OOC: I'm about to get this back off the ground...

Sel realized something about mid-way into his swing - this was stupid.

He stopped the swing, and landed on the ground, rolling away from Sasal.

"This is ridiculous." he said, sheathing his sword. "Why don't we focus on Arcyakt?"

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OOC:You should've killed him...

York awoke later in the day, the ship was rocking too intensely for him to sleep any longer. He walked back up on deck and toward the captain's office, stopping and looking around before entering.

Once inside he took the finest brandy from a chest,

The captain won't need it anymore...since his unfortunate accident.

York tilted the bottle up drinking half the bottle of flin the captain kept stashed away and sat in the captain's chair mocking him pretending to sign the papers and drink. He leaned back in the chair and put relaxed, drinking the expensive brandy.

"I hope we arrive soon...this is borin' the ell outa me." York said in a slurred voice

OOC: omg. has there only been like 10 posts in 2 days!?

Osano stood up and looked around for something to do. After finding nothing he drew his sword and held it up to the sunlight, examining it. He had killed a small amount of people during his life, especially for a warrior. And now he was joining forces with an evil mage. How did I end up here? It's not that he wasn't happy with his choice, rather confused by it. He ran his fingers along the Daedric Claymore feeling the details on it. The sword was almost mint. It had seen very little battle since he acquired it. Osano sat back down on the deck and lied the sword next to him....

Konrad sat there, cross legged on a rock. He had his eyes shut, and listened carefully to Sel. He sighed and replied slowly, "Why don't we just wait for him to come to us? He wants to kill us, so he's definitely coming. How about you follow up on that duel I asked you for?" he asked, uncrossing his legs and leaping off the rock. He drew his silver longsword in mid-air and landed gracefully, placing the flat side on the ground and rolling to spread the force.

He stood up again and pointed his sword at Sel.

At that moment a hand reached out and plucked the sword from Konrad's hands.

"Should hold on tighter." Niran said with a snicker.

"I'll need this," he said as he sheathed Konrad's sword and walked off again. He had come back to take some of their food, and had remembered that he needed a weapon.

(OOC: )

Konrad growled, and took out his dagger from his boot. "Give that back, thief..." he said, as he levitated the sword high in the air and threw the dagger to his back.

Niran dropped to the ground and caught the dagger as it fell down at him.

"Thanks,"

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Sel walked over to Celia and sat down beside her.

"I quit one duel, only to be offered another, and then I get to see this." he said, pointing to Konrad and Niran.

To Sel's thinking, they were closer to Arcyakt than they had ever been since the Telvanni-Redoran battle. Sasal would get what was coming to him soon enough, and Konrad would get his duel - after Arcyakt was taken care of.

Konrad sighed. He just lay down in the dirt and stared at the sky, his sword rested across his chest after it had flown back to him.

Niran raised an eyebrow, and tossed the dagger to Konrad.

"Whatever," he said before walking away.

"This is stupid, This group can't even hold itself up, let alone banding together to defeat a common enemy."

"Your very observant," Niran said mockingly "None of us noticed that."

"indeed," Megil glared at Niran, "But it seems that you are the main problem."

"Yeah, so I've been told. By everyone, so you can keep your mouth shut."

Stupid bastarde.

Niran returned the glare, he refused to be the first to look away or back down.

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(OOC: Slow internet connect, my bad.)

Celia sighed in exasperation, her head felt like bursting. "Megil's right, Niran!" She glanced at him, her eyes serious. "Whose side are you on?" she growled, frustrated. She grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at Niran's direction. "All you've been doing is antagonizing the group, especially the sensible ones. Taunting, threatening, hurting--- Well, I'm sick of it!"

She glared at Niran and leaned over, her voice low. "And if you ever," she hissed through gritted teeth, "ever hurt my friends again, I will take it that you are an enemy, and I will personally kill you."

Celia smiled tightly and then calmly walked away from the group to find a more quiet spot to think and to be alone.

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Sel had been about to say something around the same lines - Niran had, after all cut him with that dagger of his twice, but Celia had beat him to it.

He stared wide-eyed as she threatened Niran. That was...not normal for Celia to say the least.

He let her go, he understood the need to be alone.

"So, instead of slashing each others backs," he said with another glare towards Niran. "Why don't we plan our next move?"

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Aug 2 2005, 02:17 AM

Not on your side, apparently.

With a glare at Celia this time, Niran spat in her direction.

"How much did Sel pay for you, you stupid-!" Niran was going to add more, but decided against it.

So kill me.

And with that he took a step towards Sel and punched him in the face, voicing his thoughts.

"So kill me!"

This post has been edited by gamer10: Aug 2 2005, 02:42 AM

Sel knew what word Niran left out, and wasn't pleased, to say the least. Even less so when a fist came flying at him.

Sel had to have credit for holding his anger so far, but it couldn't be controlled with constant injury from Niran.

his sword was out of its sheath and at Niran's neck in a flash, it's tip drawing a tiny dot of blood on the exposed flesh.

"If you insult Celia again, stab me again, slash me again, or even punch me again, I will be hard pressed not to do what you asked."

If Niran had a weapon, Sel would have fought him, but even he couldn't kill a defenseless man.

With everything said, Sel sheathed his sword and walked away. He couldn't stand to be around Niran much longer. He walked down to the coast and watched the waves.

"Oh really," Niran said,

With nothing to hit Sel with, he took his heavy pouch and threw it at Sel's head.

Though it missed, because Sel was long gone.

Niran sighed, and kicked the sand.

It wasn't that he didn't feel any guilt or remorse for what he did.

It was that he didn't like apologizing. . .

Niran wandered upon Celia, putting his hand on her shoulder he leaned towards her and whispered.

"Hate me all you want, but I've told you before that I love you, it may not show but I do."

No response came so he continued:

"Celia, okay you want me to admit it, I know you do. I'm a jerk, a hateful stupid and arrogant Imperial." And he spun her around and brought her hand up to his face.

"So hit me, kill me. Do whatever you like, let out your frustration at my arrogance, hurt me. I deserve it."

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Konrad arched an eyebrow at Celia in her outburst, then chuckled. He got up again, sheathed his sword, and went to the beach to swim for Vvardenfell. He took off his boots and dived in, slowly making his way to the bigger Island.