Flint Ironwood, still the same place.
Flint was now getting hit by snowballs from everywhere.
,,Alright, I give up! I give up! You guys...and lady win!" He shouted as he sat down and shook of the snow. Luckily he had a fancy frost/fire enchantment on his underwear. With the cold weather, only the fire enchantment would be working. He'd be dry and warm in no time at all.
,,Say, what are we going to do once we run out of snow?" He asked no one in particular.



(Sorry, but I couldn't stop myself. I just invented Tamriel's version of a suit with built-in heater and airconditioning. )

(OOC: OH, how terrible I am, always spoiling the fun. )

Thiras, sword in hand, snuck up behind Brianna and wrapped one arm around her neck, the other around her midsection, pinning her hands against herself as his blade hovered in his hand by her neck.

"Don't try to resist or I'll kill you," he whispered in her ear as he shouted to the others.

"I want the rest of you to empty your pockets, gold, jewels, the lot, and hand them over, or she goes bye-bye."

(OOC: I suppose it'll come down now to Brianna kicking his silly a**.)

This post has been edited by gamer10: May 6 2006, 10:59 PM

Arygon, in a familiar move, dived from his perch in the tree and landed with his feet on the thief's shoulders. Then he dropped wrapping his legs aroung the thiefs neck, a short flip later and the thief was on the ground with Arygon's glass dagger an inch from his Adam's Apple, "Ruining the fun, eh?" Arygon smiled, he wasn't in the mood for killing...

OOC: Never attack a woman when Arygon's around...

(OOC: Dude, I said Brianna got to kick his butt, not you. Now its time to kick Arygon's!)

Thiras, Bad Position

Thiras grinned, and in one swift motion, pushed the mans dagger hand aside and brought his own dagger up to thrust it at the mans stomach.

(OOC: Arygon can't be that quick, I mean my guy is an expert sneakanator.)

Arygon looked down at the man, and started laughing. The man's dagger had managed to penetrate his chitin, but contained none of the so popular magic, or poison, that had been used so much. Of course if someone tries to kill you, don't just keep laughing. Arygon reached to his back holster, pulled out his loaded Dwemer Crossbow, stepped back, "Ok, stand up, else I give you a new hole in your hollow head." Arygon was deadly serious now.

OOC: If you read the entire fight Arygon has been through MUCH worse than a simple dagger to the chest.

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: May 6 2006, 11:15 PM

Sadril

A snowball hit Arygon square in the face as Sadril wiped the excess snow of his hands. "Let's not go spilling more blood right now, shall we?" he added with a grin. The snowball had, hopefully given the attempted thief a chance to run when faced with Arygon's crossbow.

OOC: sry for length, had to do it

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: May 6 2006, 11:20 PM

(OOC: Gosh darn it!)

Thiras

Instead of running, Thiras hastily drew his longsword, and lunged at Arygon.

Arygon, flicked his dagger down the thief's blade grinding as it went. Until it contacted the hilt where Arygon used his other hand to grab it. Both men fought over the hold on the sword...

OOC: Thanks a lot there Shogun...

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: May 7 2006, 12:17 AM

Flint Ironwood, watching a fight.

,,Aw, man. Can't we have some peace here for once?" Flint muttered. He then cast a telekinesis spell and attempted to lift the sword and the dagger out of their hands.
,,Now both of you calm down or uncle Flint is going to punish you for being a bad boy. No alcohol for the next three days, for the both of you!"


(A bit short maybe. Also notice that Flint casts the spell, he doesn't use his katana for this one. The spell is much more usefull if you try to manipulate things instead of wildly blasting them.)

Ranes, Where do you think?

Ranes shook his head and sighed. "If anyone's skilled in illusion magick, now would be a great time to paralyze one or both of them," he said, raising his hands. He cast a strength damaging spell at Thiras. It wasn't particularly strong however, Ranes tended to use destruction magick to blow the crap out of things rather than weaken them.

Flint talking about Illusion, reminded Arygon of his enchanted ring, a activation later, and the sword was falling to pieces. Arygon stood with his glass dagger just in front of him, as the other man watched in shock as the blade of his sword fell out of it's hilt.

OOC: You gotta love weapon damaging spells, eh?

Sadril, In the Snow

Right. Sadril ran up to position himself between the two combatants in an attempt to stop the fighting. "Now now, let's stop this bickering, shall we?" he said as placed a hand on both of their shoulders and sent a paralysis spell through his fingertips. Nothing too long, just enough for time to kick away Arygon's glass dagger, and whatever might be left of Thiras' sword...

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: May 7 2006, 05:59 PM

Arygon tried his best, being paralyzed and all, to laugh but his face couldn't move what so ever. His eyes scrolled the area, and stopped at the Vamp, how nice it was to lose his dagger. Arygon decided he would have a better chance in hand-to-hand without weapons anyway... but it was the thiefs turn to make a move...

OOC: Arygon's a gaming kinda guy
Oh right, Flint blasting wildly with telekinesis has always worked well for me... oh wait thats cause I'm usaully fighting 3+ guards...

This post has been edited by DarkHunter: May 7 2006, 07:17 PM

Flint Ironwood, same place.

Flint gave up. It didn't look like he could stop the fight. The Vampire seemed to have a bit more success.
,,Whatever. I'm going to find some wood we can use to make a fire." He said before wandering off into the woods.

He collected branches wherever he could find them and came back a while later.
,,That should do it. Let's see if I can still do this." He muttered as he dropped the branches in a pile and then tried to light a spark with two small pieces of metal he'd found, probably old arrowheads. The spark came, but died out before the Breton could get the fire going.
,,Oh what the hell. No one is watching."
One small fireball later, Flint had a nice little campfire going.
,,Come on and join. I stole some food from Agnar's kitchen when I last dropped in. Does anyone know a good story?"

Skoll Yggdrasil

Skoll satt down besides Flint near the fire. He had been out all day, even thought he had done this for all his life it was always nice to warm out near a warm fire.

"Well, I've never been a story teller. Never had anyone to share stories with." Skoll replied with a doubtful smile to Flint.

Thiras, Angry Man

Thiras frowned, "I prefer my sword, but unlike Mr. Corageous woman saver over here I can't pull weapons out of my a**."

He jumped at Arygon, but didn't punch. Instead he wrapped his hands around the mans midsection as he threw himself forward into him.

(OOC: )

Flint Ironwood, at the campfire.

Flint looked at the two fighting man and smiled. They just kept going. You'd think that after fighting for their lives back there, at least someone would be tired.

,,No problem. There is a first thing for everything. To be honest, I'm not much of a storyteller myself. I spent too much time on other people's roofs for that. Maybe we can invite the others over here. Who knows, one of them may be a professional storyteller." Flint told the man beside him.

,,Hey you guys, here's where the fun is!" He shouted with another look at the fighting thieves.
He then took put his katana in his lap and took out one of his small smithing tools. He bet that a Dremora would jump out of a tree if he didn't kept his weapon in perfect condition. Life had become crazy enough for that recently.

Brianna approaching the campfire

"Hey guys....is there room for me maybe?"

She sounded tired and sad, her walk was slow and weary. It was getting colder and she had no coat. With her arms around her body she slowly approached the fire...

Arygon looked down at the man who was practically hugging his waist, "Aw, screw it. Feel rich friend, but leave the rest alone." Arygon dumped the ruby contents, of the Dwemer tube that was stuck in his belt, onto the man's head. He then walked over to the fire, where Brianna was shivering. Arygon took off his own woolen coat and dropped it on Brianna's shoulders. "Tell stories are we?"

Sadril, campfire


Sadril sighed and went to join the others at the campfire. He removed his katana from his belt and sat it in the snow beside him before sitting cross legged. A look of seriousness was on his face as he stared into the fire. He held up his right hand as if to inspect it. It was shaking, like when one hasn't gotten enough to eat and is low on energy.

He laid back in the snow, trying to compress his urges. He hadn't fed in a day, and after being so diligent with feeding for so many years it was having an...effect on him.