Veric

Veric stiffened, his face turned to stone as he pondered the situation, what to do, ways out of it. Logic told him that there would be people here trying to save Satyana. Thusly not every person in this area shuld be considered a dark hearted soul drawn to Hero's Hill. Still this man posed a threat and Veric decided to act in an unorthodox fashion. He mouthed silently to Voltar, as if to say 'Follow my lead.' No words were voiced though.

Veric stood revealing himself and stared at the man on the ledge before coolly walking towards the entrance of the cave...

Voltar

Voltar heard the tumbling of stones made from the man landing upon the ledge behind him. He then saw Veric's instructions. Voltar made no signal of comprehension, so as to not lead on to the person that had spotted them that something was happening. Instead, he simply followed Veric inside the cave. He made sure to have a spell prepared on the tip of his mind all the same.

Better to be safe than sorry.

Ian, hero hill

When the two began to move towards the cave, Ian stared after them. He jumped down and slowly marched after them, knowing that they were aware of his presence. If they want to keep this chirade up then fine, but I'm going to get why they are here when this is all over.

Green-Root, Hero hill, cave remains.

A shadow blocked out the light from the entrance. Instantly, Green-Root gripped his silver spear and raised it to meet the new visitors. He dared to take a quick glance at the staff lying at the center of the room. To his horror, it seemed to be decomposing.
,,What is that object?"


His expressionless eyes took in the Breton and the Altmer.
,,I am treating a patient here. He is not yet fit to receive visitors. Leave."

Veric

Veric's plan hadn't worked, but it wouldn't matter. He entered the cave and looked around. The place had been almost completely obliterated it seemed. A few corpses were strewn about, perhaps a few living still left. Veric completely ignored the Argonian's threat, even his presence and carefully dropped himself into the smoldring crater in the cave to where a staff lie.

To his astonishment the staff was falling apart, decomposing. Veric reached out and lifted it up, hoping that perhaps human contact would keep the device in existence.

(OOC: the staff belonged to one of your character's jack. its fate is up to you so you can post what exactly happens to the staff when you next post)

Ian, making a point

He took in the scene, an Argonian was threatening the breton, but heedlessly the man picked up the rotting staff. If that thing caused all this then its remains are too important to fall into the wrong hands.

Ian crouched and nocked an arrow, taking careful aim at the magical instrument. If you thought ignoring me was smart, you have another thing coming. He let the arrow fly toward the staff in the Breton's hands.

Green-Root, warning.

The Breton ignored him and lowered himself into the crater. With one swift movement, he grabbed the staff.
,,Don't touch it!" The Argonian warned against his will. It was already too late. The staff burst into flames and lightning crackled through the small blaze. When the fire vanished, the Breton was holding a parchment.

To the receiver of this letter.

An old friend of mine, Fervus Noctus, met his fate. Perhaps at your hands, perhaps not. It doesn't matter. His death disturbed the balance in all planes of existence for a short moment, bringing his fate to my attention. Now that he's gone, I lay claim on any possessions he left in this world. As a friend, this is a duty I must fulfill. It was as he'd wished. I will take the staff to a place where no one can retrieve it, so it can join its master in death after centuries of decay. Do not try to find me, for I am a wanderer who does not submit his existence to a single plane.

Aureus Lucis.




(Since this comes as a pure surprise, maybe Veric burned his fingers? Nothing major, just a minor nuisance. I planned on removing the staff completely from the field due to being too powerful. I wanted to let Aureus retrieve it but then he would likely stay in the rp and upset the balance even worse than Fervus. I think the parchment is a better idea. Not to mention it is kind of flashy and may keep Veric on his toes even though there is no threat. )


Edit: I didn't noticed Ian's action. Sorry, maybe the staff got shot out of Veric's hands before burning up, preventing his fingers from getting hurt.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Jan 15 2007, 08:34 PM

Veric

The staff burst into flames in Veric's hands yet so long as there something solid to hold on to, he continued to grasp it. An arrow nearly missed his arm and pierced the flames that the staff had become but Veric was too interested to be bothered with the projectile.

His burnt trembling hands were left with a piece of parchment. He read it over, found it uninteresting and dropped it to the ground, quickly recomposing himself. Veric, faced with several people he did not know, addressed the first who had shot an arrow at him, simply with an odd, "It's not a good idea to shoot arrows at me."

He then turned to the Argonian and the man whom he was caring for, "Who is he?" gesturing towards the beaten Karn.

???, Near Swampy Cave

A young man surveyed his surroundings. He crouched and waited, a cheap iron arrow nocked in an ornate wooden longbow. The air was still save for the sound of a deer lightly grazing. The young man, quite young in fact, no older than 16 years, pulled back the drawstring steadily and took aim at the deer when a small pop of magicka interrupted behind him, startling both him and the target. His mark got away, though he was not bothered by it.

He turned to see what caused the noise when a much louder "pop" rang from Hero's Hill accompanied with a flash of light. The young man ducked instinctively at the sound, only to catch a glimpse of a woman lying in a clearing in th e direction of the original noise.

His eyes widened and the arrow fell from the bow and stuck into the ground as he ran to the body. He fell to his knees beside her and the first thing that struck him was the beauty of the person who lay before him. Her greyish skin shimmered with sweat in the sunlight and, although she was unconcious, a distressed look was written across her face.

He extended his left arm under her kneck and lifted her into a sitting position then extended his knee to support her back. With his other arm, he reached around his back, grabbed his flask of water, popped the cap to it and asked in a tone not so deep as an aged man's though lower than a young boy's, "Hey... Are you okay?"

Had her eyes of anguish opened and peered into his of concern she would see a young, timid but handsome man, probably of Nordic descent with some Imperial in him. His skin was well tanned, his sun-stained blonde hair was loose and uncut. It would appear he lived in the wilderness...

This post has been edited by ShogunSniper: Jan 15 2007, 09:57 PM

Ian, cavern

The breton was so fixated on the staff that Ian's arrow had little affect. He shook his head, and put the weapon away. Maybe I should have just shot him, spared us all this trouble When the man asked about the Argonian's "patient" Ian finally looked at the mer.

His eyes narrowed further as he recognized Karn. I could kill you here and now, but I would perfer to kill you on your feet.

Karn, same

While the Breton picked up that infernal staff and got burned as it burst into flames Karn had simply glared with a great measure of annoyance. Before he spat an unkind reply at the arrogant breton he heard Ian's message and stared at his advarsary.

"Good, I won't take long to recover, and when I do we'll see who is fit to live, once and for all!" The Imperial simply nodded an affirmative, some thing about him was different. He moved different he breathed different, nothing was the same.

Then turning his attention back to Virec, he did his best to spit in the arrogant snot's face. "My name is Karn, and I won't be talked down to, even if I can't breath without feeling pain."

Veric

"What are you gonna do about it?" Veric asked tauntingly, "Spit some more? Who is your leader?" he commanded, changing the subject.

Voltar

Voltar kept a passive stance as he walked into the cave and observed the events unfolding before him. He had to admit that he was a bit pleased to see the staff disappear in a burst of flame and lightning. That meant he still possessed one of the more powerful staffs upon Nirn.

The spell that was on the tip of his mind was nearly released when he saw the arrow attack upon Veric. It seemed the man who had followed them in didn't want them to have the staff. His elven eyes discovered that the man was actually a creature of the night. A vampire. He also saw that the vampire recognized the injured Dunmer on the other side of the cavern.

Voltar decided to change the spell on the tip of his mind to a fire one, knowing that such an element was a weakness for Vampires. Should he aim that bow again, Voltar might be provoked to unleash his spell. Maybe make a conjuration or two as well.

Karn

His breath was ragged, like he was breathing through a gag. Karn wanted more then anything to rip that Breton to pieces. But he knew full-well that he couldn't do anything worthwhile, not in his current condition.
So he simply became silent, not willing to give this man anything useful exept his contempt........

Veric

"Good," Veric smiled, "Now then, your leader? You serve a being that draws the ill-hearted into his control, correct?" he probed on. Veric could tell that this Karn was different than any other mindless drones that inhabited the camp surrounding the area, and he planned to find out what made him different.

Karn

He looked directly at Virec, then closed his eyes. Karn didn't believe that telling this man anything was a high priority right now. I would much perfer to get back to normal..... He let his breathing slowed down, letting his body begin to heal...

Ian

Ian studied the Altmer closely, and then remembered where he'd seen him before. That councilor's consort.... but now where is that lying n'wah? He looked back at the Breton, and noticed the same qualities he'd seen in the High Elf councilor.

What, now that guy is a shapeshifter? Now I really know I should have shot him. He strode outside, abandoning whatever would go on in the cavern. He had no reason to be near that politician- then it occured to him that whoever that person was might not even be a politician in the first place.

Voltar

Voltar caught sight of Ian's disappearance, taking note that recognition of himself was on the Vampire's face before he left.

Now how do I know him?... Oh that's right, he was among that group Veric had met with in the Imperial City and Leyawiin. No matter, I'm certain we can convince the group that his vampirism has effected his sanity. He's now inhuman; a creature that should be destroyed. We will likely be able to convince some of them to turn against him, Voltar thought, dismissing the possible problem the Breton posed as quickly as he thought of it.

"Look's as though he's too injured to answer. Are you any good with Restorative Magic? I haven't tried one of those in a long time, so you wouldn't want to trust the results I would get should I try to heal him," Voltar said, referring to Karn.

Veric

Veric shrugged, "I'm not that skilled my self," he said as he knelt beside Karn and positioned his hands above the man's chest. He concentrated on a restorative spell. Normally it wouldn't be too strong but his abundance of magicka made up for it slightly.

"Try getting up. You want to kill that vampire who just left? Now is your chance," Veric said as if he had just crafted a miracle.

(OOC: revan, if it was your intention that veric actually left karn alone i will edit.)

OCC: no that was just an excuse for Karn to ignore Virec...... unfortunately for him it didn't work out.

Karn

Through his closed eyelids, Karn saw a brief flash of light...... and the all sorts of chaos within his body went on. His skin regenarated and tissues, bone, muscle, and others, became anew. His eyes opened suddenly and his crimson eyes almost glowed with a mixture of anger and newly restored energy.

I'm going to kill this man eventually, I hate mages almost as much as necromancers. He swore to himself as he got up and tested his limbs, making sure that everything was intact. He looked at Virec's face that spoke of how much he wanted to kill him now, but he shrugged.

Ian

He caught the flicker of light and the faint pulse of magic, he only used magic every now and again. Ian turned to see Karn, fully healed striding toward him with an oddly reluctant look on his face. Darn that Breton, looks like I'll.......

The thought was unfinished due to the sudden surge of power in the vampire's control on his mind. While Karn continued slowly forward, Ian privately grappled with the disease's hold on his mind. The part of him that was Ian simply wanted to go his way; the vampire wanted to slaughter everyone here, Karn, the Argonian, The shapeshifter, and that Altmer.

Both adversaries stared at each other for a long time, Karn to his credit was studying him with obvious confusion. "You're a vampire now?" The Dunmer asked, looking deeply into the tanned eyes of the Imperial. "Yes, and I see that mage revitalized you. I can guess for his own amusement?"

Karn nodded, and Ian understood the mer's hesitation. Despite all his ruthlessness and determination to end Ian's life, Karn fought for his "honor." Which meant pristege, when they had first met Ian had dishonored him by causing him to fail an assignment.

The ninja had sought to kill him ever since to restore his honor. He loathed anyone who dared to put a leash on him, who said they command him. "Now we're both in a simlar hole, and the flood's coming soon....... But only one can escape to higher ground."

Ian quoted a saying that illustrated a rivalry, it seemed rather appropriate now. "We'll fight, but we'll fight on our own terms, not someone else's." Karn replied, glancing back at the cave. "Then let that be the final battle, it has been long in the waiting...... for both of us." Ian said, and he blurred, leaving Hero Hill and his opponent, behind.

Voltar

Voltar was looking for some entertainment, so he decided to Karn out of the cave, making sure to keep well in the distance.

Unfortunately, it seemed that neither participant were interested in fighting and the Breton left shortly after a few words were exchanged. Disappointed, Voltar returned to Veric.

"Well it seems neither are interested in battling each other. So if you want to go question the Dunmer, now would be the best chance," he then eyed the Argonian, "Or we can always ask the Argonian as well. Seeing as he's here and all. I have a feeling that Dunmer might have a bit more information for us though."

Veric

"Indeed," Veric agreed. He walked towards the mouth of the cave, then exited to see Karn standing outside.

"I've done you a favor, how about a little one for me?" he probed again, thinking that pushing this man too hard would result in him remaining quiet. "The leader around here, who is he and where can I find him?"

Karn

When Veric came out and spoke, Karn scoffed. "You've done me no favor, Breton." He felt hollow right now, it was odd, unexplainable. But he didn't let it bother him, and he decided to give a small bit of information.

Besides, it's not like the Silhouete's done me any favors. He mused, thinking about his late brothers. "Its name is the Silhouete, some otherwordly apparition or the like. As for where it is now, I have no idea, probably investigating one of the failed attacks on Bravil or Bruma."