Flint Ironwood, you know where.

Flint looked up.
,,Oh, bummer. Today just sucks."
Flint stood up and walked towards Arygon, with a wary eye at Deagan.
,,Oh what the hell, as if he's goin got attack me. He's got a honourcode." The Breton muttered to himself as he knelt down and dragged Arygon off Deagan's feet. He took of what remained of the helmet and looked at the man he helt in his arms.

Telina would be able to defend herself just fine now that the surprise was gone, not to mention that Brianna would join in on the fun if the going got rough. So Flint didn't need to worry about them.

Arygon's face was disturbingly pale, probably due to the poison. Flint noticed a small headwound, but nothing serious. With a good rest, the man should be alright. Flint took out one of his numerous small smithing tools he wore on his belt and used it to carefully pull out some small pieces of chitin that were embedded in Arygon's head. That was all he could do for the moment. Flint carefully laid Arygon on the ground and looked at his surroundings.


(Alright, it's 23:30 pm right here, so I might go to bed at any moment. And yeah, we got a bit carried away there, didn't we? )

Rahvin

Rahvin had been awake for some time, hoping to surprise someone if it came to fighting again. Apparently, he had somehow caused a small truce.

He sat up slowly, abandoning his cover of being asleep.

This is awkward. he thought, especially since Brianna hadn't the sense to keep her mouth shut about what he'd done.

Holding out his hand, he spoke to Sadril. "I believe that belongs to me."

Esethir stood, stunned by what had just occured. This one had gotten in his way again - for all he cared he could die at Deagan's feet. He stared at Telina, bowing as he had don in the room where he had triked her.

"Esethir Madam, at your service." he told her, a slight hint o mocking within his voice. He smiled at her, sheathing his staff on hs back.

Deagan, with everyone else

Deagan looked to the man at his feet, it was the same one that had stuck him with the glass dagger near the start of this whole venture. He took the glass dagger from his belt and thought briefly of stabbing Arygon with it to take his revenge but decided not to because of all the allies the man had nearby.

There will be another time...

He looked to Rahvin as he sat up.

"Welcome back...and I'm glad to see that you took care of the girl..." Deagan said to him with a hint of sarcasm

OOC: We should probably be thinking about some way to end this truce...


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Brianna

Brianna was satidfied that Rahvin´s arm was pretty ok again. So now they were even, and that was good.

She looked at him and then turned around and slowly walked away.....utterly tired of fighting and killing-.attempts.

She sat down under a tree and curled up.......

OOC: Not to be rude to Minque, have to go now - Hopefully my post won't intefer or anything!

Skoll Yggdrasil
Outside the Cave

Skoll saw the Vampire build up a rage, rushing past him with furious speed outside to the deep snow and took a quick healing spell. His arrow had hit his neck, but it wasn't as deadly as he wanted it to be.

Skoll nocked another arrow on his bow, this time a poisoned arrow. It wouldn't kill, at least not the poison. But it would inflict pain over the time, very annoying if trying to turn invisible.

Skoll aimed for the chest of the Vampire before releasing the arrow, it pierced it's way through the cold air with deadly speed. Fenrir soon followed, the huge wolf charged swiftly through the deep snow before leaping against the Vampire. The huge jaws filled with rows of keen teeth made it's way for the neck of the Vampire - hopefully to get a good grip and pin him to the ground.

OOC: Sorry to engage in combat when I have to leave, but guess someone can control me. I'll shoot enchanted arrows and Fenrir will attack, if he tries to run I really won't have the greatest problem hunting him down.

This post has been edited by Fuzzy Knight: May 5 2006, 10:51 PM

OOC: feh, i'll have you know if there is one thing sadril is good at its avoiding people.

Sadril; Outside

Sadril ignored Rahvin's request for his dagger back. Instead he focused his attention on the incoming poisoned arrow. He made an attempt at chopping the arrow clear out of the air. In his many years of living he had managed this once, but then again never got to attempt it much.

His eyes focused on the arrow as it moved through snowfall right towards him. It wasn't that hard to follow, as it stood out amidst the snow, and was made clearer by Sadril's keen senses. He brought his katana up at just the right time.

Or so he thought.

The arrow, well aimed by a skilled archer, hit Sadril square in the chest. More specifically his left breast, mere inches from his heart. The poison took its effect almost immediately as he fell to one knee, a sharp pain grew in his chest and spread through his bloodstream. The wolf was a minor nuisance compared to the poison as Sadril held his arm up to allow the wolf to grapple on to it then cast a paralysis spell to put him out for a moment or two. His own dark blood dripped from the tip of the arrow sticking out of him onto the snow, darkened by malice.

Esethir strode over to the vampire, stepping over the dog and ignoring the man. If he was to die by that man's blade then the entrity of Tamriel would know of his cowardice.

"And he half expected it to be sawdust." he told the vampire, smiling as he nodded to the blood. "Ok, I'm not a fan of restoration but..." he told him, mumbling to himself.

He then placed his hand on the vampires heart. (If allowed by Sadril) It was then to Esethir's dismay he saw the muscle and the skin seal up around the arrow. "Bugger, I knew I'd forgotten something."

He angrily attempted to go back on teh spell, but failed miserably. "Sorry friend, at least my magic did some good on the poison but that arrow will stay unless healing lady over there cares to hlep the vampire who hreatened to kill her."

sonuva, minque your invisible so once again i didnt know you were posting...

also, you may want to mention something about removing the arrow, seeing as it was healed into his chest

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: May 6 2006, 12:20 AM

Brianna

She was nearly asleep when she overheard something about a "healing-lady"....that word, healing, always triggered something inside her.

She went back, seeing the vampire in a very bad shape.

" Do you want me to heal the vampire? He threatened me....but nevermind....I´ll do it, I always was too stupid for my own good. This is probably gonna get me killed!"


She put her hand on the vampire´s chest, trembling .....she was afraid of him....


"exsisto rememdium" she chanted, still holding her hand on the.....thing


"Feeling better now?" she asked the vampire

Esethir smiled, he had been called. The harsh winds of the Northern territory unfolded a subtle whisper around the glade - Esethir's calling. The Mer rose from the crouch and turned on his heels, addressing the congregation. "I shall take my leave. If you are ever in dire need of the safety of a magician's wrath whisper on the wind for me and I shall return for you."

He gazed into the soul of all present, his sight breaking through the barriers of the material plane and delving within the inner most sanctums of the mortals there. He gave them a parting gift - an everlasting warmth within their stomachs to carry them through the desolate wastelands of the Nordic snow-world.

He nodded the vampire, a nod of respect and sorrow. "I promise you, if you are still with us when I return I shall do a better job than that." he told him, a glimmer of a smile flcikering onto his resolute features for a moment before he returned to his solemn look. "Deagan, friend and brother, I thank you for the time we spent together." he told him, bowing.

He walked straight past Deagan, patting him on the shoulder and whispering into his ear as he disappeared into the merciless forest in search of his goal.

"Good hunting, Boss."

Sadril fell back on the snow, relieved by Brianna's healing. He looked up at the departing Esethir, smiled, pointed at him and said, "I'll die before the day you heal me again." To all it was becoming evident that Sadril was quite emotionally unstable...

He then sat up and turned his attention to Brianna, "Sorry I threatened you earlier. I trusted you with my sword, but then your friend attacked me, So I was quite angry and betrayed." The expression on Sadril's face had lightened, he even seemed likeable at that moment.

Deagan, Forest edge

Deagan looked to his companion, unsure of why he was leaving him but he knew that the reason must be a great one. He raised a hand to signal for Esethir to stay for a moment longer but before he knew it his old friend had already disappeared into the dense forest before him.

Esethir...good luck my friend, I hope some day to work beside you again.

He walked a few feet away and sat down on a large flat rock beside a tree, the reality of things just started to hit him.

Esethir was gone, perhaps never to return. He thought of all that they had been through together and how he'd been the only companion to stick with him through all of his plots and schemes until now and wondered why he'd left.

Deagan felt alone now even with so many people around him he knew that they were not friends, they were co-workers and targets but if Agnar truly was dead then the reward for the deed was nothing and he'd taken the life of a great man for no reason.

Everything was confusing now as Deagan sat alone in the darkness along the edge of the forest.

OOC: Bye Konrad...

Telina, outside.

Telina, who had stood and watched at the man who again had been a coward to attack her when she was not looking...although this time Arygon had thrown himself out of nowhere to take the hit.

The man named Eshetir, bowed, and introduced himself with no small hint of sarcasm, so she had done nothing...just stared at him in contempt untill he went over to the vampire, and then soon after Brianna came over and healed the vampire...clearly there was a peace going on.

"Brianna...I'm so tired, so I think I'll go to sleep now", she kissed Gorrmund, and then sat down against a tree, with her coat over her.

Arygon, was just waking up as Esethir left "Good-bye." Arygon then turned to the puzzle at hand, Brianna had healed all her enemies but had left him dying on the ground. How interesting charity is rewarded around here, Arygon crawled to his knees, stood leaning agaist a tree, and Telina cuddled up with Gorrmund, he felt more alone at that moment then at any time during his travels thorugh Morrowind. Arygon trudged slowly back into his cave, climbed the stairs on the platform, and laid down on a hammock. He sat there for a time, twirling a Dwemer tube between his fingers...


OOC: And the reason you help all your enemies but NOT your ally, is?

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: May 6 2006, 02:26 AM

Ranes, Cave/Outside it

Ranes stepped out the cave, satisfied that all enemies had been removed from it now, but the scene outside was rather strange. One assassin was leaving, another two had been healed and one still was alive and well.

And despite the fact that they had been trying to kill each other moments ago, everyone was acting as if a truce had been called. "What the....?" he muttered. He shook his head and took a moment to check that his horse was still okay despite the heavy fighting that had been going on. Once he had assured himself his horse was fine, he approached the others.

"So, we called a truce on something?" he asked.

Deagan, with everyone else

"There's just no point in continuing..." Deagan said calmly to Ranes

"So yeah...I guess it's a truce for the moment..." he added

He stood from his place and looked to Sadril and Rahvin for a moment...

"I'll be back..." He said to both of them

Deagan entered the cave in search of Arygon and after a few minutes he found him within the cavern in a hammock. He sat down on a chest and pulled the glass dagger from his belt.

"I think this is yours." He said, holding the dagger out in Arygon's direction

He used a friendly voice, there was little point in fighting anymore since he'd learned that Agnar was dead...or was he? Deagan didn't know or care, his schemes had led him here and there had to be some reason.

This post has been edited by Kiln: May 6 2006, 03:04 AM

Arygon looked at Deagan, "Thanks, here empty this tube, there should be a few rubies in there." Arygon decided that if Deagan could give back his dagger then he could do something nice too.

Deagan, Cave

Deagan thought about it for a moment and declined accepting the tube,

"Keep it...I don't need anything..." Deagan said

"Actually you wouldn't happen to have anything to drink layin around here would you?" he asked afterwards

He wiped his face, though it was cold for some reason sweat still built on his forehead. Deagan felt strange about killing Jadier...almost guilty actually, something he hadn't felt in a long time and he couldn't explain it.

Jadier seemed like an brave and honorable man, something about the slow and painful way he'd pushed the dagger into his chest played over and over through his mind like a nightmare.

"A truce?!" Sadril jumped to his feet, "But where is the fun in that my dear Ranes? I enjoyed our small battle back at the camp, I believe you nicked my sword with that unsightly claymore of yours," he now walked around in the snow as if nothing had happened, no fighting, no getting shot, no assassination. "None of us were actually truly enemies in the first place, you see. Just a large difference in ideals..." Sadril picked up some snow from the ground with his back turned to Ranes, "En garde!" he said as he spun and threw a snowball at him.

OOC: lol, don't know what im doing, just trying to start a ruckus i guess...