Karn

When the pale Dunmer threw his dagger at the newly conjured dremora, Karn realized this mer was a nuisance that would be a good opononent to destroy now. As he vaulted toward the mer Karn summoned a bound shortsword.

The murderer aimed his wrist blades to run through his foe's heart. The bound sword was just a matter of insurance in case his target could retaliate. Prepare for death's embrace!

Flogir

As if Flogir's stress level wasn't high enough, Karn suddenly appeared once more. Instictively he drew Iceshard and prepared for the worse. Turns out the worse is a Dremora Lord and two Golden Saints.

Flogir shuddered as past memories quickly flashed before his eyes. Instantly, he was seeing Kvatch ruined once again. The cries of people being hacked to pieces by Daedra echoes in his ears and the scent of sulfur and blood filled his nostrils. Flogir's eyes glistened in fear, as he was consumed by the memories. All he wanted to do was get away.

Slowly, Flogir began backstepping, hoping that he would enter the woods without anyone noticing.

OOC: Perhaps Karn's poison is only helping to freak out Flogir even more by making him feel weird and helpless.

Patholos, against the tree

Patholos took the wristblades in the stomach, the Shield Spell was weak to begin with. Patholos coughed up blood all over the figure of Karn, and the cold metal now in his gut began to cause him great pain...

Before Karn could pull out his wristblades, Patholos muttered a Recall Spell and the pair were transported to the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary in Cheydinhal. Patholos muttered, "Welcome to my hell..." and he fell unconscious.

OOC: If the teleportation was a little too much, i can edit. This was the only defense Patholos had.

OCC: no it's fine.

Karn

The sudden change in location took several moments to sink in. When it did, Karn roared andtore out his wristblades from Patholos' torso. He recognized this place, the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary in Cheydinhal.
Karn had been here when he'd been a part of the brotherhood.

However he'd walked out on them, and he was not in anyway happy to be back here. The shriek of a dark guardian focussed his thoughts. Jumping out of the skeleton's axe swing, Karn grabbed a nearby pedestal of marble.

The enraged Dunmer swung the furnishing, knocking the guardian's shield out of its bony hand. When the undead tried to evisorate him, Karn cuaght the axe's blade in his wrist blades and wrenched it from the unholy servant's hands.
Gripping the weapon so tightly his knuckles went pale, Karn knocked the guardian's skull off with the flat of his axe. The rest of the skeleton fell apart, and the ninja searched for more enemies. There were none that he found at first.

Naturally, I lead some of these mongrels under the Silhouete, they're probably rotting at the bottom of Lake Rumare by now. With nowhere else to vent his fury, Karn grabbed Patholos by his cloak's collar. "You will pay dearly for your treachery," Karn hissed to the unhearing Dunmer.

SUddenly a quiet whispering voice was heard as if the air itself was speaking. "You, you lead my servants to their deaths and now bring suffering to another; it is you who shall pay dearly for your audacity!"

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Apr 18 2007, 02:33 AM

Patholos, on the floor on the Sanctuary

Patholos awoke when he felt the cold presence of the Night Mother. He was still dying, he was aware of that, but he felt no pain, and he stood up. Patholos readjusted his eyecovering and said, "Wait, let him be. He is a child of Sithis, his mistakes are his own. Now leave him be." Patholos began to feel pain again, but before he fell to the ground, dark hands caught him.

Green-Root.

A Dremora and two goldenskinned women with matching armour took form. The Argonian had no idea what they were, but he didn't want to find out the hard way.
He was already hobbling away while Patholos was getting killed anyway.

He followed the trail the tickle in his lungs presented.
,,He has to leave the poison here somewhere."
Then he spotted it, a small glint on top of a tree. With a quick jab of his spear, he pushed it off the branch and into his hands. It was half empty but what was left had to be enough.

He rushed back to camp.
,,Good, they're still here."
,,Hey, Dremora! Over here!" He shouted at the largest Daedra's back. When the beast turned around, Green-Root sprang to action and tried to shove the half-empty vial of poison down its throat. There were three uncertain factors in his plan. One: Would he hit? Two: Was the Dremora vulnerable to poison? Three: what would the two women do?

He knew only one thing for certain. That poison was meant to be inhaled and powerful enough even when spread out by the wind. forcing the whole vial down its throat would effectively concentrate the stuff right where it mattered.

Karn

Looking down at the pale Dunmer, Karn puzzled over why his past membership in the britherhood affected anything, but he neither executed Patholos nor replied to the horrible voice of the Night Mother. Three assassins pushed open the door that leadt to the bed chambers.

Karn reflect how sloppy he'd been to not check and see if the assassins were sleeping. It is morning after all.... The DB assassins ignored him and moved to aid their brother. The Dunmer ninja sat down in a shadowy corner of the main chamber and closed his eyes, intending to make as much use of this respite as possible.

Rann

Rann had barely blinked and found that Karn and Patholos had disappeared. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as they were quickly replaced by two Golden Saints.

He started to fight them, ignoring the biting pain in his arm. Within seconds, however, he found himself abnormally and extremely exhausted. His attacks and blocks became slow and clumsy, and he was barely staying on his feet.

"Poison," he said wearily, hoping someone would hear and come to his aid, "The whip..."

Kirana

As she walked away from Issac and Satyana, Kirana noticed the fighting that had broken out between the others and two Golden Saints and a single dremora lord. Where did those come from? Hardly pausing to think about her own question, she joined the fray.

She noticed Rann was being plagued by something, his movements taking more visible effort than normal. As a golden saint prepared to strike the young Dunmer with a spell, Kirana placed herself between Rann and the saint and cast a hasty lightning shield.

"Rann, I really suggest you let someone deal with your arm before you try something herioc and stupid." She said before spinning around to blast the deadra with a elemental blast of her own. Had it not been for the chaos of the melee, Kirana would have noticed that her throat felt itchy as if something was in the air....

(Bed)

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Apr 19 2007, 04:19 AM

OOC: I think Green-Root took care of the Dremora...

Rann

"I'll be fine," he protested weakly, unwilling to admit he needed help, even though he had secretly hoped for it.

He tried to block another attack from a Golden Saint, but was knocked to the ground. He stood again just in time to put upa successful block. He doubted he would be on the offensive any time soon. He started breathing heavily, and felt something odd in his throat. He coughed.

The feeling spread into his lungs. The cough came from deep in his chest this time.

"What the hell?" he asked in a quiet and raspy voice, hoping to hold on to his life for at least a few more moments.

His attacker lifted its sword for a blow that would certainly take Rann's life.

Aerona

Aerona witnessed the events in somewhat of a stupor. She had never been much for conflicts, and had only recently started to be involved in them ever since she had joined the Quarra.

She knew very few offensive spells, and none of them were powerful enough to take care of the two Golden Saints. She felt an obligation to Rann both for saving her from the mad pale dunmer, and for giving his blood.

When she saw the coming danger, she wasted no time in casting a shield spell on Rann, saving him from certain doom. Defensive magick was her forte.

Patholos, in the Sanctuary

Patholos followed Karn into the chamber. The healing potion that one of the DB members gave him completely cured the stomach wound. Patholos sat down opposite Karn and asked him, "Your name is?" But before Karn could answer, Patholos said, "Doesn't matter, you serve the Silhouette, am I correct? Is there room for our Order, my brother?"

OCC: no that poison isn't lethal. Being in a higher concentration just promisis a more dramatic reation. The reaction still requires a trigger to activate....

Kirana

As the saint swung her longsword in a wide arc, Kirana ducked under the blade.
While the saint was off balance, she kicked it away to get a breif reprieve.

Hearing Rann's question, Kirana also shared his sentiments. The itch in her throat that made it difficult to breath, but it wasn't what was causing exhaustion.

Having not witnessed Karn's arrival and attack she couldn't connect the difficulty to breath with the assassin.

"Rann for the empire's sake you're not any condition to be fighting. Get to safety n-"

Before she could finish the saint she'd been fighting had recovered and loosed a blast of lightning.
Kirana collapsed as electricty ripped through her body.

Karn

Without opening his eyes, Karn replied. "One, I once served Sithis but not anymore. Two the Dark Brotherhood assassins that were already serving the Silhouete are all dead in the attack on Chancellor Ocato. So I don't see why you would choose to join it."

Karn purposely ommitted that he had two clients at the moment rather than one. And he couldn't tell if Virec would find these murderers useful or not.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Apr 20 2007, 03:17 AM

Patholos, in the Sanctuary,

Feeling the pain is his eyes that would never go away, Patholos changed the wrapping around his head and changed into Dark Brotherhood armor. While he was changing, one could see the scars of brutal fights and beatings all along his pale back. Then Patholos turned to Karn and said, "Brother, I was away on assignment in Vvardenfell, pursuing a certain "Nerevarine" when I was recalled to Cyrodill by my Master. It seems that I was supposed to relay information to a certain "Ian" about the possibility of recruiting the Brotherhood against the Silhouette, but between the constant fights and the argument with the Rann character, (at this moment, Patholos made a disgusted face) I forgot to relay said information."

"Now my brother," Patholos continued, "We should get down to the matter at hand. How many agents would you need of our Brotherhood? I will run the choreography under the Silhouette, for this Sanctuary is my jurisdiction. How do you think the Silhouette will respond to that?" Patholos paused, and forgiving Karn for the near death experience that had just occurred and the obvious breaking of one of the Five Tenants, Patholos handed a scroll and parchment to Karn. "And I will need to know your name...

OOC: Does Karn need soldiers, there are many in the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, also, Patholos has a Speaker that could help...

Green-Root.

The Dremora didn't choke from the poison, rather it choked on the vial being shoved down its windpipe. The demon bit down on Green-Root's hand who hissed in pain and anger.
,,Go back to where you came from!" He shouted and gripped his spear just behind the blade with his free hand. He then proceeded to stab between the Daedric plates of its cuirrass repeatedly till the creature dissolved into a billowing cloud of smoke.

The Argonian staggered, his spear fell to the floor and he clutched his wounded hand.
,,That could've gone better."

He looked wearily at the Golden Saints. He involuntarily winced when Kirana went down from a heavy blast of lightning. Whether he liked it or not, he was the only one around who was in the condition to put up a fight. The Vampire seemed more suited for support rather than offense.

He picked up his spear and charged into battle. He focussed on the one who was trying to kill the Sage. His spear went up, then swung down to connect with the Saint's helmet.
,,Vampire! Think you can give me the edge? I'm not used to fighting two women from Oblivion!"

Karn

He showed no emotion at the mention of his foes name, but Karn felt a bitter-sweet taste fill his mouth at Ian's mention. "The Silhouete is a hard abomination to understand. He came here promising pillage, but instead aims to destroy everything in his path, even things that can't or won't be a threat."

"It cares very little about what we do or who we are. It only cares about what his snakemen do. That thing killed some of his own recruits just because they were becoming an incovieniance." Although the prospect of slaughtering anyone who he didn't trust was not alien in the least, Karn found a good deal of the Silhouete's actions unnecessary.

"Still, on the subject of useful targets, I would suggest eliminating the counts and countesses of the towns that have yet to be touched by the Akaviri invasion. Skingrad, Chorrol, and Anvil would fit this discription."

Karn changed subject, "As a matter of curiosity, what was the information that you were going to deliver to Ian?" He wasn't willing to let a small detail ruin whatever plan he came up with later, so Karn wanted to know what Patholos had to say before he went back to scheming....

Karn signed his signature on the parchment as he spoke, not seeing why his name would have to be kept confidential.

OCC: Kirana might have a useful scroll or two on her person if you guys need an edge.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Apr 19 2007, 10:10 PM

Patholos

"My brother, we must put an end to this Silhouette! You say he is bent on the destruction of Mundus, but you desire conquest, not annihilation? The Brotherhood is with you, my brother. We must stop the Silhouette, but we have not the force to confront him. Let those with the ability, use it. The group I was with should keep the Silhouette occupied for a while, allowing us to infiltrate top ranks and (achem) "Cut the head off the Snake.""

Patholos paused, then said, "As for the information I was supposed to relate to Ian, I have it on my person." Patholos reached into the folds on his DB armor and withdrew a slip of paper. "My sources intercepted this message coming from Vivec's Canton in Vivec to Mournhold. It seems there is a callout for all the Soldiers in the Empire to converge back on the city. It was signed by Vivec himself, and there is a scrawl there that looks to be from the Nerevarine." At the mention of the Nerevarine, Patholos spat. He handed the note to Karn. "We must act my brother, are you with us?...

(Here is what the Note said)

"Attention:
All Imperial Soldiers report to the Imperial City immediately. Leave the outer barracks and bring your equipment. There is gold in the coffers for mercenaries, we will need all the spare weaponry you can bring. A vast flotilla of Imperial Ships are on their way to Ebonheart and the shores of Vvardenfell. All readers must comply! For the EMPIRE!"

Vivec
Duke Dren
(Illegible handwritting)
King Helseth

Karn

Rereading the letter multiple times before setting it down, Karn muttured. "With Ocato dead, these men could be the few leaders strong enough and influencial enough to hold the western armies together. Their lives' importance cannot be overestimated...."

He mulled all this over, then asked. "May I have a moment to ponder this before I make my choice?" Karn was subtlely fingering the yellow amulet that Veric had given to him as a way of communication.

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Patholos

"Take whatever time you need my brother." As Patholos waited for Karn's response, an Agent walked into the room and whispered into Patholos's ear. Patholos nodded, then said, "You might have to make that choice a little sooner than planned. The Fighters Guild and The Mages Guild are outside the Sanctuary. They are tearing down the abandoned house to get to us. We are evacuating the Sanctuary and Moving to my Master's Vile Lair. From there we will coordinate our attacks, and stop the supply lines coming up river from Morrowind." Patholos went into his drawer, and surprisingly, he took very little out. "Our Brothers will hold them as long as possible, My brother, make your choice, their numbers are estimated to be well over fifty."

Patholos motioned his head over towards Karn, then added quickly, "What are you waiting for?"

Karn, very, very ticked off

Gritting his teeth in annoyance to the sudden shift in events, Karn pulled his hand away from the amulet sitting inside his pocket. "Alright, seems like we're in this for the long run," He added after a fractional pause. "Brother."

I can wait, Veric isn't going to blast me into Oblivion just for not checking in every catastophe....

OCC: I'll just write Veric's response myself...... and if Shogun wants, I'll edit the post.

Patholos

"Quickly, follow me!" Patholos ran down the hallway, and three paces before the door deeper into the Sanctuary to an assumed dead end, Patholos stopped. "Sanguine is the night, Sithis is the Void," He chanted. A pathway opened up underneath the doorway, and the rotten air hit Patholos full on. "Down here are the sewers of the city and we can escape that way. Our sources tell us that both Guilds are out in full force, so we are sending our Thieves that we payed off to go and "retrieve" some items for us. You and I will receive a detailed report of what they acquire..."