Issac

He turned when Satyana called his name, I won't be gone for more than a minute. Issac answered, "I just need to talk to Karn, it won't take but a moment; trust me." He wasn't covering anything major up, just making an arrangement with Karn and then come back; they didn't even have to get out of sight.

Ian and Kirana

The vampire didn't turn around immediately, he did, however, raise an eyebrow. Ian had a feeling he knew what Issac was planning, it was smart given the circumstances. He wants Karn and the Narza'Tai to protect the remaining civilians and Satyana?

Yes, everyone knows by now that the chances of our victory are slimmer than ever before. Karn isn't quite the same murderer, a different flavor than before, he'll protect an investment in the future as much as we'll all protect civilization. Ian replied, deciding to step in.

He turned and said to Satyana. "Let Issac do this, he won't take long." The vampire reassured her, after the battle with Mannimarco he was particularly weary, giving his voice an appropriately fatherly tone.

The Silhouette.

He could feel the rage and hunger for blood that had taken hold of his army. Now was the time, he knew. This time, no oposition could break his troop's morale. They would all hurl themselves at the walls till they died to the last man and beast. But it wouldn't actually come so far. The walls would fall long before then.
,,Attack! Leave no man, woman or child alive!" He ordered and slowly, the dark mass that was his army went into motion. The goblins, the bandits and the general trash, all rushed at the walls. The only appearance of coordination was in his elite Tsaeci troops, who formed a thick wall before their master and advanced more slowly, ready to throw themselves into the front lines after the defenders had exhausted themselves against the first wave.

Small gaps appeared in the line of bandits as some fell to the nefarious poison the Narza'Tai had planted wherever they could. Yet the gaps were small, inconsequential even, and they filled up before anyone could notice.


Flint Ironwood.

Flint cursed under his breath.
,,Here we go. Better hope Flogir or Altair comes in and takes charge. We're going to need the morale boost a leader can bring." He thought before turning around.
,,Alright! All non-combatants, clear out! Archers, open fire as soon as they come within range! Don't aim, draw and shoot. It's impossible to miss. Melee, hold the walls! Trebuchets, fire!" He turned to the walls himself and raised Aleatoire.
,,I hate this war." He thought as the first boulder soared overhead.


Green-Root.

Green-Root nodded to Karn and levelled his spear as he joined the ranks of soldiers.
,,With your permission, I wish to fight on the front lines....master."

Flogir

Flogir regained his feet, fighting off the fatigue and weakness. He heard the battle cries of the enemy and their thunderous approach. He knew that the men needed him. Withdrawing Iceshard, Flogir returned to his former position nearby the breach, a grim yet determined look on his face.

He clapped Flint on the back as he stared out onto the oncoming horde. "Best of luck to you Flint. Where ever we end up meeting again, lets hope that it is somewhere peaceful and quiet," he said to his friend before he turned to the spearmen.

"I want you men to hold your ground, anything that comes over that breach gets a face full of steel, understood!?"

Dan, in the office building

After waiting for a few minutes in which he quietly listened and watched the room he was in, Dan thought about his next action. In front of him was a flight of stairs which led to the second level of the building, the one where the beast had landed. Before Dan could move however, he heard the thoughts of the alien, which unnerved Dan. In the pitch-black darkness of the room, all of Dan's senses, except seeing, were greatly augmented. In the state of tension he was now, he could even hear a pin falling on the floor. Slowly, he started advancing towards the stairs. The sounds of battle however could be heard in the distance. It seemed the forces of the Silhouette were attacking yet again. This time, Dan couldn't help in the main battle, not until this monster was dealt with. Thinking about his comrades which were trying to surround the beast, Dan climbed the stairs to the second floor of the building. There, he found yet another large room however this room had a large hole in the ceiling, from where the beast had fallen.

Looking around carefully, Dan couldn't see anything. Even though some light was coming from the hole in the ceiling, the room was still very dark, since the sun was hidden behind dark clouds.

How you have fallen, beast, if you are forced to hide from a bent old man. Nevertheless, you have felt my blade before, your flesh shall feel it again.

Despite Dan's show of confidence, he was secretly very worried that his allies wouldn't reach him in time, if the beast were to ambush him. In single combat, the beast was much faster than Dan could ever hope to be. Not knowing what to do, Dan braced himself, and prepared for the worse.

Karn

"Granted," He replied to Green-Root. The Dunmer unsheathed his blade, ready to take up the fight should the spearmen falter. Where there was one, five stood, copies and the original. "I do not think this is a particularly winnable battle."

Plys'Iea

As the telepath appeared and broadcasted a message to him, the alien watched impassively. He could comprehend the insulting manner the message was conveyed, but not the words themselves, so different was his psyche from the human's.

With surprising agility, his hands slipped off the cieling, and he launched himself like an armored missile at the floor. The alien struck the ground and rolled into an upright position, his staff in his hand. There were no threats exchanged, no more attempts at communication, this was the final stage of the hunt.
The staff whoosed down in a vertical, two-handed strike.

Green-Root, at the (filled-up with rocks) breach.

Green-Root sniffed the scent of tension that hung heavily in the air.
,,Then we'll simply have to make it winnable." He quipped. He gazed at the jagged form of his spear for a moment and admired the flames that always appeared to travel across the shaft and blade. It made his weapon look downright terrifying, even though the flames were just an illusion.
,,One way or another, there will be a lot of dead enemies by the end of the day." He crouched slightly and curled his fingers around the shaft.

He could hear the battlecries of the Silhouette's army now, they'd gotten close enough. He glanced to the left. There was Flogir, and Flint. The archers already pulled back their strings, ready to release as soon as the order was given.
,,One way or another, we'll make this winnable, one way or another."


Flint Ironwood.

Flint nodded to Flogir.
,,Wherever we meet. Indeed, it had better be peaceful and quiet because this is getting on my nerves. I'll buy you a drink then. For now, good luck." He spoke and marched over to the archers. Like them, his expertise lay in long-range engagements. He would leave the gritty close-up fighting to Flogir who was far better at it than he was.

He swept his eyes over the approaching ranks. They seemed to be close enough now.
,,Alright, here we go. ARCHERS.........FIRE!!!" He shouted. arrows shot out, blackening the sky for a moment, then they came down. Flint compacted the air in front of him into a dense cloud of needles and fired them as well. He was aiming to disable and kill now, not to knock some unlucky sods off their feet for a second. The carnage had begun.

Amrita

Amrita had found a storm drain on her side of the building, so she decided to shimmy up it. She peeked over the top of the building first, just to make sure that the beast wouldn't see her. She found no sign of the beast so she climbed to the top.

Once there, she noticed the huge hole in the roof. Obviously, the creature had entered the building. Just then she heard a thud beneath her. Something large had landed on the floor. Without hesitation, Amrita lept into the hole, noticing that Rann was coming from the other side of the roof as well. She landed in the room and found herself behind the creature.

She unleashed a stream of fire, aiming for the creature's back and exposed appendages.

Plys'Iea

He recoiled, his sensitive appendages picking up the heat forming on the witch's hands before the torent was fully unleashed. On instinct he threw himself to the side, his leftmost appendage was singed by the flames. The pain was excrutiating, but agony was not an unfamiliar companion to any of the Plys'Iea.

The alien roared in outrage, his spines suddenly fell, clinging to his back. In many milenia, evolution had blessed his kind with some control over their external organs. They displayed mood as well as their practical task of extra-sensory, but just as they could be extended to increase their sensitivity, they could also be made less sensitive.
Spinning so that his back was not exposed, he swung his staff in a counter-atteck.

Aerona

"I'm fine," she answered, falling into step beside Brianna, "Where are you two headed?"

Cerpin

Cerpin sat down beside Satyana when Issac left, leaning his head heavily against the wall. It was obvious that Mannimarco's injured hand was causing him intense pain, and that the power he had absorbed earlier needed some sort of release. Cerpin realized that he had to save it though. For when the time was right.



Rann

Rann, not being the most patient assassin, saw that Amrita had already engaged and couldn't help but join in. He stood atop the mostly-collapsed roof, peering over the edge to see that the alien was preparing to strike his sister with a forceful swing of his staff. Thinking quickly, he jumped down into the large room, landing atop the Plys'Iea. He lifted the enchanted dagger that Amrita gave him, preparing to deliver a few quick blows to the spines before he was inevitably thrown off.

Dan, fighting the Plys' Iea

In the blink of an eye, the beast was ambushed by Amrita, who burned its back using a spell. In obvious pain, the beast jumped to the side, brandishing its staff as it did. Right as it hit the ground however, Rann pounced on the creature from above, raising his dagger and preparing to stab the creature a few times.

Since Dan didn't want to hurt Rann by attacking the beast, he stood his ground for the moment. holding Balmung at the ready. After a few moments in which his immediate urge to slay the beast defeated his urge not to hurt Rann, Dan charged the alien and swung his sword at its leg, away from Dan. With a loud cling, the blade jumped back from the armoured shell which covered the creature. Still, a dent in its armour had been made.

Stepping back, Dan prepared for another attack.

Odrik, at the trebuchets.

Odrik paced back and forth, his eyes dashing between the working crew and the enemy horde.
,,Careful with those ropes! Come on, move those rocks quicker, you damn monkeys!" He barked. He tried to count the opposing force but gave up. There were simply too many of them.
,,Alright fellas, we'll load buckshot. That should smack some holes in them! Now stop yapping and get to work!"


Green-Root, at the walls.

The first line of Goblins had arrived. A particularly ugly specimen brandishing a dagger picked Green-Root as its victim. Green-Root didn't wait however and put it on his spear before it could get close.
,,Goblins, smelly little critters." He hissed and pushed the corpse off with a foot. A second Goblin swung a club at him and to his horror, the Argonian realized he wasn't going to dodge the blow, not while he still had that corpse weighing him down.

A shield came in and blocked it. Green-Root nodded to the Bruman by way of thanks and promptly stabbed a bandit in the eye that had tried to hack his ally to pieces. The two turned their faces back to the enemy and fought on with grim determination.

Flint Ironwood, on top of the walls.

Flint had been cursing under his breath for quite a while. He was running out of magicka too quick to last, and the archers were running low on arrows as well.
,,First guy to run out of arrows runs down and gets some noncombatants to start a supply-line! We need to keep firing continuously!" He ordered. A Dunmer promptly turned and dashed for the ladder.
,,Good lad."

The Breton looked at his staff. So far, his latest weapon had been less than reliable, so he didn't feel much for using it again. But there was little choice.
,,Ok, no singing, no pink clouds or any other funny stuff. Just do something usefull. Got that?" He snapped. The staff vibrated. Was that a yes or a no?
,,Oh well, let's find out."

Flint pointed his staff at the center of the enemy formation that was swarming the soldiers at the breach and gave a quick prayer before unleashing Aleatoire. A blinding flash erupted from the staff's tip. The wave of Goblins and bandits staggered, then they all began to jump around and dance. Flint sighed and smacked his staff against the cobblestones.
,,I said 'no funny stuff'. Do you have a hearing problem or something?" He snarled. When he looked again, he saw that the second line had gotten impatient and begun to cut down the dancing first line. Said first line promptly turned and fought back against the second.

Flint scratched the back of his head.
,,Ok, I take that back. Bandits fighting bandits. Now that's quite effective."

Jonathan Constantine

He had seen it. He'd seen the beast mutilate those soldiers and civilians. He felt their pain and anguish as he set idly by and watched the creature destroy their corpses. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was that feint remembering of a promise long past in a town called Chorrol that caused the anger to well up in a person that had deserted all hopes of life. Maybe.

The sweat slowly trickled down the drunk mans head as he cautiously stepped through the contorted bodies of the dead. He grieved, but did not show it as to show it constituted weakness. But then again, so did the booze. His hand however would not leave the aged bottle Cyrodillic Whiskey, or the rusted blade that loosely laid at his side. A hideous moan erupted from a body, casually impaled along a oaken stake. The words were incomprehensible to the drunk, but he knew what pain and suffering they represented.

His drunken stupor was interrupted by a monstrous howl. A grueling sound that he had only recently become familiar with during the siege of the once glorious Imperial City. The sound, it captivated him. His feet began to make the journey towards it. Towards the possible retribution of his past sins. The walk began to increase, his feet numbly dodging loose debris that now inhabited the once majestic imperial causeways. Soon his walk became a run as the stupefying effects of the alcohol became replaced by coursing adrenaline. He heard heard his enemy, he smelt him, and his sword would taste the flesh of the man-killer.

Jonathan smirked.

OCC: From this point forward Tenek is my character, my friend donated him to me because he wanted his character to have more screen-time (for lack of a better phrase).
Rann doesn't have to break his back or anything, he should just lose his grip due to how painful being smashed through a thin (1,1 at best) support pillar.

Tenek, off having his own private adventure

Not far from the fighting, Tenek was scavenging for loot amidst the dead and undead. ".... shiny point from a silver longsword.... ah, gold nugget..." The Bosmer vampire muttered as searched, alternately placing what he found in the bag over his shoulder or throwing it away.

While the Temple District was no longer under Mannimarco's dominion, no one else seemed interested in this piece of territory. As long as no one disturbed him, Tenek was fine with that. Finally, he straightened. "That should do it, worth a few hundred septims I reckon."
Tenek started walking toward the gates of Talos Plaza, unaware that the Silhouette had absolute control over it.

Plys'Iea

When another opponent entered the fray, the alien decided that this all had to end immediately. He slammed backward into a thin wooden pillar to dislodge Rann. The pillar snapped like a twig under the force of the strike.

Issac and Karn

"Speak quickly, neither of us have the time for round-about conversations." Karn said when the two of them were a suitable distance. The sensei, leaned against a large piece of masonry.

"Very well, I want you and the Narza'Tai to take the civilians under your protection." Issac explained, the sounds of battle and death were clearly disernable from here.
The Narza'Tai leader raised arced an eyebrow, "I doubt faint-hearted citizens will appreciate our hospitality in the sewers."

"Perhaps, but they'll be safer down there then up here. Pretty soon, there won't any part of the Imperial City left safe." The Altmer replied.
"I'm also sure that your lover will not sit in the sewers if you're up here." Karn said, stepping away from the rubble.

"I'll be down there with her." This brought silence between the two mer; the sensei studied Issac for nearly an eternity.

Brianna

"Oh, somewhere where we'd be safe" she answered, gently touching the young vampire's hand "But I'd like to help you my dear, you look as if you were about to faint, I...I could get you some nourishment, you know, I...I've kind of done it before, it's really no big deal for me"

I wish she'd let me....gah Sadril didn't hesitate....back then

Brianna shrugged and looked at Rahvin she needed some support here for what she was thinking of doing


Satyana

She sighed, Issac was stubborn as always, but that was one of the reasons she loved him. She turned to Cerpin, the man did look as if he was in intense pain...she looked sternly at him

"Can I help you?" she asked politely, " I'm a pretty good healer and mage" she continued silently

Jonathan Constantine

Closer to the abomination Jonathan traveled. The building in which a battle of epic proportions was playing out shock and flash strobing lights into the night sky. Ever slowly the ruffian closed the distance between himself and the building believing to know the limitations of the creature.

Upon reaching a watermelon sized whole in the wall Jonathan took full view of the monstrosity that he expected to face. At first surprise, and then horror filled his face as Jonathan realized Rann was wrestling with the Plys'Iea.

He made himself present, and drew his longsword. Unknowingly however, he still held a bottle of hard liquor in his off hand.

Rann

As he was hard at work trying to find an opening in the beast's thick hide, Rann saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.

"Jonathan?" he asked aloud, just as he found himself smashed into a pillar. Rann was flung from the monster's back, landing on the floor only to have pieces of the pillar fall on him immediately after.

He moved the debris from himself, and stood quickly, not wanting to be vulnerable for long. He now stood facing the Plys'Iea, with his dagger in hand and sword at his side.

"Nice to have you back," he said to Jonathan, who was standing across the room.

Was that a f***ing bottle in his hand?

Aerona

Aerona quickly pulled her hand away and stopped walking when she realized where the conversation was going.

"Why can't anyone just drop it?"

Cerpin

"Yes you may," he answered Satyana with a smile, holding out his hand towards her. The smile wasn't aimed at Satyana though, Cerpin smiled because of how ironic it all was. Here he was, the man that tried to kill the girl's mother to stop her from even being born, and she wanted to heal his hand.

He wondered if Brianna would recognize him. Or Rahvin.

Jonathan Constantine

Jonathan was surprised that Rann even recognized him, as his beard and hair were unkept and had the look of any common drunk. However he was even more surprised at the monstrousity that stood before him. "I'm not entirely sure I'm as equally pleased.."

He stood ready for the creature to make the first move.

Brianna

What's wrong with her? Why can't she just accept kindness or an honest offer for help...

"Ok" Brianna answered dryly, "Sorry I even mentioned it, but by all means if you like company you can join us, or not...it's entirely up to you...although I have no idea where we are heading, I just follow Rahvin"

And that I intend to continue doing, whatever happens


Satyana

Satyana examined his hand, not an extremely complicated thing to heal, but there was something strange about him....she couldn't really grasp it, but she felt a bit uneasy...threatened in a peculiar way.

She held his hand and focussed on it til it started to heal....

I hope this won't take so long, I'd rather stay away from this man, there's something weird about him

Plys'Iea

The alien glanced at each of his opponents; then he suddenly straightened. There was a faint sound, the house was straining to support itself. A plan entered his mind, if he could lure his foes deeper into the house, then coax the structure the slight distance needed for it to come crashing down......

The Plys'Iea grabbed an overturned chair and threw it at Jonathan, retreating as he did so. One eye scanned for another support column, but that movement would be difficult for any of the enemy to notice.

Aerona

Satisfied with Brianna's verbal retreat, Aerona fell back into step beside them, but she was now paying very little attention to the world around her, so lost was she in her own thoughts.

The three finally reached the Green Emperor Way, where they immediately searched for loved ones. After Rahvin asked some guards a few questions, they found Satyana, Ian, and a strange yellow-eyed fellow sitting around while Karn and Issac conversed privately nearby.

Rahvin

After finding their companions, Rahvin stared into Cerpin's yellow eyes for a few long seconds, remembering a time when he had been separated from his own body. He didn't voice his fears though, instead choosing to keep silent until necessary.

Cerpin

Satyana made short work of his injured hand, and Cerpin flexed it a few times while looking over her handiwork.

"You do good work," he complimented. The words barely left his mouth before they were joined by Aerona, Brianna, and Rahvin.

He locked stares with Rahvin for a few moments, but he couldn't be sure if Rahvin suspected anything or not. He prayed silently for someone to break the tension.

Rann

There had been a few unbearably tense moments in which the combatants stood, each waiting for the other to move. When the beast finally did, it was a completely unexpected one.

He's running? he asked himself.

Instead of following it, Rann ran back outside, wanting to keep it from any kind of long-term retreat. Once outside, Rann climbed back up to the roof he had previously been stationed on, and kept watch, wanting to be able to track the Plys'Iea if it tried to leave the building where they had been fighting.

OOC: I've been trying to avoid the phrase 'Rann ran' for this entire RP. I gave up. Also, we really need to plan out this fight. Since I don't know where it's heading, I really don't know what to do.