Amrita

The adrenaline of the battle was catching up with her. Seeing the creature fleeing brought a sense of expectancy in her and she began to pursue the enemy, hurling a lightning bolt as she went.

"Won't be long now friends until this creature's head is ours!" she snickered as she followed the beast deeper into the building. She was completely oblivious to Rann returning to the rooftops.

Dan

After a few tense moments in which the five combatants, himself included, did not move at all, Dan though what they could do to slay the beast. They obviously had a great numerical advantage, yet Dan didn't know how reliable the drunken man really was. A meat-shield at most, judging by the look of him, yet Dan had learned long ago that things were never what they seemed at a glance. After the beast threw a chair at the drunk and ran, Dan could notice Rann doing the same, yet in the opposite direction. Judging by the beast's sudden retreat, it was most probably a ploy to separate them and kill them one by one. It seemed to be working, since Amrita had already run off into the darkness to follow the beast.

"The alien is leading us into a trap! We need a plan!" Dan shouted telepathically so even Rann could hear him from wherever he could have gone. "This building is supported by these frail pillars. If we could destroy them all, we could bring the building down upon the creature. If we die as well, at least we shall know that the beast is finally slain. What say you?"

Perhaps you could do a good and honest deed for once in your life Dan.

Jonathan Cosntantine

As the chair flew towards Jonathan, he become apparent to the fact that he was still drunk. And as such his reaction speeds were not what they were during the beginnings of this marvelous little adventure on which he happened to make a comeback.

However thinking was all he could do as the hard wooden chair slammed into Jonathan torso, exploding the chair and sending it's target crashing out of the building. Jonathan lay there, stunned, bruised and quite disoriented and it took him a long moment to prop himself against an overturned horse cart.

"Son of a umbrella seller.." He muttered as his wounds were becoming clearer. A piece of the chair had managed to pierce his thigh, and protruded through the backside of the leg. With a loud, and heavy grunt Jonathan tore the shard from his thigh, biting his cheeks to fight down a yelp. And then, conjuring up a bit of magicka that Jonathan had learned through his ordeals with Altec (his deranged brother), he slowing mended the gaping wound, reconstructing the destroyed flesh. Within moments Jonathan could stand again, and after a bit of limping he was walking as if it had never happened.

He scanned the area and noticed that the Plys'Iea had retreated, and Rann was in what appeared to be obvious pursuit. His sword recovered he shouted after Rann, "Theres no way your getting all the glory for this one!" and went on the follow the beast.

OCC: The ironic thing is, even though most of his actions against the heroes are certainly damnable, the Plys'Iea is more noble than Mannimarco or Veric, in some ways. This RP ought to have a musical accompaniment......

Plys'Iea

The lightning strike collided with his raised bracer, there was a thunderclap as the electricity rebounded from the surface of the alien alloy. He growled challengingly at the Altmer witch as she pursued. "I have been patient for many years, but now I am reaching the last of my reserves!"

Anyone could have misinterpreted the sentence for, "I shall feast on your entrails!." Or some similar oath from something they considered nothing but a savage monster. The hunter swung his staff in a seemingly theatrical display, apparently hitting another support beam by accident.

Ian

He watched silently as Cerpin and Rahvin stared at each other, then, after the tension of the exchange was apparent, he decided to step in. "Rahvin, do you know where Rann is, I haven't seen him since I left for the Temple District."

The vampire gave a nod, hoping to pass a signal that the current matter had to be dropped until later. Things are getting more complicated as this goes on, you all seemed like such a close-knit group when I first crossed paths with you all.
Ian replied, Good things and people never last the test of time and conflict of trust forever. It won't be long until nearly everyone considers the others to be corrupted.....

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Rahvin

"It's been some time since I've seen him as well," Rahvin answered, shifting his attention from Cerpin to Ian, "I'm sure he's found some trouble to get into."

As nonchalant as he seemed about it, he did worry about his son. Rann always seemed to get himself into tough situations with his explosive personality, and Rahvin hated not always being there to keep him in check. All he could do was pray that he would trust common sense over heated emotion every once in a while.

Rann

From his vantage point, Rann couldn't see much. He could tell that their foe was spinning its staff, but he had no idea that it had even hit a support beam, much less that it was a calculated move.

He bent his neck in many different directions, trying to get a better view, but the hole in the roof of the building just wasn't the right size. Cursing his luck, he jumped to an adjacent rooftop, hoping for a better point of view.

Dan

As the beast ran away, Amrita gave chase, hurling a lightning bolt at the fleeing creature. The bolt reached its mark, but to little avail. While it ran though, the beast hit another support pillar with its staff, weakening the building even more. Dan stopped and thought about what this could mean. The obvious conclusion would have been that the beast was doing their job for them, digging its own grave. At a glance however, things were deceiving.

The beast may have understood us, it may be trying to bring the building down on us, not itself. No! We must hurry, else we find ourselves burried under rubble. We must give chase and slay this beast before it can destroy any other pillar. Let us hunt then!

"I think the beast is trying to collapse the building and spare itself of the effort of personally killing us. We must make haste!" Dan said telepathically to his three comrades. Amrita was already far ahead into the darkness, chasing the beast, while Rann was on the rooftops, preparing to enter combat again. The drunk had been thrown through a hole in the wall when the chair thrown by the beast hit him and made him stagger.

Jonathan Constantine

"I think the beast is trying to collapse the building and spare itself of the effort of personally killing us. We must make haste!"

"What the bloody hell was that!?" Jonathan said, perplexed as the words filled his mind. "Ahh, there is a telepath in the group. I don't think its Rann though."

Regardless of his thoughts or perceptions, Jonathan figured that it wasn't the beast. Or at least he hoped as much. However he darted into the building to confront the creature, with the hopeful aid of the other three combatants. Jonathan was nothing of legend, but he held at least one powerful trick up his sleeve and intended to use it if needed.

Plys'Iea

When the telepath began communicating with his companions, the hunter decided this had to end..... immediately. Without warning, he smashed another support beam behind him, not taking his eyes off Amrita's.

"This place shall become your tomb!" All around them, cracks began to snake down the walls, and wood buckled under the strain.

Jonathan Constantine

It finally became clear what the creature was doing. The walls and pillars supporting the dilapidated structure began cry loud pops and cracks under it's own weight. It was to late to get out of the way so Jonathan threw up the most powerful shield spell that he could muster.

Being that he was no wizard, every effort was exerted into making sure that shield stayed up.

Amrita

Amrita cursed as she finally realized what the creature was doing. Hurling one last fireball, she followed the newcomer's example and threw up a potent shield spell over herself. She also flung a paralysis spell at the creature. If the building did collapse, she was going to make sure the creature wouldn't be able to protect itself from the falling debris.

Flint Ironwood.

With the frontlines of the enemy fighting amongst themselves, Flint found the opportunity to run to the point right above Flogir where he stopped and looked down.
,,Yo, Flogir! How are you doing down there?!" He shouted. Despite the fact that he hadn't engaged in the frantic melee himself, Flint was already breathing hard.
,,Man, I'm too old for this. Heck, Flogir isn't the youngest either. I hope we'll manage to hold out."
,,If you're tired, just take a rest! You've been at it non-stop for way too long! You're not the youngest anymore, you know." He added.


Green-Root, at the breach.

Green-Root, leaned on his spear and forced himself to take long and slow breaths.
,,I hope those brainwashed bandits hold out for a while longer. I could use the lull in the fighting."

Plys'Iea

As the paralyzing bolt crossed the threshold, a piece of debris fell in its path, obscuring the witch from the hunter's sight and taking the hit. The fireball, however connected with his breastplate, the magicka lost much of its coherance on impact.

His chestplate heated slightly, and his face was only warmed a few degrees. The alien did not waste time, it crouched and braced against the lower part of the nearest wall. If the wall collapsed, then at least he might be able to push through later, in the best case, it would be largely intact and he'd have some room to manuever.
He used his armored arms to wrap around his chest, digging his head into their protection. The alien shut his eyes and calmed itself, resigning himself to whatever fate awaited him.

Karn and Ian

The Narza'Tai Sensei finally nodded his head slightly. "We shall see; I doubt our allies will be able to hold this area, it would be in the best interests of everyone present to be ready for the inevitable." He said the latter part loud enough for the others to hear.
Without offering any other explanation, the Dunmer turned and walked away. Issac looked back to the group, catching Ian's gaze. The vampire nodded, "This part of Green Emporer Way may be safe for now, but it would be naive to believe that will continue."

Brianna

When they arrived at Green Emperor Way she immediately felt uneasy, ok Satyana was there, and Ian...and then there was this other man, a man that made her feel bad, she recognized him ...sort of, but couldn't really place him. The main thing was that she had a strong feeling that man was bad news, or at least he might be. She squeezed Rahvin's hand;

"I recognize that man with the yellow eyes, he's bad news I'm afraid or at least he makes me feel awkward" she whispered.

Satyana

"You're welcome" she said shortly, then turning aside and spotted her mother, Rahvin and the vampire-girl

"Rahvin!" she shouted happily," you're here at last, I'm so happy to see you!" She started running towards him...

" Oh...and hallo mother" she added ...unaware how she actually felt about Brianna



Satyana

"I'm afraid Rann is mad at me for some reason" Satyana said silently to Rahvin, "He holds me responsible for Soldin's death" she added, hanging her head.

OCC: Since Aerona's present, is she going to come to Rann's defense, or keep her silence.

Issac

When Karn departed, he went back to Satyana's side. Issac nodded to both Rahvin and Brianna "Rann's become particularly spiteful of late, since we started doubting his hero's noble intentions. He can be a real honored user when he feels like it."

He added, "Amrita called me a hypocrite because I'm so sick and tired of Rann's attitude that I refused to apologize for thinking Altair is crooked, like most other politicians aren't, but Rann insists Altair is the herald of a new era." Issac rolled his eyes, and let out a weary sigh.

Satyana

She gently squeezed Issac's arm, in comfort..

"Hey, my love, I'm glad you will stand by me, you know that, it's just I hate to be on wrong terms with my brother..."

She pulled his head towards her and planted a kiss on his lips...

OOC: of course she is.



Aerona

"Why couldn't you apologize?" she asked Issac, caring little that his lips may have been a bit too busy to answer at the moment, "You," she said, looking around the circle to make sure that the word encompassed more than one person, "Who are supposed to be his friends, went behind his back and plotted against another person whom he considers a friend. I'm sure that each and every one of you would react the same way."

She realized that she was probably giving herself away to be the one that leaked the secret to Rann, but at this point she didn't care. She'd tell if anyone asked, and be damn proud of it.

Rahvin

When Brianna whispered to him about the yellow-eyed man, he kept silent about his suspicions. The shapeshifter seemed to be helping right now, so there were no problems. As soon as Cerpin made one wrong move, though, Rahvin would kill him.

A tense conversation about his son brought him back from his thoughts, and Rahvin suddenly realized that in their time apart, Rann had been making bitter enemies and loyal friends at the same time. He said nothing throughout the conversation, because he honestly had no idea what had happened to start this argument.

Jonathan

The building now really began to come down, and large chunks of stone fell from the upper stories and smashed with murderous force into the ground. Jonathan struggled to keep his shield up, his magicka drained from him for each precious second that the building collapsed and he stood against it. When at last he thought his strength was through, the largest of the building seem demolished and only the most local was still crumbling.

Jonathan climbed up out of the ruble that filled an oval around his now dissipated magicka shield and stood, sword in hand looking for his compatriots and the beast.

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Ian

The vampire crossed his arms and studied Aerona thoughtfully. "There's no reason to apologize, Rann had no place in this before someone brought him into this."

"Devotion is any admirable trait, but if you go about it the wrong way then you do more harm than help to those you care about." As if magically, Ian's words seemed laced with wisdom and experience. If one had spoken to Kirana before she died, they would have sworn part of her was speaking through Ian at that moment.

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Aerona

"Don't try to make me feel guilty. I'll be the first to admit that I told him what you all were doing! Because, despite what you may believe, he does have a place in the plans of his friends and family!"

"And what if I said that Flogir was a shapeshifter, and I had Karn's word to prove it?" she pressed, "You'd be in my place right now. Or maybe even Rann's."

Ian's words (were they really?) about devotion had struck a bit of a chord in her, but not in the way Kirana had intended. Instead of dissuading her and stealing her resolve, the comment had made her pause and think about her motives in defending Rann so strongly. The young dunmer in question had, of course, saved her from Patholos's sadistic urges, but that was only half the reason.

"Besides," she kept on, pointing up to the walls, "Look at Altair right now, trying to fit into his new position and doing a fine job at it. That mer's doing more for our cause than any of us right now."

She suddenly looked around quickly, reminded by her own speech that there were more important things at hand. Spotting a few wounded that she thought she could help, she decided to excuse herself.

"I plan to follow his example," she ended the argument with an impudent curtsy before making her way towards the wall where most of the wounded laid.

Rann

The last thing Rann cared about at that moment was any petty squabble over his attitude. He watched in horror as the building collapsed on top of Dan, Jonathan, and even worse, his very sister. There was a white cloud of dust around the building that Rann's vision could never hope to penetrate, and he could do nothing but pray to any and every god that they would survive.

Rann climbed down from his rooftop perch as fast as he could, hoping to find no less than three survivors. The Plys'Iea was far from his mind as he ran towards the pile of debris that had once been a building. Arriving on the scene, he found Jonathan standing alone atop the rubble.

"Where are they? Did you see my sister?"

Amrita

After Rann asked his final question, a dusty arm poked out from the debris. A faint muffled voice was heard.

"A little help? It's getting hard to breathe under this," Amrita said before breaking into a fit of coughing.