OOC: This is what i had in planning for this part

[B]The Silhouette

"Well it seems my argonian friend hasn't the guts to fight" with that he sped off towards an area with more people. He made sure to avoid the newly spawned images for a reason no one knew. The dead ordinators were'nt attacking people only fireing arrows, that seemed to go no where, and they were keeping their distance from the people of vivec. The Silhouette, danced about with his blades, killing tons of ordinators, and also setting many aflame with magic

Val-Jeer Battle of Ebonheart

"DON'T RUN FROM ME!"

Val was intent on dashing after the silhouette to finish this, but upon letting his first step down, a sudden force rocked his body. With a loud 'BANG', and a wave of pain from his shoulder, he collapsed to his knees.

For just a moment, he thought for certain he felt sadness from the firefly lights flickering about him. The intense hatred burning inside him cooled, and in its place came wave after wave of pain.

He lurched forward and vomited. Opening his eyes, all he could see was blood. His blood. Val gripped his left shoulder, the cloth there soaked through with blood from where the negative energy had burst from his body. If the vengeful dead had gained anymore foothold inside him, that blast would have likely destroyed him.

He staggered to his feet and took note of the goblins, orcs, and undead surrounding him.

Where am I?

Endris -- Battle of EbonHeart

Endris, Alavesa, and Rilamus remained on top of the small house they were standing on. Alavesa and Rilamus stood behind Endris protectively as he looked on over the battle.

And what a battle it was turning out to be.

He had seen several "Unique" people, not the run of the mill warriors, one of which had engaged in combat with Lyakon. Problem was, Endris didn't want Lyakon dead. He and his bodyguards stepped coolly through the battlefield. Ordinators and Goblins faught ferociously all around him, but no one attacked himself or his escorts.

He was not spared from battle because the enemies were afraid of him for he was unknown to them; rather, something else was at work. My sword, perhaps?

Endris came to where Lyakon and the strange man were fighting. The Goblins and Orcs had circled around the duel creating a sort of Arena...

He stood off to the side and watched with interest, interest particularly placed on the blood-crazed man. (Malik)

Megil

Megil brought the blade down, a spray of blood streaming up fromt he pressure of the blow, the orc a look of surprise as the blade rent him and his armor in half, the body stood for a secon and then toppled to either side revealing the figure of Megil behind the orc, he looked around to see that the battle was a stalemate, he saw the flares of fire froma distance, no doubt the defiled creature,

"GUARD YOURSELFS!" he yelled, carried in the wind despite the cacophonous sounds of battle, immedietly the odinators began to cast reflect and shield speel, resistance to fire potions were drunk from each ordinators potion belt,

Megil looked around at the surrounding, the field was a blood-fed quagmire, the ground thick in it, the sulfurous fumes from fires filled the air, and plumes of smoke rose into the sky.

Megil brougtht his sword in a wide swing att a group of goblins charging at him, the sword slicing through them like tissue paper, the sould blade beckoned Megil for more souls, for with each person slain, the swords pwoer grew. An infernal blade from oblivion freed from it's captivity. much like Arcyatk's staff, only this blade was impartial when whole. a judge when seperated. enemies charged at him from both sides, megil wrenched the blades apart and spun. Megil smirked,

"prepare for judgment," the blades spun in a complete circle, Megil the center. both blades passed through the enemies like a mist. the enemy stopped looking at megil in bewilderment for it seemed the blades had done nothing, some smirked and bggan roaring with laughter. but then they gurgled up blood and feel to the floor dieing, others looked at megil as a saviour, instead of fighting him, the charged into their own troops slaying their comrades.

the blaes had sliced the souls of those soldiers, some recieved mecy and lived, other were consumed by the darkness of the blade.

and so megil continued his advance, turning more and mroe of the enemies into allies. and the apparitions dissipating in the wind as the blades passed through them. their last living energy yanked most violently from the caster.

Val-Jeer Battle of Ebonheart

Why are they hesitating?

Indeed they were. They simply surrounded him, but none would approach. Val could see fear in their eyes. Had he done something that would really bring such terror to obviously powerful foes? Even the undead held their ground.

Val's legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Confused, but eager for blood, the enemies around him took this opportunity to advance on Val. With great effort, Val held up his blade.

The Silhouette


"This is not going well" an orc captain came up to the silhouette.
"Nonsense, i mean they're only goblins, we can get more," then he saw the amount of people megil had taken. Mala holdair mel tonga feiietra manry..." he was just about to finish the dark/light spell which had destroyed the canton, when the other silhouettes surrounded him "ralmedair" they all shouted, and that dissiated his spell. "You would have killed all of us, just to defeat this small group of ordinators that we have left?, You may be our leader, but not our master," one of them said

"Move let me finish the spell," he hissed back

"Halermedina feltran" the silhouettes, and the moldair disappeared from the battle, and landed back on their island.

leaving the goblins to their fate,while most escaped to the hills, a lot were left in ebonheart to fight

Lykaon
Lykaon parried and blocked several of the strikes with ease, but others got through, fornately for Lykaon, his Ebony armor was thick, and hard, so the strikes only left shallow gouges in the armor, save one that tore into the chainmail that protected Lykaon's elbow and the warrior cursed, crimson blood flowing from the wound, not heavily, but still, he was bleeding. In return, Lykaon, in yet another display of inhuman strength, leapt over malik, and turned in mid air so he landed facing Malik's back, before lashing out with a hay-maker of a slash.

Sedrane
Zergonipal

Sedrane bit his lips when Kaushad was interrupted by Sul-Matuul, but had too much respect for the older ashkans to say something....

"He was about to tell me something!"

He assembled the Ahemmusa warriors around him planning to enhance their spirits by a meditation-session. He told them to sit in a circle......in lotus-positions....then he told them how they should do this, they should united as one....summon their ancestors, to get guidance and support from the elders...as the Ahemmusa had done for ages....

Mabarrabael gave Sedrane a curious gaze, but sat down in the magical circle and shut his eyes

Sedrane concentrated..hard...but his ancestors did not show up.....he knew he wasn´t focused, but how could he? Apparently Kaushad had knowledge of his father.....

Stauros and Delfran->Ebonheart battle

Stauros and Delfran were about to join the battle gain when the noticed somthing

"hey, Stauros, are the goblin fleeing?" Stauros looked up tward the hills and shook his head in disbeleif

"wow, I guess they are, we don't need to be here anymore."

Stauros and Delfran left tward the gate and left the battle to their backs.

This post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Oct 13 2005, 11:30 PM

Wred Halius
Ebonhart

Wred Halius was soaked in blood, both his own and the enemies. They cut him plenty but he had healing and fatigue potions to spare, and managed to keep himself fighting until finally he ran out.

Utterly axhausted, he failled the noticed an lights erupted around him. Nor did he care. He didn't notice their were illusionist arrows at all until they were gone. He slew the last goblin in the area, and looked around. He was surrounded by a crator of death with him in the center. The battle had ended.

Kaushad
Zergonipal

Kuashad went to meet with his own soldiers. "Okay," he addressed them. "It's time for some real action. Unfortunately there are still a significant number of Telvanni fighters outside the Grazelands. If we truly want to leave them defeneseless, we must keep the battle in the Grazelands, and concentrate their forces there. They have a Guard, but I'm sure their leader will do something stupid once the violence escalates and send his guard to aid in the Grazelands fight. This will leave them defenseless for attack. However, it will be extremely difficult to provoke their leader into sending all his defenses to the Grazelands. We have to push him into doing it by upping the raids. We have mages, and alchemists, we can sabotage their supplying caravans and jump their insurgeants. We have to make the situation seem hopeless, and like the bafoon he is he will find it necessary to send more men. Morale will be low, their army will concentrated in a Battlefield not even worth it. We can strike their city then, and then they will realize our wrath."

Anthanes - Ald'ruhn

Anthanes got up again and muttered something about his head.

Serene
New Vivec

Serene decided to go back to her friends at Zergonipal.....she had accomplished her mission here..brought Athyn Sarethi to Raavin....she longed for Leni...and Jonacin,,the very thought of him made her sigh....

She chanted a teleportation spell.......and ended up right outside Zergonipal ruins



Serene
Zergonipal

"Jonacin! Leni.....are you there somewhere?" she called for her beloved ones

Jonacin, Zergonipal
Jonacin was walking near the entrance to the shrine with Leni when he heard Serene calling. He scooped Leni up in his arms saying "Looks like mummy is back, let's go say hello". With that, he began to walk towards the sound of Serene's voice.

Serene
Zergonipal

She rushed towards them....the tall redguard with the little girl in his arms....

"Oh my darlings.....have I missed you both!"

She flung herself in the arms of her husband.....hugging and kissing him....and Leni...oh Leni.....

"So what is the situation here then? "she asked after the greeting ceremony was ended

Jonacin, Zergonipal
"Well, i tested both Marrabael and Sedrane for the spark that allows a person to call upon a Shehai, and found it on them both, although in Marrabael it is weak. I've begun training them, and despite Kaushad not approving of it, i will continue to do so. And Leni made some new friends among the Ashlander children"

Serene
Zergonipa

"Now that´s wonderful.....Sedrane thinks very high of you Jonacin...he will be pleased....now why didn´t Kaushad approve?"


"It´s his son.....he is probably jealous..that Sedrane has special powers....I wonder if Kaushad told Sedrane yet?l

Jonacin, Zergonipal
"Something about betraying his roots and neglecting his duties as an ashkan, i think. I didn't really pay attention, it's not my concern"

Serene
Zergonipal

"Hmmm...you know Kaushad is Sedrane´s biological father don´t you?...maybe it´s the reason for his harshness?"

Jonacin
Zergonipal
"I didn't knnow, actually, but that could well be the reason"

The Silhouette

"You lost the battle!!" miran said with a rumbling voice

"I could have one using the dark and light spell, but these traitors stopped me" the silhouette said pointing to the other silhouettes "We only lost half our men, but the invasion of vivec proper will be postponed quite a bit," he hissed

"Very well," replied miran, "but i tell you this, you must go to vvardenfell and gather all the orc cultists, and goblins that didnt come to the battle, and i order you to take dagon fell, take the rest of the silhouettes,

ooc: think of the silhouettes as the shades from eragon, and the nazgul from LOTR