The Sage

Moderately surprised that the Breton was able to make such a powerful jump after being knocked out (not to mention with a broken arm), she watched his dissappearing form. She continued for a time, appreciating the magical display; until finally turning to the others.

"Greetings, friends, we ourselves are filled with graditude to find allies so far in the country." Her voice was filled with sincerity, and she bowed to them. "We are all from the Arcane University, exploring the enemy's territory, if you will. Perhaps it would be correct to assume you are all adventurers?"

Ian, hunting

The scent lead to a fallen tree, all manner of mushrooms and toadstools were anchored to a good deal of its surface. Ian circled around the log two times before venturing closer. The vampiric instincts were controlling these actions; though attracted to whatever made this log different from the next also made the vampire wary.

Despite his instincts, Ian had no experience with this so he couldn't tell what was attractive (and foreboding) about this place. Only when he was at arms length from it were his fears realized.......

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Patholos The Prophet, In a cave complex

He couldn't help but smile, he had tracked these nonbelievers across the length and breadth of the land, planning everything meticulously. All their turns-of-fortune had been his doing, watching out for them from the shadows. The news he bare made him say a quick prayer to the Dread Father.

"From nothing came everything, and everything returns to the Void," he murmured. He heard commotion further into the cave. He started to laugh, he had such little hope that these brave warriors would be able to fend off the coming evil that was at their doorstep.

Soldin, The Wilderness

Soldin was unaware of Satyana's concern for him. In fact, he was quite sure that she cared very little for him. And yet, the young Nord still had the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling he had never felt and could not explain. A sensation he felt when he looked upon Satyana.

He slouched down and prepared himself for the growing darkness of night, though he could not sleep yet.

Patholos, Entrance to the cave

It is time. Patholos, my Son, my trusted Son, this is your task....

Patholos snapped out of his meditative trance. Yes, Dread Father, by your will. Patholos walked out into the mouth of the cave, seeing for the first time in three days the white calm of the moon. Night, pure, serene, calm. The Void of the mortal realm. And Patholos was about to relay information to help one form of life defeat another. "In the end, everything returns to the Void," Patholos murmured. With a devious grin, he pulled out a vial of strange liquid and took a long pull. The white crystal lake that were his eyes now had a tint of green about them. Patholos laughed maniacally and said, "Dread Father, guide my steps..." as he exited the mouth of the cave.

About half a mile from the cave, Patholos noticed a campfire, illuminated by the night. He saw two figures talking, and cast a spell (Cameleon) on himself. Patholos quietly moved to a tree behind the campfire. He decided to ask and confront these people, they needed to know the news. He walked around the tree and disengaged his camouflages. "My name is Patholos, but you may call me "The Prophet....."

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Issac

When a voice came from the trees, Issac spun to face the speaker. Whatever he had thought to say died in his throat.

The figure looked Dunmeri, but his eyes were bleach white and he appeared unaturally pale.
In all his knowledge only one account matched this man. A book he'd read described a group of Daedra worshippers as odd mixtures of racial traits. Dark-grey Nords, and pale Dunmer or something like that.

"Prophet of what!?" Was all Issac could muster.

Ian

A black shape landed between him and the log with a heavy thud. Even with night eye the form was vague.

It roared, its bared fangs were inches away from Ian's face. Its form became more detailed, a hunched, furry, strong form of a bipedal wolf.

werewolf, Ian thought, the vampire' blood boiled with primal predudice.

Sudden pain exploded from his right shoulder, something gave a muffled snarl.
The realization was only coherant after several second of agony. Another werewolf had bitten him on the shoulder...........

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Patholos, The Prophet

"My naive friend, I am a Prophet of the Dread Father, the Lord of the Void, from which all things have come!
I need to speak with you concerning matters of survival. Please do not fear me, I mean no one any harm. The Dread Father does not desire your soul, my friend. May I call you friend?"

Patholos sat down on a stump and folded his hands across his lap. A calm sensation passed over Patholos and something close to a smile passed over his mouth. Patholos hoped that this one person would see him for a being with emotions, rather than a cold lifeless being.

Sadril, Near Skyrim/Morrowind?

"Pssh, I'm not scared," Sadril answered matter-of-factly. He pushed past Brianna and Rahvin and entered the cavern first. Where the other two may need a torch, he would not. Instead his nighteye served him as he inched into the cave, waiting for the others to follow.

Satyana

She sat down beside Soldin, gently touching his arm

"Are you ok, my dear?, you look so lost....is it ok if I sit here with you for a while?

He´s lonely, in this crowd....I´d really like to know more about him...


Serene

She smiled at Flint..

"I´ll be ok, just have to lie down for a while"

She noticed the stranger talking to Issac.....but was too tired to do anything but just watch him....a bit weary

Brianna

She gave up a short laugh as Sadril pushed past her.....

Men...they always have to show off

She followed after him....into the cave. It was scary, but having Sadril in front and Rahvin behind made her feel pretty safe....for now

Soldin

Soldin looked up at Satyana and forced a smile, hoping it would ease her worry. "I'm just a bit confused right now. Worried about my home. But, how are you feeling?" he asked. It wasn't unlike him to always put others before himself. Though he rarely had the chance to.

Rahvin

Rahvin walked behind in almost total darkness. He could barely make out Brianna's dark figure in front of him, and if it weren't for his footsteps, he would have thought Sadril to be gone.

He wanted to put on a light, but feared it would bring unwanted attention to themselves. Best to stumble in the darkness for a bit.

Flint Ironwood, entering the conversation.

,,Ok, take it easy." He mumbled before turning his attention on the newcomer.
,,Geez, why are we even trying to sneak around here?" He thought slightly bitter though he did not voice his opinion.
,,What survival? Don't tell me it gets even worse than it already is." He asked Patholos.

,,Creepy eyes. I wonder what he is, something similar to a vampire perhaps? Or maybe it's just normal. It's not like I've spent my whole life around elves."


Green-Root, lost with Merethicus.

The Argonian stopped at the latest passage.
,,And here we go........right. Yes, right is where we'll go." He hissed before moving on. Merethicus had been silent for a while now.
,,He's probably laughing behind my back. It's not my fault we're lost. Argonians are not meant for caves." Green-Root thought.


Semir Grey, Cyrodiil, waiting for the army (which might never come)

Semir paced back and forth on the deck of the Blue Serpent. Waiting was always the hardest, especially when nothing went as planned. He'd expected to find the Imperial city fully occupied, with a sizeable army and a large navy. But no, the city had abandoned, leaving only his ship and its crew to defend those ancient walls from the snakes.
,,What's taking them so long? Talos, let them drown in the swamps. It would be much better for us."

Flogir

The battle against the Orcs and Goblins had been a blur. The newly found battlemages had certainly helped out, but Flogir suddenly found himself displaced from the battle. Confused, he looked around and found that they had rejoined the initial party. He also noticed that Satyana was back as well.

So, they found her, wonderful!, he thought as he walked up to the fire beside Flint and the odd looking stranger.

"How's the arm, Flint?"

Flint Ironwood, at the camp.

Flint waved his arm.
,,A bit stiff, but otherwise it's fine. No complaints here. How are you? Any injuries?"




(yeah, well. Bedtime. Goodnight.)

Flogir, at the camp

"Just a couple a scratches and a few bruises, nothing serious," Flogir answered, "I'm glad to see that your arm was taken care of. Ya scared me there when you passed out."

He then turned his attention to the newcomer. Always the hospital one, Flogir extended his hand to the stranger.

"The name's Flogir. Who might you be?" he asked amiably.

Issac, wary

While Flogir offered to shake hands with the newcomer, Issac furrowed his brow and scowled, the latter being hidden in the failing light. The Dread Father....... Ian used that title once........ who was called that?

The user of the title continued to elude him until he simply gave up for now. Issac made a note to watch this mer carefully, whoever was the "Dread Father" wasn't a benevolent being.

The Sage

Everyone dissappeared and reformed in a meadow, there were more people gathered here than before. The Sage ignored the groupings and focused on the individuals........ until she brought her attention on a familiar Altmer lad.....

Issac? Mmm.... perhaps this group is of more importance than I originally thought. If he is here than Ian can't be far away.... She kept her surprise to find her "son" hidden, only a brief brightening of her eyes gave any hint of her emotions.
The bulk of the group were interacting with an odd Dunmer in a black cloak........

Ian

The world was a seething cauldron of pain and suffering, everything was hazy. Ian writhered as the werewolves' fangs sunk in deeper into his shoulder. The creature let go for a fraction of a second to get a better grip, but that was all that was needed.

Ian landed on the ground, then, registering that he had been released, loosed a briliant flash of light. Stunned the werewolves howled and thrashed at the air around them. Jumping to his feet, he rushed into the brush.

His shoulder slowed him down, and Ian suspected the wolf had dislocated it and torn his muscles to ribbons. At that moment in time Ian was not in any control, the vampire simply reacted..... by fleeing as swiftly as possible.

Another minute, that's probably how long I have before they get over being blinded...... He really doubted he could make good enough use of his headstart to live, but he wasn't going to sit here and get torn apart either......

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Satyana

"I´m fine" she answered Soldin with a reassuring smile. "Your home?" she then asked, "Where is that?"

Brianna

Brianna shrugged, even though she had visited this place before it kinda got to her.....she wasn´t scared but she didn´t really like the atmosphere.

She jumped and swallowed a scream when her face suddenly hit something cold and soft.....

"What was that?" she asked in a thin voice


OOC: Could there be Bats or something in the dark?

Karn, spying, what else?

On a nearby tree branch bathed in inky black shadow, two faint red orbs appeared as the assassin opened his eyes. Karn had been waiting here for some time, he'd guessed where the group would move. Their voices were whispers in the wind, but he could grasp their meaning despite the distance.

The prey had reunited, as predicted and planned, Karn lifted the amulet Veric had given him from the depths of his cloak. "Veric, our foes have met southwest of Hero Hill. Satyana is with them, Serene's grandson appears unconscious, and a stranger currently has their attention."

"Serene herself seems exhuasted at the moment, and no one is keeping watch as of yet. They appear to be camping here for the night an-" Karn paused as the distant sound of a wolf howl reached his ears. He also noticed the full moon, and his heart skipped a beat. Not at all for his own safety, but because werewolves could present an unwelcome interferance.

"There are also werwolves nearby that might find the group....." The Dunmer ninja waited for a response from his client.

Rahvin

"You probably don't want to know." he answered. he squinted in the darkness. "I think it's gone now; just keep moving and maybe we'll get out of here intact."

Rann

"Damned dogs," he mumbled in his sleep, apparently he subconsciously heard the howl.

"I wish they'd shut up."

Patholos, at the camp

As Patholos got up to shake Flint's hand, he turned and gazed directly into Isaac's eyes. One cannot be sure where exactly the eyes are pointing, but they seemed to be pointing at him.

"My friend," Patholos said, as he shook Flint's hand, "The Dread Father is the Essence of all, without whom we would not exist. I bear no malevolence towards you or your companion. In fact, I bring grave news from the Dread Father himself. The enemy you are fighting is more than a physical form, more than just swords or spells, it is 'The Harbinger of Doom.'" With the last word a red flare shot across Patholos's eyes. He continued, "It is my task to ensure that the Dread Father is appeased, and to help you in defeating this evil." Patholos curved his mouth into something that might be called a smile. "Please, do not be frightened, I wish to help you." Seeing the stunned looks on the faces of his new "friends", Patholos again "smiled" and said, "Now, where can I find some armor, if the Dread Father needs you alive, then I need to be alive to ensure his wishes." A dark cackle burst out from the depths of Patholos and he stood up and showed his teeth, all pearly white.

The Sage

She remained silent as the individuals spoke, until the Dunmer mentioned the "Dread Father." A diety by the name of Sithis was known by that title, the founder, well, co-founder of the Dark Brotherhood, the god was said not to be Aedra or Deadra.

The Sage gave no sign whatsoever of her insight, decades of experience served that end. There had been an incident several years ago that had involved a few DB assassins, but she had nothing to draw conclusions on; thus the Sage raised no comment.

Ian, hunted hunter

The howls no longer sounded pained, now they seemed enraged, and excited....... none of those options were particularly good for Ian at the moment. His disclocated shoulder burned with every inch it moved, but Ian knew that if he slowed down his window of opportunity would shrink dramatically.

Window of opportunity? Yeah, right, the vampire kept running........ Until he nearly ran right off a sudden cliff. Ian teetered there for a moment, his senses impaired by blood loss and the consistant pain that plagued him.
Finally he stopped swaying and stood erect, evaluating the drop. 60 feet, no good enough........ Not a moment after he came to that conclusion, Ian felt something warm blow over the back of his neck and knock him off the cliff.

The werewolf had obviously not been aware of the cliff and had thrown not only its prey but also itself. Ian landed hard, then rolled the rest of the way down. When his vision cleared enough, he spotted the werewolf, head bent at an odd angle.

The vampire didn't celebrate, he started limping away from the cliff, not even noticing the pain, nor even thinking straight, just getting as far away as possible......