Khallet

Freedom!

Finally, after so many years trapped down in the dank dark, he was out.

Free.

The clannfears had made short work of the earth wall, tearing through it and howling madly. Behind them poured the rest of the daedra, scamps, hungers and scuttling, nameless horrors, born in the deepest pits of Oblivion, tearing through the weakened skeins of reality. On their own, these nameless things were relatively weak, but they were like rats, swarming and overwhelming their foes in a tide of biting teeth and ripping claws.

Khallet roared and pointed his sabre forwards, sending the mob of daedra forward, general of a mounstrous, bestial army.

Their excavations had been heard, and a few of the elves had tried to flee already. Guards had already scrambled to position, and half a dozen arrows screamed through the air towards the daedra. A few clannfears and hungers fell, but they carried on, scamps sending fireballs out at the guards in return.

The battle had begun.

Dralas

While Dralas didn't disagree with Rianne, he didn't have much more time to think on it as the room reacted to a threat. Daedra.

Apelles strode off, sword in hand, and the merchant from earlier shouted at them to grab a bow and find cover. Dralas saw some sense in that, and ran behind a nearby pillar, pulling Rianne along with him.

Fireballs flew, and both clannfear and hungers were pouring into the chamber.

Eno Arval

Eno stumbled as something hit him in the back. He frantically glanced over his shoulder, giving himself a brief glimpse of the carnage that was about to unfold behind him, as well as finding out that his cloak had caught on fire.
"Agh! Get it off!" He yelled, tore the burning fabric from his shoulders and tossed it down at his feet before continuing on his flight to the stairs.

Haz

As he reached the end of the stairs, it became harder to move against the ever increasing tide of panicked mer. A part of him was amazed at the number of people that had made this place their home. With a sigh of relief, he managed to leap to the side when he reached the hall proper. Now that he was out of the turmoil, he could take a calm look at the far end of the hall where the guards had engaged some sort of army of hideous creatures.
"What's this? More of the local Morrowing wildlife?...No wait, that little midget just threw a fireball! These aren't mere animals and they're obviously led by some person in armour. Strange, spiky armour." He muttered under his breath. Then his eyes widened as he saw how a guard managed to duck a fireball, only to have it now heading for the Argonian.

"Dammit!" Haz cursed as he threw up his arms to shield himself from the spell. When the fireball hit, it ate through the robe in the blink of an eye. Undeterred, Haz pushed his arms forward against the flames, bringing them into direct contact with the slave bracers he wore to drain away the magic, as his instructors had taught him. The Argonian scowled as he observed the large gaps in his sleeves. He would have to find something to cover up his bracers soon, preferably scavenged from one of the dead. Though that would mean he would have to get closer to those...things.
"Agh, that makes me angry. Fine, I'll get in, grab some guy's shirt and get out! And if that means I have to poke out an eye or two, so be it! The only thing that bothers me is this robe. I can't move my legs in it." He growled to himself and began to move closer, dashing from cover to cover, usually tables he knocked over to hide behind.

Rothan

Rothan kept low. There were more daedra than he'd ever seen in one place before. The guards fought them near the opposite end of the hall but they were being hard pressed. Daedra did appear near ruins, but not in numbers like these, this had to be sabotage. He looked around but there was to much chaos to see any faces. The pilgrim was near the back watching. Rothan tried to shout to him to flee but his voice was drowned out, then a fireball emerged over the head of a guard and flew straight for the pilgrim. Rothan grimaced but when it struck the magic seemed to dissipate most of its power. Even so he feared for the pilgrim.

He stood to go to him then saw a guard fall back wounded. Which should he help? Rothan didn't know, really he wanted to run.

OOC: do you want me to push on and bother Haz or leave him be?

Rianne

She didn't hesitate when Dralas pulled her along with him, she was a bit taken when she saw the numbers of Daedras coming.

"You lead" she whispered. "I know an extremely powerful spell...though"

She waited for the best opportunity to use it.

Gah, there are too many people around, if I use VC, they'll all go...damn it

Haz

Haz's advance came to a halt when he felt the eyes of several of the tiniest monsters fall on him.
"Ah great, looks like I've been noticed." He muttered dryly, grabbed a pot and tossed it at the small pack, causing it to scatter. He wasn't too worried about the little ones. The big ones could be a problem though. And while he was no general, even he could see that the line of guards wouldn't contain those much longer.

Sooner or later, one of the green lizards or starved looking zombies would get through. He would have to prepare for that eventuality. His hands reached for another pot in case the critters came back while he looked for something that could give him the edge, or at least prolong his life, for if he encountered something bigger. Much to his dismay, he didn't really see anything at first.

That is, till he saw a guard go down under the vicious assault of a Hunger.
"Hmmp, I could borrow that one's sword, not that those are my preferred weapon. Though I'd have to face that thing as well...I'll take the risk." He decided and dashed for the Hunger while throwing the pot, both to gain its attention and to hopefully stun it long enough to pry the sword from the wounded mer's hands.


OOC: Well, Haz is at the moment still moving so probably fine. The guard is not. Using that line of reasoning, I'd say that Rothan makes the guard his priority. Of course, you can also say that they're running towards the same guard.

Also Minque, wasn't Vomica Cruor a spell that required you to touch the victim and caused spontaneous internal combustion in only the touched victim? Since you imply that the current version is dangerous to everyone in the hall, could you please elaborate on this incarnation of the VC a bit?

And dang, I'm not quite sure why Haz is getting himself involved anyway. If he wants clothes, he could have used the confusion to steal some laundry, instead of diving into the midst of things.

Erna

Erna reached doorway to the central shrine, adopting a suitable look of concern and confusion as he did so. A pair of terrified men in scribe's robes hurried through the doorway past him. One of them was supporting his companion, who had a deep cut along one arm.

Once they were past, Erna stepped inside, before immediately diving for cover behind some crates, deciding that terror was a good one. After he was certain nobody was looking, he peeked his head over the barricades and grinned.

It was utter chaos. A few guards had already been overrun, their corpses shredded by the claws of daedra. There were several of the oblivion spawned creatures dead, but Erna did not care. He knew this attack would be enough to scare the caravan authorities away from the ruins for good, and disrupt the caravans severely. That was what he loved about Mehrunes Dagon. Even if you plan was an utter failure, the fact that it failed would be enough to be a tribute to his lord. Destruction always won.

He saw a pilgrim, still wearing a veil, throw a pot into a small pack of the minor daedra that had come through on the attack with him. They scattered, and the pilgrim took another pot. Nearby, a hunger tore another guard down, and the pilgrim noticed that too. No doubt hoping to grab the man's sword, he dashed forward and hurled his pot the hunger, the heavy ceramic slamming home and sending the thing reeling back, shrieking in pain and stunned surprise.

Erna eyes narrowed, and he watched with a sense of bemused surprise. This would be interesting.

Dranas Heleran

Dranas flung a throwing star at the nearest scamp and immediately regretted it, since the foul little daedra screeched something awful and launched a fireball his way. Dranas ducked behind his fortification just in time to avoid scorching his face.

"Throwing star versus fireball-casting daedra. Not going to work."

OOC: Jack! The VC is also remote controlled see the quote from AMU below!



Rianne

She prepared for the devastating spell. The heat in her left hand increased and she could spot a very small purple flame on her palm. It was quite some time since she used this spell now and she remembered far too well when the last time was.

Come on you beasts...I'll just cook you!

She didn't trust her accuracy so she wanted to make sure nobody was near her target

I really like to try this!

Rothan

The pilgrim seemed unhurt by the fireball so Rothan ran for the downed guard. The hunger which had ripped him open advanced to finish him. Rothan half paused then redoubled his speed, the table knife in his hand felt utterly silly, but he gripped it for what comfort it gave. He was almost at the guard when a clay pot sailed past him and smashed into the hunger's head, he didn't waste a second of its disorientation and grabbed the guard's outstretched hand and tried to pull him away.

Before he got a decent grip a scamp threw a fireball at him. He ducked and threw the knife at it but missed. With both hands he grabbed the guard and started pulling him away, but the mer was heavy and his armour didn't slide well against the ruin's floor. "Help," he shouted to any who might be listening.

Dranas Heleran

Dranas let the scamp cast another fireball (which he ducked), buying himself a scant moment to summon an ancestor ghost--provided he remembered the spell rightly.

"Ajude-me, avô!"

Dranas found himself staring into the expressionless face of a spectre.

"Don't just stand there!" Dranas yelled, chucking another throwing star at the scamp (which cried in pain, once more). "Get him!"

OOC: Ah, ok. That was before my time though. Which just reminds me that I still haven't read that rp. Anyway...

Haz

Haz grinned with satisfaction as his pot hit the beast square between the eye. That had gone a lot better than he'd expected and he reckoned he'd bought himself a few seconds. That grin vanished when he saw someone else had gotten to the guard before him.
"It's times like these that I hate tunnel vision. I hadn't noticed the priest being here." He thought darkly, his eyes trailing the latest fireball back to its source.
"Help!" The priest shouted. To Haz, it seemed obvious that the plea for aid was more meant for the guard than for himself.
"What a self-sacrificing person. If he wasn't a Dark Elf, I might just start to respect him." The Argonian groaned inwardly.


Another of the midgets was the culprit, dancing around and cackling madly as it formed another flame in its outstretched hands. All of its attention was on Rothan, so Haz found it an easy matter to slide to the left three steps and throw himself on top of it, one hand raised to stiffle the fire with his slave bracer, the other being used to slam the Scamp's skull against the floor with all the weight that a full-grown Argonian could bring to bear.

Otherwordly or not, bone was still bone and there was no way for the Scamp to avoid having its face restructured by the impact with the hard floor. Haz left it laying where it was, either dead or unconscious. Not that he cared. All he cared about was the need to move quickly. His assault hadn't taken only a few seconds, but his eyes had been on the Hunger all the time and he knew that the monster had shaken off most of its surprise. Now its tongue was lashing back and forth as it shrieked in a mad rage. It would be coming for him soon, and although the guard had managed to injure its side during their brief struggle, Haz knew that it was still far faster than him.

"The sword, priest! Give me the sword or we're both death!" Haz hissed at Rothan, running for the man and the guard he was trying to drag to safety. For the moment, the need for deception was secondary to the need to keep his head on his shoulders.

Khallet

Khallet's sword slammed home into the stomach of a guard, the Oblivion forged weapon punching through the mer's chainmail with ease. The soldier fell limp and lifeless, and Khallet kicked the man off his blade, already bringing it up to confront the next target.

There was a shriek from behind him, and he span to a clannfear sail through the air, its chest crushed by a mace. Khallet looked for who could dispatch such an opponent with obvious ease and found him.

He fought with deadly precision and skill, golden and purple armour spattered with daedric blood as he smashed a snarling scamp away with his mace. With reflexes born of years of training, the mer span, raised his golden shield and sent a fireball scattering away. An impassive golden mask turned and saw Khallet, the eyes behind it steely and cold.

Khallet knew the title of this man. One of the most dangerous warriors in all Vvardenfel.

Ordinator.

Their eyes met across the panicked melee and without a word being spoken a challenge was issued.

"Come mortal!" Khallet called. "Test the might of Dagon."

He raised his sabre above his head and charged.


OOC: Minque, are you planning on roasting Khallet with that spell? Only I was hoping to use him later on in the RP (Erna would snaffle him with that gem of his and keep him as insurance). And I've developed a soft spot for him too, and wouldn't mind if he made it out of the RP alive, as I'm hoping to use him again in a later one.

OOC: Well, you very obviously COULD bring him back, since you can't really KILL a daedra, just send them back to Oblivion.

This post has been edited by bbqplatypus: Sep 14 2009, 07:11 PM

Rothan

The pilgrim ran past the guard and leapt onto the scamp who'd been preparing a second fireball. As he bounced its head against the ground Rothan noticed that the pilgrim wore a funny looking bracer, almost like a slave bracer but that was unthinkable. An escaped slave posing as a pilgrim? No one would go inland though. The pilgrim's skin showed through burns the dark robe, it didn't look good. Maybe burnt, but they were the oddest burns Rothan had seen. He decided he'd have to have a look at it later.

The scamp lay broken but the pilgrim was already up and facing the hunger which had injured the guard. "The sword," he shouted. For a moment Rothan was confused then he realised the guard still had his sword in a desperate grip. The fingers were tight about it and the guard thrashed. The blood was slick under him. Rothan struggled for a moment but the hunger was looking much improved. There wasn't time so he elbowed the guard's jaw and for a moment the grip loosened. Rothan scooped the sword out and leapt up to give it to the pilgrim who took it. He stepped back a little.

"Go to it," he shouted and readied himself. When the pilgrim had all the hunger's attention he was going to try to stamp its knee.

Dranas Heleran

With the scamp distracted by the ancestor ghost, Dranas was freed to extract a vial of poison from his belt. He popped it open, emptied the contents over his blade, and darted out from his shelter. The scamp's head was severed with a single stroke.

A clannfear leaped in to take the scamp's place, claws slashing the air, beak snapping.

Rianne

The hunger that was fiercely attacking Rothan, the man who joined Dralas and her for dinner, was obviously get his target. Now that was nothing Rianne could accept.

The flame in her palm grew a bit bigger, she focused on the beast, terrified to hit Rothan... Then there was that other figure, she recognized him vaguely but couldn't really tell who he was.


She waited for an opportunity to cast her devastating spell...

May Azura be with me in this

There! Now! The hunger got a bit away from Rothan, the other man was closer but not that much


Rianne sneaked a bit closer..."Vomica Cruor" she shouted, pointing at the hunger with her left hand. A thin purple ray of light emerged from her hand and hit the hunger in its side with a poof...

As usual it was spectacular to see the effects of this spell. The hunger's body slowly grew swollen and his scream of unspeakable pain as his inside was turned into ashes was tormenting..

oh by Azura, I did it, ahhhh

Rianne stood absolutely still...watching her target slowly turn into dust

Apelles Velvus

Apelles came bounding into the chamber with his sword pointed outward, his eyes focused and intense. Behind him he could hear the sound of snarling Daedra, shattering plates, and bursts of magical flame.

His bow and his armor were both in a footlocker down in the room that served as the barracks - he had only his sword and his hunting knife. And he was charging in like a crazed Nord. Not his wisest decision - yet he was committing to it. There were officers in that chamber that the caravan could not afford to lose, and at the moment, a large number of Daedra were in that chamber.

In the main chamber a number of Armigers and Ordinators alike were fighting to fight off the Daedric horde. Hungers, Clannfears, and a number of small horrors that Apelles could not even name filled the hall. A few of the guards had already fallen before this onslaught.

Amid all the clamor and pandemonium, Apelles saw movement in his peripheral vision that caught his eye. He swung his sword around to meet it.

Then, he received a glancing scratch to his side. He turned and saw a clannfear, baring its teeth at him. He slashed furiously at it, hitting it three times and taking a medium-sized cut to the leg.

Apelles was fighting like a man possessed - not at all as he usually did. He was fighting as he had as a young man - purely on energy and instinct, like an enraged drunkard. He knew not why - perhaps the anger from the heated conversation had clouded his judgment. At the moment, he was not yet exhausted from the fighting, nor limping from his wounds. Yet somewhere, deep in the dark recesses of his mind, he knew it was just a matter of time. But he pushed these thoughts aside for now.

Then he saw it - a tall, imposing Dremora, dressed in spiky black armor and in the midst of separating an Ordinator's head from his shoulders.

Then, he saw Salms Ralas approaching it. They glanced at each other. They would need to take this one down together.


OOC: I'm assuming Khallet is a Dremora. Let me know if he isn't.

Haz

Haz took the sword and held it in front of him awkwardly. The hilt was meant to accomodate only one hand, but the Argonian felt too uncomfortable to hold it in any other way than with both. Whereas before he had cursed his tunnel vision, this time he welcomed it. The only thing he could see was the Hunger and its movements.
"Ugh! Normally I have the element of surprise. This is different."

When the snarling beast leapt, Haz performed a clumsy swing that was both executed too soon and too high to hit, leaving him unbalanced for when it would strike. The Hunger's tongue shot out, striking at his shoulder and burning yet another albeit tiny hole in his robe with its acidic saliva.
"Missed, I guess this is it then. Heh, such a pathetic fate." Haz thought as he waited for the inevitable. But fate had other plans.

The Hunger's screams changed in pitch dramatically and it collided with him not as a killer, but as a dying, popping, burning piece of meat and bones. Haz instinctively pushed it away from him and threw himself backwards, away from it. Before him, the thing that had been about to kill him was turning to ash. The Argonian felt the urge to puke. The sight wasn't the most horrible, it was the smell.
"What...just happened?" He mumbled, shaking his head. With a frown, he brought himself back to more urgent bussiness.

"Anyway, let's get out of here now, priest." He said as he tucked the sword behind his belt. Hopefully the blade wouldn't cut through his clothes anytime soon.
"You risk your life to save your kin. No matter my hate for you, I admire such actions. So, I guess I'll help this time." He thought and bent down to grab the guard by the legs.

OOC: I've described the effect of Vomica Cruor, tell me if I'm wrong and I'll edit (or do it yourself)

Rothan

Rothan shied away from a beam of purple light which passed his head. What in oblivion? he thought. It struck the hunger he faced and the daedra stopped advancing. Rothan backed away, he had no idea what the magic might do. The hunger's body began to swell and it roared pain. Rothan backed away further, this was powerful and nasty magic, he wanted to glance behind to see who had cast it but the writhing hunger held his gaze with morbid curiosity. It's skin split like an overcooked ashyam and steam rushed out in a fetid burst, then more gashes opened and he saw its insides were smouldering. Ash began to fall from it then suddenly there was only dust.

Rothan stared in shock for a moment then rushed back to the fallen guard before another daedra could fill the hunger's place. Looking back he saw Rianne had been watching the spells effect. Had she cast it or merely observed? He didn't know and the guard needed help.

Then the pilgrim was there. Rothan grabbed one of the guards arms and the pilgrim took the other. As they dragged him away towards the enterance of the cavern Rothan noticed the pilgrims arms again, the robe had been burnt by a fireball and the bracer showed through clearly. It was a slaves bracer, there was no doubting it, and the pilgrim had very odd skin. Very odd. Perhaps the pilgrimage was for a cure.

At the back of the chamber Rothan dropped the guards arm and looked at the wounds. All his stuff was in his pack, he patted his robes pockets and was relieved that he had left a bit of resin mixed with corkbulb in a packet. For a moment he fiddled with the guard's cuirass straps but they were slick with blood.

"Do you have a knife?" he asked the pilgrim.

This post has been edited by Olen: Sep 15 2009, 08:56 AM