I don´t think I´ve killed any at all.....Serene muttered

"I am not sure. Could care less once Arcyakt gets on the bloody list."

Anthanes grinned.

"Well how many have you spared from death's grasp then Serene?" Megil said trying to spark some conversation.

he laughed at Anthanes's comment, "Agreed."

This post has been edited by Megil Tel-Zeke: Aug 26 2005, 07:28 PM

Anthanes smirked. "So... I noticed my level of irritation is only at the average level for the time of the day. Where's Jonacin?"

"Locked in combat with the mage, how else do you think that we have managed to make a dent in his army. Jonacin is keeping him busy" Megil said,

"I wouldn't worry to much, he can handle himself. and he has the sword," he added, trying to reassure Serene.

OOC: i hope you meant physics. serene is a psychic. so unless your theory had to do with esp, then youmeant physics

This post has been edited by Megil Tel-Zeke: Aug 26 2005, 07:37 PM

Anthanes grunted. "He just had to take the bloody glory for himself, hadn't he." The battlemage then ponders a theory of psychics, considering the hardness of a redguard male when compared to the sharpness of a giant pointy mousetrap.

Oh....hmmm, Serene thought carefully about this....quite a few I reckon she said looking more cheerful than before....

Osano sat quietly listening to the other's conversation. He ate his bread quickly but took small sips of his drink, savoring it.

(ooc sorry school TGIF)


Otik ordered a brandy, "I think I would like to get into the East Empire Company, or at least the Caldera Mining corp." Otik smiled "From the way I've heard that they opperate I should get rich quick" He took a drink "Or I could always be an assasin, I would think that job would be fun."

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Aug 26 2005, 09:50 PM

"If you were an assasin Otik, you would end up killing your bosses, with your itchy fingers when you draw that bow of yours."

Otik threw a kidding punch at Megil,"well if I do that then I will go to the more formal buissness at the east Empire Company. Ya see, I got it all covered. I just hope I don't get into trouble with the guards."

Sel was still seated, twiddling his thumbs. He looked up at Celia after a few long moments of silence.

"Celia," He began after a deep breath. "I'm in love with you." he said, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

OOC: Sel got less stupid!





This post has been edited by Dantrag: Aug 26 2005, 10:44 PM

Celia, caught off-guard, froze in mid-smile, her cheeks reddening. Slowly, the smile faded, and Celia felt awkward not knowing how to reply. She was also confused: She was still not used to young males admitting their affections for her...

She smiled slightly as she quickly crouched to where Sel sat, gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before running out of the room. It wasn't as if I did not like him like that; I am just... too shy for this kind of thing, she tried to assure herself.

This post has been edited by MerGirl: Aug 26 2005, 10:48 PM

Ouch. Sel thought to himself; he knew a rejection when he saw one, though he was appreciative of her nice way of doing it.

He sat there for a few minutes after she left before going outside to kill something.

Celia went outside of the Under Skar towards where she had last met the others: at the Rat in the Pot. If they were not there, she could always wait for them there. She did not see much danger coming her direction, but, to be safe, she ran alongside of the Ald-ruhn dwellings, trying to keep into the shadows whenever she could.

Just in case.

She thought she saw the bad mage from where she was, and immediately sped up, frightened. She barged in through the Rat in the Pot, and stopped at the enterance, taking in her surroundings and the people in the tavern...

Seeing some familiar faces, she sat down at a nearby empty table, feeling tired as well as a little depressed. She hoped this war would end soon... so she could go home in peace... If it was still in one piece, anyway...



This post has been edited by MerGirl: Aug 26 2005, 11:26 PM

Otik looked around," Hey Celia come Join us, We were talking about what we would do after this whole thing is over. Do you like brandy? Here." Otik handed her his drink "'scuse me barkeep could I get another brandy?"

"Otik, don't be pushin' brandies on young ladies, ends up badly believe me. But yes, come and join us Celia, parties over here" Shakur smiled, and his food arrived. He started digging in and cut away at the tastey meat.

Celia stood up and reluctantly sat with the others, her face still not smiling. She politely shook her head and handed the brandy back to Otik. "I am sorry, but I am not fond of brandy or anything of that sort..."

She glanced at Shakur as he tore on the defenseless meat. She tried to resist it, but she could not stop her mouth. She giggled softly. "I guess the werewolf is still in your blood, eh? Look at you, gnawing on that thing like a wolf or a wild dog!" She still could not believe how much Shakur has changed... especially the sudden growth of hair.

This post has been edited by MerGirl: Aug 27 2005, 01:03 AM

Sel walked past the Rat in the Pot, looking for a fight with some constructs or undead to take his mind off what just happened.

There were a few nearby, and he flung himself at them. There weren't very many left though, and after dispatching that small group, all the others were too far away to kill before someone else got to it first.

As he opened the door and took a step in, he noticed that Celia was right there. How had he missed her going by him? He stood still for a second, trying to decide what to so. They had probably already noticed him, and it was already too late to walk out, so he kept walking, avoiding eye contact with Celia.

He was a jumble of emotions at the time; he couldn't tell if he was confused, embarrassed, heartbroken, or all three put together, though he guessed it was the latter.

He walked past the group, found an empty table in the corner, and sat downin a slump, still holding on the the faint hope that nobody had noticed him, though they probably did...

"Hmm good point Shakur" Otik finished one of the bottles, "say, whats wrong Celia? When you came over you looked almost sad or confussed or something. Anything on your mind? A is it a septium for your thoughts." he held out a septum and layed it on the bar

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Aug 27 2005, 01:58 AM