who believes they can win by fighting them...let them slaughter the fodder for some time, and when they believe victory is theirs, we strike and crush the resistance in one swift stroke" Salina said, as she snapped of a boneshatter curse towards the defenders in the breach, and watched with satisfaction as a mans head was shredded due to his bones shattering outwards with force.


OOC:Nasty.

Issac, seeing Salina and Plys'Iea

He turned his gaze to where the murderess was and immediately noticed the alien beside her. The Altmer managed to hear what was being said, Tamrielic-wise. Then the loathsome Dunmer lobbed a curse a poor soldier, which served to punctuate the graveness of the situation.

Then when Satyana cried out, the alien looked up at them, studying them intently. "Satyana, Telina is dead; there's nothing we can do about it but survive long enough to get a chance to do so." Issac said gently, mostly as not to be too harsh, but partly because the Plys'Iea had definitly noticed them.

Casting a feather spell on both Satyana and Telina, he scooped up the dunmer's corpse and started to stand. "We have to get back to the others now."

Plys'Iea

As the Altmer started to move, the alien hissed. "An audience of ours is trying to miss out on the rest of the peformance." He pointed his staff at Issac and Satyana.

James.

James, swore several colorfull curses, when the head of a soldier standing beside him exploded in a gory glory (pun intended). Wiping the blood from his eyes, he saw a dark elf...girl...woman he couldn't decide, standing with her arm outstretched and a pleased smirk on her face next to some sort of alien.

He studied the alien thing...what wouldn't he do to calim to have killed an alien, 'sucker is going down', he tought, as he snuck towards the two figures. The breach which was momentarily empty of enemies, provided exellent cover, and so James laid down on the ground, and aimed his shotgun towards the alien and fired.

Of course with the distance, it wasn't easy to hit either of the two figures (especially when the barrel was sawn off), and so it was quite amusing and irritating at the same time to watch the small bullets, completely miss the two figures, and mow down five armoured goblins satnding a few feet behind them.

Laughing like a maniac, James hastily reloaded, before running like hell back to the good guys. "Fetch as many barrels of oil and brandy along with firewood as you can", he yelled at the defenders, while firing another salvo of two shots against Mr.Alien and Miss.Sexy wench as he called the two persons who he had tried to kill, predictably he once again missed them, altough there was a nord a few feet to the left of them, who was writhing on the ground complaining on his missing lower legs.

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Dan, recovered

As Dan stood up he could feel his leg was getting better. If he put a lot of effort into it perhaps he could even run. As he stood he surveyed the current state of the battle. After a lengthy melee the forces of the Silhouette seemed to have retreated from the breach, leaving it littered with the bloody remains of the dead. Dan could see numberless corpses lying about, each one hacked apart savagely more or less. He could see both members of the coallition defending the city and members of the Silhouette's great host.

For the moment, it seemed the fighting had come to a pause. The defense of the breach however required a steep price in blood, both the enemy's and their own. Dan knew that at least one small puddle of blood belonged to himself, from the time he had been wrestled down and nearly killed by goblins and an assortment of other unpleasant creatures.

Dan could also see his new found companion shooting off a few rounds from his strange weapon. Dan called it "boom-staff" because of the slight resemblance it bore to a staff. He didn't really know what to call James' exploding bottles. James himself called them "Molo-something cocktails". Odd name, in Dan's ears.

Among the wounded and many dead being carried off he could also see the Dunmer woman who had joined the battle at about the same time as himself. An Altmer together with a young woman were carrying the remains of the Dunmer. By the sadness on their faces, he could see that they had known the Dunmer.

To Dan's eyes came a more worrying sight however. The Imperial Soldiers all around the breach seemed to be really anxious to sally forth and counter-attack the forces of the Silhouette, now that they had been apparently weakened. Dan however knew that only death could come from such an attempt, after having seen what numbers the Silhouette could throw at the Imperial City just to destroy a segment of wall.

James, shouting orders.


Some of the soldiers, had done as james advised, and now they had a good few barrels with oil or brandy with them. "Alright you bloody soldiers, I want you to place the barrels in the breach, and make sure you make a small hole in them, and I want it done yesterday", he barked out...'no one said that learning from a former army drill seargant don't rub off on you' James tought for himself, as men started to stab holes in the barrels, before rolling them into the breach.

"Dan, I want you to take the last of my five brandy bottles, pull the cork off them, then you take a bit of cloth, drench it in brandy before you put it in the flask opening", James said to Dan as he handed him his last brandy bottles...'it's heartbreaking really' he tought.

Turning his attention back to the breach, james beagan to throw as many pieces of wood into it as he could...when the enemy started to scale the breach again they'd be in for a nasty surprise.


Salina.

Salina looked at the group of goblins who seemed to be rather hesitant to go near the breach, after that crazy kid, had used some type of staff to kill several of their numbers with a big bang. "Get into that breach and kill them all", she snarled at a nearby goblin, eviscerating another one with her sword to prove a point, with a smile she ralized that it had worked, as they ran towards the breach with guttering warcry's again.

Dan

With a quick nodd Dan got to it and started putting cloths into the bottles from whatever he could find lying around. He used bandages and even some coppies of the Black Horse Courier he had found nearby. Before putting the cloths and papers into the bottles however he took a quick sip out of one of them.

A shame to do this, but all's fair in love and war.

Dan then put the bottles inside the barrels. After making sure they were all well in place, he rejoined the rest of the group.

Flint Ironwood, annoying people.

Flint jumped down from the walls. The siege crew had begun to relocate their mighty engines of destruction, back to a place where they could fire without fear of retaliation. He walked right up to James and gestured at the barrels.
,,More exploding things? Forgive me sir, but we don't need a countermeasure that widens the gap. Sure, you'll knock out a few enemies, but for each you take down, a dozen will take its place. We don't want to make the gap wider! Or do you think we can just pile rocks down there in a handflick, after you're done making things worse?" He spoke sharply. His eyes then wandered upwards.
,,Pile rocks, handflick?" He muttered to himself. He was debating whether or not to smash a building and use its materials to pile a crude wall into place.

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James.

James looked at the breton mage with a smile. "I have it on personal experience that the blast wont be enough to widen the gap, however with the holes in the barrels, as well as the angle of the breach, highly flamable liquid is now seeping down towards the enemy, so when we torch it, we're going to have a wall of fire protecting the breach, all we need to make sure then is to keep frost spells away from it".

He turned towards the guy with the siege engines. "Oi you, I have a little presant for you", he said gesticulating to a barrel. "light the piece of cloth, and then use the catapult thingy to throw it into the enemy, and blast them all the way home to alabama", James said with a smirk, as he put a barrel down at the feet of the man.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint was still sceptic, but he shrugged and accepted it. People were just plain stubborn nowadays. Not that he was any different.
,,Fine, we'll see how it pans out. But I'll have a makeshift bick wall ready just in case. Right after I smash that house over there." He replied to James and walked away.

Odrik. (Think I should make him into an actual character? He's become more than just another NPC.)

Odrik looked questioningly at the barrel, then waved one of his men to pick it up.
,,Thank you for the gift, I guess. Alright men, hurry up with the packing! We don't know how long we have till the next attack!"

James

Lovely, there goes that piece of shade as well, James muttered, "yeah whatever, just hurry it up will you, and help me throw more burnable wood into the breach.

"You catapult guy, remember to put the piece of cloth on fire, before you fire the damn thing alrigt", jJames yelled. 'Bloody guys probably never would have survived ithout me to babysit them...shuld probably snatch as many coin purses and possible then run the hell out of here', he continued his muttering for some time, mostly around the same subjects.

OOC: AS you can see he's full of himself.

Flogir

Flogir had been keeping a stead eye on the battle going on around him. When the walls were breached, Flogir called out to Altair.

"Altair, I need to get down to that breach! Look after things here!"

With that he went down to the breach and found that a spiky haired youth was ordering people around.

"What's going here? Why are there barrels lying in the breach?" he questioned in an annoyed fashion. As a joint commander he felt that he should know everything that was going on all the time.


Amrita

Amrita had made it back to the walls to see that Salina had showed up and began fighting her sister. "Heh, looks like they'll finally finish this feud. 'Bout time too. All I ever heard from Salina was "Telina this, Telina that". I got so annoying!"

Amrita was glad she didn't live with the Dunmer anymore, sure the magic training had been more than benefical but Salina's personality just annoyed her. She held no affinity to seeing her die. In fact, she wouldn't mind if Telina finally did the job.

Yet, when Salina tricked Telina and managed to kill her, she couldn't help but chuckle quietly. Salina still had it she had to admit.

An idea struck her then. Perhaps she could build a bond of some sorts with her sister if she helped to avenge Telina. If anyone knew how Salina fought, it would be her. Plus she didn't know about the new tricks Veric had given her.

James.

James turned to see a man demanding to know what was going on...'superiority complex', eh tought.

"Well sir, we're just going to have a nice barbeque with the next wave. When the enemy starts scaling the breah, we'll simply put the barrels of brandy on fire, and then we can settle around and have a big bonnfire and sing kumbayahs", he finished with his usual smirk...'shame we don't have marshmellows' he chuckled.

Flogir

Flogir's eyes narrowed. This youth definitely had a mouth on his. His appearance also indicated that he was a commoner (though an odd looking one at that).

"Well, you're idea sounds doable but I'd appreciate it if you cut out the sarcasm," he instructed the youth before turning to Flint and Odrik.

"How are things going down here? Will we still be able to hold this breach or must we come up with something else?