Flogir

Flogir thanked Flint for his help. "It's merely exhaustion, Flint, I'll be fine after some rest."

Flogir scanned beyond the walls and noticed that Flint was correct, all the undead went back to just being dead. Flogir grinned. "Looks like Ian and his companion were successful in their mission, now things become a bit less complicated. We only have one enemy to deal with now."

His attention returned back to Flint. "Well if you say you want to fill up that breach, go ahead. I won't stop you."

OCC: Perhaps, I'm a little melodramatic, but it shouldn't be too-over-the-top. Don't forget the dead people in the military camp, they have yet to be discovered....

Morrowind Soldiers

Many of the soldiers stared in wonder as hundreds of undead birds fell to the ground. The sight of the hidious abominations suddenly disposed of filled them with relief. The news of the end of the necromancer threat spread quickly, from those soldiers near Flint and Commander Flogir.

Without orders, several soldiers dispersed to tell their fellows, the relief clouding their judgment for the moment. As a group of three ran between the ruins, one tripped over a piece of masonry in his haste. When he got back to his feet the soldier noticed a great many things strewn around him.

"What in Oblivion!?" The other two halted and looked..... Their boosted morale disentegrated instantly. For there were over thirty mutilated corpses around them. All were in pieces, shattered ribs jutted from their chests, limbs bent in unnatural directs, savage bite marks were also present.
One of the soldiers was a veteran from the initail battle between the Silhoutte and the Morrowind Army. He knew exactly what had massacred all of these civilians, that nightmare thing allied with the Silhoutte. The soldier took a step back, the images of the guards upon the wall being thrown to thier deaths and the monster ripping their throats out; coupled with these massacred civilians banished any hope he or his companions had felt moments ago.

"Run....." He gasped hoarsely, taking a tunring step. "Run, run, run!" His fellow soldiers broke out of their horrified stupers and needn't any further urging. The trio ran, scrampled mostly, as they seem to have lost their footwork, back to the gates yelling hoarsely at those still gathered there....

Ian

As Mannimarco tried and failed to get his heroes to assits him, the Narza'Tai approached. Those armed with crossbows shot the heroes until they were in pieces, maintaining their impassive personas. Now the only creatures in the Temple District that were alive were Ian, Cerpin, the Narza'Tai, and Mannimarco. All of the former were arrayed around the latter, all ready to kill him where he lay.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Nov 10 2007, 08:31 PM

Mannimarco

,,Well? What are you waiting for?" Mannimarco spat at his executioners.
,,Know one thing. I'll be back. I'll return, no matter how often you banish me. For I, AM IMMORTAL!"

OOC: Mannimarco has just gotten himself on my list of people to soultrap in Oblivion. He's got too much control over death.


Flint:

Flint gave a curt nod and walked to the breach where he rounded up a few who were willing to help him carry rocks. Not because they enjoyed this task after the draining battle, but because they were unwilling to go through that nightmare again.

,,This shouldn't take long." The old Breton spoke when three soldiers scurried within earshot.
,,Run! Run!" They shouted. Flint cast an annoyed frown which he pushed away. This was war, not a place to get cranky.
,,Though Flogir could use his rest. Guess I'll get involved." He reasoned and walked up to meet them quickly.

,,Alright, calm down!" He shouted, grabbing one of the Dunmer by the arm.
,,What's going on? Why are you so panicked? Come on, answer me and get a hold of yourself! We're in a war here, we can't afford to lose our minds!"

Dan, with Amrita and Rann

"Well, if we are to slay this wretched creature, then we must somehow find it. Knowing its behaviour however, I think it shall find us, not the other way around. When it does however, we must somehow sever those appendages on its back. Thus left in a weakened state, the beast would have two options: fight and die or run for its life." Dan said as he looked firmly at the two brothers.

Several screams could be heard however. From the raspy voices, a few Dunmer warriors were shouting heartily. What Dan was hearing was not a shout of joy however, but of utter fear and terror. That could only mean one thing, the beast was near.

"I suggest we lose no time. Let the hunt begin!" Dan said telepathically as he unsheathed his blade and ran off in the dirrection of the screams.

Time to finish the fight, once and for all.

Morrowind Soldiers-

The soldier struggled to free himself. "You think we're safe? You think this is still a war? You fools!"

His companions didn't stop for him, they ran past the men sealing the breach and into Talos Plaza.
"We're all trapped here, stuck with that thing! Oh God, I don't want to die here!"

The soldier clumsily drew his sword. "Yo- you can't keep me here, I.. Nothing can keep me in this godforsaken pit!"
He let loose a cry of rage and desperation, and swung his blade like an rabid animal.

Plys'Iea-

Even though he was too far away to see the results of his work, the hunter could hear the screaming and crazed yells.
On the roof of a derelict stucture, he rose to his full hieght.

Raising his head to aim at the heavens, the alien released a terrifying roar of bloodlust.
The call echoed throughout the city, and across Lake Rumare.

Beyond the walls of Green Emporer Way, Tseaci, goblins, orcs, and ogres were roused into a new level of primal aggression.
The Silhoutte only needed to release them and they would throw themselves at the enemy lines until the enemy was eradicated.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint was shaken off easily. He hadn't expected an attack though, so he left himself completely exposed. The sword smacked against his midrif, forcing the air out of his lungs, cutting the black outer fabric, creating a shallow crack in the glass and finally making the Breton lose any resemblance of a defence. The soldier was out of control and raised his sword for the deadblow.
,,I must escape!" He hollered and with white knuckles from the effort with which he gripped his blade he stabbed down.

Flint thought it would have been the end of him but to his amazement, the Dunmer jerked to the left and missed him completely. He let out a gurgle and collapsed on the ground. Dead.

,,It was about time I came to take a look at how the situation has progressed up here." A familiar voice hissed arrogantly. Flint watched dumbfounded as Green-Root calmly recocked the crossbow he'd borrowed from the Narza'Tai. The more familiar spear sat on his back.
,,Tsk, even your own army tries to kill you. You'd better be careful, friend." The Argonian mocked. Flint frowned as he glanced at the bolt sticking out of the Dunmer's back. It hadn't been a clean shot, but the poison had finished what the not instantly fatal wound could not.
,,Did you just save my life? I can't believe it." He grumbled.

Green-Root shrugged.
,,Think what you will. But I believe you have more pressing matters to worry about than me. Hear that outside? I'd say they're getting ready for another assault." He hissed, then grinned a toothbaring smirk.
,,We'd better prepare, don't you think?"

Flint noted the word 'we', but chose not to answer. Instead he ran back to the breach and redoubled his efforts at rebuilding, adding some Telekinesis into the mix wherever possible. He'd been hoping to save his reserves, but now he thought otherwise.

In the meantime, Green-Root had turned and watched the Plys'Iea standing on top of a ruined building.
,,That's one persistent customer."

Ian-

The vampire stepped toward Mannimarco. "We shall be waiting."
Ian rammed a single blade just below the sternum, and used all of his magicka into burning the necromancer alive.

Karn-

It was dusk now, the sky was a bloody scarlet. Karn wished the sky appeared like that all the time, but he dismissed the useless thought.

He and many of his followers watched the events taking place at the breach. "Keep the Silhoutte's forces away from the breach while they work. Only engage in melee if absolutely necessary."

Three groups broke off without a word, some armed with longbows while others had shortblades and daggers.

The archers tool positions on the battlements and the dervishes remained invisible and arrayed themselves before the breach.
None of the soldiers working on the hole took notice of the sient assassins.

Karn didn't turn to speak those around him. "Prepare some extra space in the sewers, we may need it in a matter of hours."
And then the Sensei was alone on the roof. He watched the men and women below, and let out a weary sigh.

Mannimarco

Mannimarco howled in agony, but no sound came from his boiling lungs.
,,You vampire, I will get you one day!" He thought as his charred remains crumbled under the searing flames and turned to ash.

A lone bird landed on the branch of a dead tree, skipping its head back and forth nervously. Then, it began to sing. Life was set on reconquering the wasteland the Necromancer had left behind.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint and the Brumans worked with the energy of fear, with the pumping of adrenaline in their veins. Soon, the breach was filled with a loose pile of rubble.

Flint panted and wiped the sweat off his brow as he surveyed the crude structure. The loose bricks would mean the barricade could be removed by the opposing force, though he doubted said force had the patience to do that while under constant fire from the archers. They would try to storm across the pile. The Breton cast a grim eye.
,,Let them. Let them try and twist their ankles on the loose rubble."


Green-Root, at the Breach (Yes, he's back!)

Root gazed at the Plys'Iea while he twirled his spear mindlessly in a figure eight to loosen his muscles.
,,Looks vaguely Argonian, but it clearly isn't." He murmured and sniffed the winds.
,,Doesn't smell like anything I know either. Doesn't feel like it is from Tamriel or even Nirn." He kept his thoughts to himself and glanced over his shoulder at Flint and the former breach.
,,They've been paying with their blood and sweat for this city that is not their home. I sure hope this will be over soon. The siege must be broken, before they all loose hope and our only option is to flee."

Ian

As the ashes of Mannimarco's remaons scattered, Ian flicked his blade clean of the blood and other contaminants.

"Let's return to Green Emporer Way, they need every able person there for defense." The vampire said, thankful that one obstacle was out of the way for now.

"Are the others alright?". Kirana asked as the Narza'Tai formed up to leave.
"We shall see in a few minutes," Ian replied.

Cerpin

Cerpin began to follow the others, but not before pausing to spit on the small pile of ash that once was Mannimarco.

We both wanted immortality, necromancer, but for very different reasons. You wanted to live forever becausee you feared death. I want immortality because I love ending pathetic lives like yours.

After they walked in silence for some time, Cerpin finally spoke, "Kirana, my offer still stands. I can provide you with a body if you so choose."

Rann

Rann followed Dan, not taking the time to see if Amrita was following. Dan had a bit of a head start, but Rann soon closed the distance so that he was running alongside the telepath. He spotted the Plys'Iea standing tall atop a building.

You face him outright, he thought, knowing that Dan could hear, I'll be sneaking around nearby.

With that, Rann took the next alleyway out of the beast's sight, and stopped for a moment to plan his next course of action.

Amrita

Amrita decided to tag along, seeing as there was nothing better to do. This beast was a threat to everyone's lives so the sooner they got rid of it, the better it would be. Plus, if the situation grew to be too costly, she'd simply use the mute as a decoy and get Rann and herself out of there.

As Rann broke away from Dan, Amrita decided to head the opposite way, hoping that a three point attack would work nicely. She knew the beast would be able to locate them due to appendages, but the sooner they were taken out, the better.

OCC: I don't intend for the Plys'Iea to die just yet, at least not until the final battle. Since Cerpin has Mannimarco's old body, should that alarm those who've seen Mannimarco before?

Plys'Iea

Rather than remain where he was, the hunter leapt from one roof to the other. He was not surprise when the taxed roofing crumbled beneath his weight. However, the floor beneath it didn't give to his wieght, a fact he'd been counting on.

While the alien's size and wieght was similar to an ogre, he was much less clumsy than such brutes. His footfalls were reduced to dull thuds, had one not heard the roof give in the first place, they'd be unaware he was in this building now.
No more open battles, now they must play by my terms. The hunter thought as he picked his almost silent way through the second floor of the office building.

Kirana and Ian

The vampire glanced at Cerpin, and one could have expected Kirana's voice to come from Ian's mouth. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but my choice still stands as well...."
Ian put in, "If Kirana wanted a body, she'd want her old one, and that was burned on a pyre about a week ago when she died."

"Being inside a vampire I know well is hundreds of times better than being trapped in that cursed soulgem." She said as the party passed through the gates into Green Emporer Way. Many of the soldiers were tense, but gave them stiff, but grateful nods.
In spite of the dire army outside, they were thankful for the dustruction of Mannimarco. The Narza'Tai silently left them, gliding off to Devines-knew-where. The vampire angled to go to the breach in the wall not too far away, not expecting Cerpin to follow or go his own seprate way for now.

Dan

While Dan was running with Rann close behind them on the streets, the alien creature was jumping from rooftop to rooftop. After a vault however, the roof of the building the creature landed on crumbled, making the beast land inside. The creature was trapped inside, and it was as good a time as any other to corner and slay it.

Yet a cornered beast is more dangerous than a beast on open ground, as are most men.

While Dan thought about what to do, he could hear the thoughts of Rann, suggesting a plan of sorts. The Dunmer trailed off, telling Dan to face the creature outright while he and his sister tried to surprise it. The training Dan had received in telepathy also included limited mind-reading, but only if the one who was thinking was expressly transmitting something to Dan like cursing him or, like in this case, proposing a plan. He could read someone's mind and predict their actions. Besides the limited mind-reading, Dan also knew how to communicate by way of mind, as he had clearly shown time and time again.

"I'll give you enough time to circle around. Let us hope I can coax it out of this building and into the open." Dan said telepathically as he knocked down the door of the building with his sword.

Everything was dark inside. What candles or torches had been lit in the past were now extinguished. The residents of the building had fled long ago, probably when the siege began. As Dan entered he could spot Rann's sister, Amrita, running in an other direction, presumably to surround the beast. With small steps, Dan entered the building.

It's time to finish this ye beast. There are no distractions now, just the hunter and the hunted.

Plys'Iea

The alien stopped, feeling the old, yet familiar pressure of telepathy. He remembered the sensation well, when he'd encountered psionists during the war this pressure was always present, telltale. Without pausing to think, the hunter spread his arms along the walls of the room he was in.

As long as he did not strain the structure too much like he'd done by jumping onto the roof, the wall should support his wieght. In a matter of seconds, the alien reached the ceiling, his neck arced back so he could see everything on the floor.
While not a telepath himself, the hunter knew powerful thoughts and emotions could be picked up by any psychic. Often times the latter could prove distracting for any psionist in question. To stalk the hunter is most unwise, especially when one does not understand the hunter.....

He focused, pushing the thought to the surface of his mind so the telepath could hear. All was quiet in the house.... except for three sets of footfalls.

Cerpin

Cerpin nodded, not understanding how one could be content with such a...helpless existence. It was worse than no existence at all. He shrugged, both in response to Kirana and to his own inner musings. It was her existence, not his after all.

"Just know that if you ever change your mind, you can find me."

He didn't know where his altruism came from, but he assumed that it was out of the enormous respect he had for both Ian and Kirana. If they had met under different circumstances, he could imagine them being his enemies; yellow-eyed body snatchers weren't always the favorites of honorable folks like Ian and Kirana. But even if they were enemies, Cerpin knew that his respect for the pair would be just the same if not stronger.

Rann

Rann climbed a drain pipe and began running at a low crouch along the rooftops, trying to get closer to the large building that the Plys'Iea was perched upon. As he neared it though, the beast began hopping roofs of his own. It was coming towards him, so Rann immediately hid behind the chimney.

Rann heard a loud noise, and peeked around his chimney to see that the roof of the building next to him had collapsed. Rann pulled out his bow, but suddenly realized how useless it was with no arrows left to fire. He slung the weapon back over his shoulder as he thought to plan his next action.

He decided to hang back for now; wait until he heard sounds of battle and come into the fight when he found it most opportune.

Ian and Kirana

The vampire nodded to Cerpin as he walked toward the breach. "I will" Kirana replied, sincerely.

As they made their way to the breach, Kirana said. "I know you haven't told Issac, Satyana, or Rann that I'm not in Aetherius or Oblivion."
Ian didn't reply, knowing Kirana had more to say. "It'll be best if they remain ignorant, the truth won't help them in anyway, the fewer people that know, the better."

"Very well," He answered, spotting Issac, Satyana, Green-Root, and Flint near the crudely sealed breach. "Issac and Satyana appear well; I hope they stay together, they make such a sweet couple."
"That they do. I don't see how they could fall apart, they've proven to be nigh-inseparable."

"Flint!" Ian called as he approached from a distance to the old Breton. When he got closer, the vampire said. "Mannimarco poses no threat for now; I'm sure the Narza'Tai are capable of hunting down his followers."
Ian noticed the multitude of corpses littered around them, he cocked an eyebrow. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

Flint Ironwood.

Flint looked up as Ian spoke to him. They were standing on top of the filled breach. The breton cast a wry grin and shrugged.
,,Interesting? Heh, well a lot of things happened here. First off, Green-Root has aparently found it needed to resurface." The grin faded as he mentioned the Argonian. If they weren't too busy with the war, he would have made sure the lizard was locked behind bars and remained there.
,,Other than that, we filled up the breach finally, and all the zombies just keeled over. That wouldn't be because the Head Necromancer is gone, would it?"

He gave a thumb's up.
,,Well, good work all. Now that's one worry less. Now let's make sure we get rid of the Silhouette as well." He said with fake enthusiasm and levelled his gaze back on the massive army that opposed them. So far, they'd been lucky that there had been no attack, yet he could see that it wouldn't last long. The mob was so pumped up, it would attack on its own soon, even without orders. He didn't see how they could possibly last long.

He closed his eyes for a moment and grimaced.
,,We've lost too much. Mannimarco was a threat, yes, but he also kept the Sil occupied. Now we no longer have that luxury. And we lost too much power. Telina, Serene, Brianna and Rahvin, Astratus, the Bruman Commander, so many others whose face I don't even recall. And even Flogir is out now, though he keeps up the courage by claiming otherwise. Dammit!"

Green-Root.

Green-Root mimicked Flint's grimace, though he didn't know it. He'd gotten to the same conclusion on his own.
,,The chance that we'll live is small. But even if we die here, the Narza'Tai will live. They'll protect Tamriel, strike down all threats. Eventually....Eventually." He thought. He then turned to the breach and made his way to the frontlines.
,,If I am to die, I won't go out by myself. I'll take some of you monsters with me." With a silent roar of power, his spear shifted to its Daedric form.
,,Come on and attack, if you dare. It will cost you dearly....Silhouette. By the time this ends, you'll cry." He spat.



OOC: Just creating some dramatic tension. So, when are we going to perform the final fight?

OOC: Since I forgot that Rahvin and Brianna were actually with Cerpin and Ian before they went off to kill Mannimarco, minque and I have to play catch up with them. I also have Aerona....

Rahvin

When Ian, Cerpin, and the small contingent of Narza'Tai entered the Temple District, Brianna moved as if to follow them, but Rahvin held her back, and the others didn't seem to notice as they made their way towards their objective.

"We shouldn't be so selfish," he explained, "Trying to get married while our friends and family fight around us. We should go back and help out at the breach."

As far as I'm concerned, we're married already. I don't need a ceremony to tell me that.

Rahvin took her hand as they walked back towards the main battle...

Aerona

Aerona was still sitting outside the cellar door that contained the transforming Eurod. She was sure that he wasn't getting out, but since Satyana, Issac, and the others had left her, she didn't have much else to do but 'stand guard.'

Then she spotted Brianna and Rahvin out of the corner of her eye. "Rahvin! Brianna!" she called out, standing up and moving quickly to join them.

Karn

The assassins at the breach retreated back into the city, those around Karn dispersed, leaving the sensei to himself. The dunmer dropped down to the street and approached the others gathering around the breach. Karn wore different armor now, leather with glass reinforcement.

His chain-whip was attached to his right guantlet, coiled up the length of his arm. He stopped beside Green-Root, looking over Talos Plaza. "I do believe that the poison you and your foster group planted should be taking affect anytime now."
Before the Argonian could reply, Karn muttered, "Not that it will quite slice their number in half."

Issac

The Altmer looked up from where he and Satyan were resting. Seeing Ian return lifted some of the tension from his shoulders; then he spotted Karn...... An idea struck him, he glanced at Satyana, resting her eyes for a moment beside him.

Without a second thought, Issac rose and strode to the sensei's side. "I need to talk with you," he said. The Dunmer studied him for a moment before nodding. "If you'll all excuse us," Karn said to the others walking away with Issac.

Brianna

She nodded, Rahvin was right....as always, she thought with a faint grin as she followed him firmly holding his hand. She got a feeling he didn´t care much about a ceremony to prove their love and at that moment she didn´t really mind.....the main thing was that they were together.

"Ok...just tell me how I can be of use" she said smiling

I´ll never let go of him.....

As she noticed Aerona approaching she waved at her, actually happy to meet the young vampire girl. But Aerona didn´t seem to feel so good, probably due to lack of nourishment.....

Ahh she doesn´t like sucking blood..now I remember! Hmmm I got to find a way to....help her out....I ..I did help Sadril...back then

"Aerona!....How are you?"




Satyana

"Issac! What are you doing? Please stay with me, I´m totally worn out"