Savirien, with the Plys' Iea

Savirien gave a short glance to the Plys' Iea as it approached with great strides characteristic of its gait. He noticed that the severed heads hooked on his belt earned a short glance from his comrade. He smiled slightly, more to himself than to anyone else thinking that he had been more successful in this battle than their so-called champion.

"In all honesty neither do I, yet that is not my decision to make. Sadly enough for both of us, there is a greater authority than our own, and it does not lie in its nature to share power. I would not have thrown all our resources towards conquering this city, not when it was so well-defended and well-stocked. Even if we had a ten to one advantage in numbers, I would have merely surrounded the city and laid siege, rather than risk my forces in conquering it by way of arms." Savirien said, looking towards the hulking alien. Out of many of the Akaviri, Savirien held the most respect for the Plys' Iea, for his way of doing battle resembled his own in several ways.

Several moments of silence crept in as the two watched the battlefield all around them. Savirien then smiled with his angular serpent snout.

"I see your prey has eluded you."

OCC: Kirana is going to take the same route that Ian took whilst on the group's way to Leyawiin, teleportation, to prepare things.

Plys'Iea

He did not turn to look at Savirien, but neither did he gaze at the retreating Tamrielics. "Does it matter? A few get away, but I had no specific reason to kill them than I do any other simple Tamrielic."

The hunter glanced at the general now, "Above all else, I loath being stranded on this world." He knelt beside a soldier woman's corpse. Silently, the alien removed her armor, and then the clothes underneath. It did not bother him that he was stripping a female before consuming it, such was the customary way of disposing of the dead among his people.
Once all the inedible items were discarded, the hunter feasted upon the kill. Despite what some humanoids might think, he had not singled out the body because of the corpse's gender, but all of the bodies around it were civilians, and therefore not as nutricious as a strong body.

"I'm sure the general doesn't mind, if he can decapitate worthy kills then I should have no problem using mine for sustinance." He assured himself.

Kirana, the refugees

The skirmish was done, for now at least. Kirana wiped some sweat from Ian's brow with satisfaction. In her original body, she'd have considered such combat style as best avoided, but with vampirism came a sense of exhileration during melees.
The blood in Ian's viens was so soothingly hot, the sense of superiority that accompanied walking out of such a brawl unharmed was intoxicating like no alcahol could mat-- Kirana stopped herself, the battle fever was messing with her mind!

As her self-control returned, the euphoria subsided and she felt relatively normal again. Putting the disturbing sensation out of her thoughts; Kirana glanced around at the other refugees. Bruma and Cloud Ruler won't be able to support all of these people if we suddenly show up on their doorsteps. But if they had time to prepare.....
The army and civilians had no horses with which to reach their destination quickly, but Kirana had her magicka, even though bound in her friend's vampiric form. The decision took less than a heartbeat, while people shuffled about around her, Ian's lips sub-vocalized the incantatsion for a recall spell leading to Cloud Ruler that Kirana had set during the Oblivion Crisis, just in case.

The vampire suddenly vanished, Kirana felt the familiar vertical tug upwards that involved teleportation. Then everything fell out of existance.......

Issac

"Here, Satyana, hold onto these." Issac said, handing her several potion vials to put in her bag. The Altmer paused and then drank the contents of three restore magicka potions, blessing his ailing reserves. He also downed a shot of restore fatigue, offering another to Satyana for the trek they had ahead of them.

The potion-laden sack attached to his shoulders suddenly felt lighter as the week's hardship evaporated and his muscles relaxed. "Devines bless the intrepid mages who pioneered alchemy!" Issac praised appreciatively.
A middle-aged elven woman took the last potions in a whicker basket; she smiled and nodded in agreement before turning and disappearing into the throng. Issac turned to Satyana, kissing her lightly on the forehead before stepping off the raft and onto the shore. "Well, let's make some headway then, my love." Some of his old, comforting enthusiasm returned, giving strength to his winning smile that contrasted the exhausted, yet mellow background.

Rann

It didn't take long for them to get out of arrow range, and Rann was relieved a few minutes later when he found that there were still some rafts being deployed. He heard a corporal of the Morrowind Army shouting above the crowd, calling for anyone with magical abilities that could aid in shielding the rafts; apparently most of the mages had already left the Isle.

"That's you," he said to his sister.

Amrita

Amrita nodded to her brother. "I suppose that is true," she said questionably before quickly changing her expression into a sly grin.

She hailed the officer and offered her services. She stepped upon the raft and glanced at her brother.

"Time to get the hell outta here."

Savirien, besides the Plys'Iea

Savirien looked on as his subordinate started nonchalantly devouring one of the slain Tamrielic warriors. He smiled once more at the disgusting sight that would have had most on their knees, vomiting.

"Too bad our foes cannot bear witness to this sight, for then they would surely be terrified at the prospect of being captured alive by our brave warriors." Savirien said with an almost humorous voice. This sight only deepened a certain feeling of disgust he had for his comrade.

Despite all your appearance of honour and sentience, you are still a bloodthirsty monster underneath. Woe on those Tamrielics which fall to your bestial skill.

After a few more uncomfortable moments of watching the Plys' Iea, Savirien departed to look for the Silhouette and receive new orders.

Narza'Tai

While the civilians and soldiers gathered essential resources for the journey, the silent assassins broke off in seemingly random directions. Carrying small backpacks with individual rations, arrows for archers, and potions for mages.

The Narza'Tai did not bother themselves with the labors of the non-combatants, they would scout the area ahead and offer passive protection of the masses, nothing more.

Flint Ironwood

As the majority hadn't even disembarked yet, Flint found himself with little to do but wait. He decided to seek out Flogir now that he had the time to do so. When it came down to leading armies, or an army and a rather uncoordinated mass of civilians specifically, he had no real experience. All he'd been doing up till now was dumb guesswork and making things up as he went. It had worked, but even Flint could see that his tactics had been horribly static. A simple massed flanking maneouvre, and the phalanx would have been wiped out. Now, they'd only suffered minimal losses.

So the Breton looked about for Flogir. If there was one person left around who knew this area and how to make the most of it, it was him.
,,Flogir?! Are you here somewhere?!"

Rahvin

"There will be plenty of fighting," he commented, more to himself than to Brianna.

Within a few minutes their raft reached the shore and they joined the rest of the defenders for the long trek north. There were some supplies, but not much, and they hadn't brought along any horses or wagons to carry them; there was no time. He just hoped that Cloud Ruler Temple had adequate stores.

Rahvin walked alongside Brianna, with Aerona following behind.

"See anyone we know?" he asked, looking ahead for signs of Satyana, and behind for signs of Rann.

Just don't get yourself killed, boy. he suddenly realized that he was worrying about Rann an awful lot. Rann would probably say that it was about time. Rahvin had never been much of a father; sure, he'd provided for the boy, but he'd always been more of a friend than a dad.

Aerona

Aerona walked a few feet behind Rahvin and Brianna, dragging her feet a little. The excitement of battle, the exhaustion of healing for hours, and the lack of feeding had finally taken their toll.

As much as she found it revolting, she decided that she would feed on some tsaesci before the battle was over. At least they were even more monstrous than her.

Rann

Rann nodded in wholehearted agreement with Amrita and jumped aboard the raft. He stuck his new sword in his belt, since he hadn't exactly had the time to grab the scabbard off of the Akaviri.

"Want this back?" he asked, holding out the handle of Amrita's dagger out towards her.

Veric

Veric spent the next few minutes pacing back and forth in front of the bookshelves, dragging his finger along each book in search of the one he needed.

"Ah-ha!" he exclaimed, plucking it from the shelf, "Daedra Blood by Morian Zenas, author of On Oblivion and subject of The Doors of Oblivion, but I'm sure you already knew that."

He sat back down across from Voltar, his eyes furiously scanning the pages.

Satyana

She downed the potion Issac gave her, and immediately experienced its effect. "Ahh, feel better already" she smiled at him, kissing his cheek.

"But...who are those people over there? I can't really see but some seems familiar"

OOC: Am I wrong or are Rahvin, Brianna and the rest of the lot already on the shore? If not I can edit.


Brianna

" I know there will be fighting, dear" she said silently to Rahvin. " And I think I see....Rann, over there...with with...yes it must be Amrita!...Rahvin, tell me , has Rann ever had some kind of mother?"

I do hope he will be ok...I so much want to be his mother

She looked at Aerona, sighed and took out a bottle from her pocket, handing it to the young vampire

"Look here Aerona, don't be stupid, take this, drink it...and NO, it's not what you think it is!" She gave the girl an almost angry gaze....

Then she got a glimpse of an Altmer accompanied with...with a person in a skirt...with long hair...

Satyana? could it be her?

"Rahvin..look ahead...no there!" she pointed..."Could it be Issac and Satyana?"

Flogir

Flogir had reached the shore with the middle of the army. Once he got to shore he could hear someone calling out his name. Scanning the area he soon found it was Flint doing so. He hailed his friend.

"I'm over here, what is it?"


Amrita

Despite having a reasonably strong shield spell over the raft, Amrita seemed to be quite calm and relaxed. She looked at the weapon Rann held.

"Keep it, I have plenty of others so you should have more than one as well," she stated and looked in the direction they were going. The raft would make it to shore soon.


Voltar

Voltar nodded at Veric's remarked and looked over the man's shoulder at the pages he read, curious as to what the potential key the book possessed.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint shrugged sheepishly.
,,Well, so far I think we're doing reasonably well. But, I don't quite know how to do things here. Basically I'm just ordering away in the hopes that I'm doing something right. I thought that you should take control back at this point, being the one with experience and all. Besides, I don't really know much about the Cyrodiilic countryside."

Kirana, Cloud Ruler Temple

The arrival after teleporting always ended with a thud as your feet make contact with matter again. Kirana glanced around the main hall of Cloud Ruler. A threesome of Blades returned her gaze, reflexively reaching for their swords before checking themselves.

"Knight Brother! Do you have news?" One of the Blades, Cyrus, shook Ian's hand, noting the nasty wristblade with a glance.
"I do, but I'd like for the other blades and the countess present when I give it."

OOC: You're absolutely right; no worries.



Rahvin

"No, he's never had a mother," he answered, "Until now, of course."

In all honesty, he had no idea how Rann felt about Brianna. The boy was always unpredictable, and his opinions of people were no exception. He hoped that he would accept her, and judging from the first meeting between Rann and Brianna, it seemed that he didn't care either way.

Brianna's next question brought him out of his personal thoughts.

"I think you're right," he said as his eyes followed the direction in which Brianna was pointing.

Aerona

Aerona accepted the potion from Brianna with a thankful nod, but as soon as she became distracted with the notion of Satyana and Issac being ahead of them, she dumped out the bottle's contents on the ground beside her as they walked.

I wish people would just leave me alone.

She wasn't ungrateful of Brianna's kindness, but she wasn't entirely trusting of the woman, either. So many people had already offered her blood or advice on how she should feed, she didn't know who or what to believe, and quite frankly didn't care. in the absolute worst case, she would die.

Relief at last.

OOC: sorry she didn't take the potion, minque; got something planned a little later, and since I didn't know what exactly brianna gave her, I didn't want her to take it.



Rann

Rann shrugged and stuffed it in his belt right beside his katana. He wouldn't argue with free weapons. There was a short period of silence as they navigated the waters, heading towards the shore.

The raft finally beached, and Rann hopped off, stopping for a second to survey the situation. Ahead of them, a throng of soldiers and refugees walked in a large clump to the north. Cloud Ruler was their destination, he knew, he just hoped that whatever Imperial officials inhabited the place would allow such a group free entrance. In such troubled times, it would be a sin not to.

"I f*cking hate this," he commented to no one in particular, "Our plans a shoddy at best. Let's just hope it all works out."



Veric

After an hour of working with Voltar and discussing the book's meaning, they had made great progress. They had learned that in order to change the properties of a soul, two powerful mages were needed. Luckily for them, that was exactly what they had. The process was extremely complicated, however, and seemed to be nearly impossible to pull off in a battle-type situation.

According to the book, both mages would need to be physically connected to the same soul gem. One mage would summon a daedra of adequate power (or not, if one just happened to be nearby) and cast a soul trap spell upon it. At the exact same time, the other mage would cast his own soul trap on the target whose soul would be altered (all utterings and phrases of the spell must be in unison). The first mage would proceed to slay the daedra, sending its soul into the gem, which should have been physically connected to both mages throughout the entire process. Thus, an indirect connection has been made between the daedra and the target through the conduit of the soul gem. Then, the target would need to be slain within the duration of the soul trap spell.

Veric leaned back in his chair.

"Since we cannot kill it, and we want to banish it to Oblivion instead, we will have to make some modifications to this process."

Voltar

Voltar paused over the dilemma, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. An idea then popped into his head as his expertise in Conjuration surfaced.

"All we need to do is shatter the soulgem just as the teleportation spell hits the Silhouette. Their souls should merge together and thusly the Silhouette will be permanently tied to Oblivion as its soul would now contain daedric properties."


Amrita

Amrita nodded in agreement with her brother. The hasty withdrawal had made a mess of the remnants of the defending army.

"Let's find Flogir and see if we can get some organization going on here..."

Issac

The Altmer followed Satyana's gaze. "Yes, that's them alright." Hastily, Issac checked that all of his gear was in place. "Shall we meet up with them then?" He asked with a slight grin. Hopefully this will go better than last time.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint saw that the group begun to move.
"anyway, let's talk on the way. I don't know much, but I do know that every moment we hang around, is one more moment we could have spent running." He said and grimaced.
"Or walking. Geez, we're not exactly the youngest anymore, Flogir. How do you cope with all the stuff we've been doing?"

OCC: When's Veric going to zap the Silhoutte?

Kirana and Ian

When finally given a moment of privacy, inside the room that had once been reserved for the emperor's use, Kirana shut out the outside world. Ian needs to be in control when he breaks the news to the countess and Blades....

Ian's body crumpled on the volumous bed as Kirana disentangled herself from it. Had she still had lungs, Kirana would have gasped, if life was bliss then disembodiment was the briefest dive into a frozen hell. No sooner did the disorientation pass, then she went back to her task.
Kirana's essense blanket Ian's in a caress of warmth, rousing him. As he regained consciousness, his soul reconnected to his vacant physical shell. The ecstacy that accompanied having a body brought the vampire the rest of the way.

Ian jumped up, confused at the new surroundings. "We're in Cloud Ruler Temple, I apologize, but I took control of your body while you were out cold. And no, I didn't break or lose anything you'll miss later." The vampire sighed, relieved by the timely explaination.
"How long was I out and why are we at Cloud Ruler?" He asked, passing through the familiar room.

"Only an hour and a half, and I brought you here so we could tell Countess Carvain and the Blades that the refugees and remainder of the Morrowind-Bruman army are coming here." Kirana replied.

Ian arched an eyebrow, "Anything I should know before the meeting?"
"Issac and Satyana are alright, so is Flint, but I don't know about the others. The refugees are only bring what they can carry, no wagons or horses. And the Akaviri probably won't be snapping at their flanks as they arrive, the Silhoutte seems interested in the Imperial City for the time being."

"Very well," Ian replied. "It's reassuring we have some good news for the charming countess..."

Plys'Iea

Contrary to his great size, the alien did not eat the entire corpse, only the best pieces of musculature. Like most replitilians, Plys'Iea had slow metabolisms that allowed for one large meal to keep them healthy for extended durations.
Still, eating larger portions didn't contribute to fat, but was actually beneficial to a degree. While he hadn't seemed to notice anything but amusement from the Akaviri general, the disgust was not lost on him. We're all monsters underneath, even the 'civilized' humanoid races can't cover up all their animilism. Is it a curse my kind are more at peace with our primal nature than others?

While he liked Savirien well enough, the hunter had mutual disgust for hypocrites. He slipped into his native tongue and recited the first lesson of the first War Leader. "The blood of thousands cleansed our blind eyes, nothing can we trust but the strength of our own and lessons of old. Alliances are betrayed, debts are forgotten, and only undeniable supremacy can bring prosperity and ensure survival."

"A being only deserves what it can, and will, hold on to, whether it is life, wealth, pristige, or peace. Does anyone here deserve what they have, or are they all weak?" One of the nearby snakemen cocked his head in curiosity, unable to understand the alien's musings.
Silently, he marched to where his staff lay and ignored everything around him.

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Flogir

"I try to think about the booze I'll eventually get to drink once all this is done," he replied with a smirk. Flint and him finally met up with Issac and company.

"So, is everyone okay here? We need to keep moving soon, so I just wanna make sure," he asked the group.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint chuckled.
"Alcohol and running for my life. Yeah, that sounds like an accurate description of our lives right now." He said. He then grew serious however.
"I saw Rann and Amrita on the bridge earlier. They were going up against that big scaled monster as well as a sizable army of snakemen." He noted and shrugged.

"Normally, this would be where I say they're totally screwed, doomed and we'll never see them alive again." He forced a smile.
"But then I remember that the girl's been raised by a Telina mark two and Rann is the son of Rahvin. Oh, and didn't we see Rann come out of certain-death situations before? They're fine, I bet."

"As for everyone else. Root is dead, so we won't have to worry about him anymore. Ian, I don't know where he is. Knowing him, he could be either standing right behind me right now or be slipping poison in the Snake's commander's drink. Haven't seen Rahvin and Brianna in a while."

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Feb 17 2008, 05:51 PM

OOC: sorry I haven't been around much; been busy with work and school.

Veric

"That would work, in theory, but it would require some very precise timing on both of our parts."

He glanced at the book in his hands once more.

"If you can oversee the conjuration of the daedra, its soul entrapment, and the shattering of the gem, I can soul trap the Silhouette and cast the spell banishing it to Oblivion."

"I think we need another helper to distract the Silhouette; I doubt it will stand there idly while we go through this arduous process."

OOC: Dalrus would be a good choice for that helper, if Florodine is still active.

Rann

Rann nodded in agreement and with Amrita's help, they both pushed through the throngs of people towards the middle of the group where they happened upon Flogir and Flint.

"What's the plan?" he asked, skipping any greetings, "We're sitting ducks once the Silhouette decides to pursue."

His reddened eyes made his exhaustion obvious, but his constant fidgeting revealed the amount of adrenalin still pumping through his veins from the last fight.