Karn, following

Karn just nodded, keeping up the Patholos' pace as they moved into the sewers. Rotting incubaters for disease, why is it always the sewers we have to use to escapre the "virtuous" hunters trying to persecute us?

It was a dumb question that even the most infantile child could answer, but Karn asked himself anyway. "Just ignore the fetid smell and piles of rat crap that dot the floor." He muttered to himself, though loud enough for the other assassins and Patholos to hear his remark.

OCC: actually, I know so little of Veric's real thoughts and character that I probably couldn't make a convincing responce.

PS: I'm going to update Ian and Karn's profiles.

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Nearing a bend, Patholos and the others stopped. "This is three floors under the Count's Chambers. How about we go for a kill to relieve some stress?" Patholos waved the others on, and the other assassins took off down the sewer. Once they were out of earshot, Patholos said, "The real reason we took the sewers is we are meeting the King Of Worms and possibly forging an alliance. If the rest of the Brotherhood hears of this, they might come after us." Patholos nodded at Karn as if he already knew. All of the sudden, a foreboding figure appeared out of nothing. With a voice from the grave, the King of Worms spoke, "I am here, who is in charge?"

Patholos nodded to Karn, then politely bowed.

Karn, the meeting

He was momentarily surprised when Patholos indicated that he was in charge. Still he shook off the confusion and composed himself. Well this is a first, I'm talking to the king of necromancers who was supposed to be dead..... But I guess when you have servants who can raise the dead someone can just resurrect you...

Karn's crimson eyes glinted slightly in the dim light. "I am, Karn, ninja and eliminator of the Dark Brotherhood." He hadn't been called an eliminator for about six years, but the title came with great ease. "I greet you...... Mannimarco (sp.), King of Worms."

He spoke as confidently as he hoped, and he felt great relief, there had been few occassions where he'd had the chance to speak like he was some high-bred leader who knew what he was doing rather than a cold-hearted life-taker.

"The Silhouete, a supernatural creature from Akavir, has began a march of destruction across Tamrial. His kin have no intention to leave something worth ruling over, only rubble in their wake to control. Those snakes are more likely to burn, or worse eat, the dead rather than bury them."

Karn finished his monologue, "So all of us have something to lose if the Silhoute and his kin prevail over our former enemies. Our old struggles should be temporarily set aside so that there is more to gain than to lose. After all, in the wake of 'victory' the factions will be weak and new territories and influence can be snatched from their fingers."

The King Of Worms

"It is as it was once before, the country is in turmoil, yet, there is no interference from the Gods. Puzzling..." The King of Worms was quiet for a second then spoke, "And how, Eliminator, do you propose we kill a demi-god?" The King Of Worms started pacing the room, and then he said, "The rabble of assassins is no army, and my servants (he paused on the word, meaning the dead and the living) are no match for the Creatures from Akavir. This is puzzling, and without the dead, my power dwindles. We must unite. Where are your soldiers Eliminator?"

Patholos

"I believe that he is working with us, Mannimarco. He is now Head Strategist of our Guild." Patholos nodded at Karn, and telepathically sent a weak message to all near members about the promotion. "Mannimarco, would you be able to move your Necromancers to Leyawiin? Our Guild is fortifying the southern Shore, and we need to know that there is a cushion of protection from any invading source." Patholos waited and the King of Worms replied, "Yes. It shall be done tomorrow's eve."

Rann

Rann was grateful for the shield, as it caused the Golden Saint's sword to harmlessly bounce off of him, but the sheer force of the swing did serve to knock him down.

Then he decided to take Kirana's advice and stay out of the fight, but not because he had given up. Merely because he physically couldn't get back up. His breaths became slow and short, and his limbs became limp and unresponsive due to the two poisons lurking around inside his body.

Aerona

"I have a name!" she said loudly before giving Green-Root a similar protective barrier. She didn't like people reminding her that she was an abomination.

She noticed Rann's predicament and went to work dragging him away from the fight despite his quiet, raspy protests. Once she was satisfied of the safe distance, she went to work healing the young dunmer, hoping to identify the poisons and properly neutralize them. Then she could do the same for the others and herself.

Her throat was beginning to feel a bit scratchy.

Karn

"So it would seem mutually beneficial to defeat the Silhoute..... Although others don't see it that way.". Karn was indicating the Mages and Fighter Guilds that chased them out of their sanctuary.

"And yes, we can only fight from behind the scenes, not on an open battlefield.". Karn remarked.

King of Worms

The Kings of Worms nodded in approval of Karn, then vanished back into the shadows.

Patholos

"That went off better than I had planned, my Brother." Patholos said, watching the King of Worms dissappear into the shadows. "What do you think about the plan?" Patholos waited for a response, and he sat down on a fallen piece of masonry. Patholos had not slept for over three days, and he drained a Restore Fatigue potion that he brought with him. Then he pulled out another vial, smaller, and uncorked it. "Do you drink, my Brother?" The strong Flin overpowered the smell of the sewer. Patholos offered the drink to Karn.

Satyana

She was satisfied....for now. It felt good to be loved. She kissed him abd smiled...


Serene

She noticed her grandson fighting with those golden devils and sighed...Then she was aware of that something was wrong...wrong with Rann!

He will probably refuse to let me help him...I´ll have to think of something



OOC: I do hope this was not the end of Kirana ??? If so I´ll edit, just tell me to!

Serene

Just as she was going to attend to Rann she noticed Kirana fall to the ground hit by a lightning spell. Without hesitation she flung out her hand, muttering something unhearable and the recovered saint seemed to transform into a fireball...

She shrugged, the vomica cruor still frightened her with its powers... She then found herself in the delicate situation of needing to heal two persons...A quick glance revealed that Rann probably would be ok for some time so she concentrated on Kirana. Healing a person that has been hit by lightning is hard she did her best, but that might not been good enough. Kirana still breathed but very shallow. Serene decided to focus even hareder but the stressful situation made it even harder...

Looking quickly at Rann, now covered by the shield Kirana had cast on him she decided to try something she hadn´t tried for years:

"Existo remedium" she chanted pointion at him with her left arm....hoping for the best.

Then she turned to Kirana again....

Green-Root.

,,I'll make sure to remember it!" The Argonian shouted back at Aerona. The Saint he'd just hit over the head literally seemed to explode.
,,Woa! I suppose that hot chick jokes are not appreciated right now?" He hissed to himself and focussed on the last remaining Daedra.

,,Come on, you know you want to. Show me what you've got!" He taunted while using the long reach of his spear to his advantage. At the same time, he displayed an attractive gap in his defense, leaving his heart wide open. Sure there was the shield their latest ally had put on him, but he was sure it would fall from a concentrated assault. A concentrated assault was all he needed.

The Saint sprang to the attack, thrusting her golden sword at the Argonian. The shield flickered and dissipated under the attack.
,,Got you!" Green-Root covered the gap he'd made and aimed for his foe's sword, calling upon his spear's power as he did so. The two weapons collided, one Daedric, the other something similar.
,,Damn! I lost the gamble! That thing should've snapped like a twig!"

The Saint batted his spear aside with inhuman strenght and stabbed her blade deep into his side.
,,Agh!" Green-Root hissed and fell down to his knees. His spear had fallen from his hands, out of his reach.


(He already took down that Dremora single-handedly. Let's not uberize him. Umm, got any more spells, Minque?)

Karn

For once Karn didn't care to check and see if the flin was contaminated, poisoned or otherwise. The Dunmer ninja threw back his head and guzzled the vial. When he was finished he wiped his mouth with his arm and said. "Thanks, and I can't think up a better plan before the Silhouete marches over half of Cyrodiil. So I can't complain, but we're are taking a huge risk like this."

Karn shook his head, letting the empty bottle fall to the floor and shatter. "This is going to be a conflict that will decide Tamriel's future, can't you feel it, brother?" His throat still burned from drinking the flin that fast though he ignored it. The old manners from his time with the brotherhood were returning, it was getting easier for him to refer to Patholos as a brother.

Of course, all my real brothers are dead, a bunch of ashes sitting in a crater in a bloody cave in the Valus Mountains. Karn didn't get chocked up about their passing, they wouldn't if he'd died. Still, with the alcahol making its way into his system, he got a little remorseful.

All that happened was he tightened his hands into fists. "The Silhouete hasn't given me anything to perfer its cause, my brothers died for its cause." Karn spoke the last part quietly.

OCC: maybe Patholos will mistake the meaning of "brothers"

Ian, wide awake

The world came to him quickly, and he immediately recognized the sounds of fighting. "Compassion, just when we were having a good time without bloodshed." Ian grabbed his guantlets off the ground and put them on.

Dashing toward the sounds of combat, Ian spotted Green-Root on the ground bleeding, along several familiar forms. He also recognized the decievingly benevolent visage of a Golden Saint, an Aureal guardian of Sheogorath's realm.

How did.... nevermind, answers can come later. Rejuvenated by Serene's healing, Ian rushed to his allies defense. Two meters from the Aureal, he skidded, slidding into the Saint's blind spot. Ian aimed his blade for the Aureal's unprotected neck....

OCC Kirana should be fine. Fine in the regard of being healable...... I don't think that's a word.

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Flogir

The cries of help finally cracked through Flogir's maddening visions. Flogir finally realised that he was standing alone in the woods, not the flaming ruins of Kvatch. In the distance, the battle between the Daedra and his friends continued. Cursing his foolishness, Flogir charged back through the woods, yelling that he was coming.

By the time he got there, the Daedra only numbered one Golden Saint, which Ian seemed to be dealing with relatively well. He only noticed that several of his allies were lying on the ground. Ashamed at the fact that he ran, Flogir immediately went to Ian's aid by hamstringing the Saint with Iceshard.


OOC: That might be my last post for awile, be sure to bring Flogir along. Seeya in a week!

Patholos

"Yes, this will be the Era where Men and Mer rise to challenge even the Gods!" The sheer magnitude of what he just said made him quiet for a while, then he spoke again. "I can see the ties of Ancestry in you, Brother, and I feel as if you are in search of something more, as am I. Let me reveal something to you that may startle you." Patholos paused, then continued, "I hate Sithis. I loathe the Essence of Evil that the Dread Father is. His morals, His Punishments (Patholos growled this word), and His Blessings. If the Dread Father created everything, why does he desire to take it away? And why does he do nothing about the horrendous doings of Mannimarco? Brother, The Five Tenants were designed around Sithis, and I propose we write a new credence! We will rise from the ashes of the Dark Brotherhood, and become a prominence that will shake the very foundations of Mundus!" With this speech, Patholos then spoke softly, "I estimate seventy percent of the Dark Brotherhood would be willing to change. The rest will be, shall I say, sacrificed to their god."

Mannimarco

The King of Worms hastened to send to word to all his marshals. He sent a note with each minion he summoned, and it was written in their own language. Here is what the note said:

"My Servants, Awaken!
We move to Bravil and Leyawiin. Fortify the surrounding area and lower the river by any means necessary, be it flooding it with bodies so ships may not pass through, or damming it off. Proceed with the Great Plan, and bring my spellbooks. This is what I so say."
the king of worms

Karn

"Well, I am relieved I don't have to scheme with a fanatic." Karn muttured dryly. "Change would be good, it is required." He agreed.

"The Dark Brotherhood will cause all to panic at its mere mention. Let the outdated religous dogma be cast aside, and let all brothers and sisters be bound in a fellowship of revolutionaries who bring about great change throughout all of Tamriel."
The ninja found himself supporting a cause that had no real foundation yet. Maybe it's the flin.... In truth, he didn't care if he agreed because of the flin he'd drank or if he actually believed in this new beginning.

Ian

He nodded in greeting and thanks to Flogir. Turning to Serene, Ian felt a wave of rapture, but he shook his head to clear his mind. He felt better than he'd felt in years, but Ian reminded himself to focus. Bringing his attention to the woman Serene was healing, Ian reeled, taking a half-step back.

He instantly recognized Kirana, his friend and ally on many occassions, and like always he was surprised to find her being in the same place he was. Ian watched as Serene worked with Kirana....

Issac

Taking a moment to explain the part of the situation that he didn't think Satyana understood yet (which wasn't much). Issac told her, "Kirana was my, well....." He searched for the right way to tell 'Tyana.

"As Ian has been my father, Kirana is, for all intents and purposes, my mother. She taught me what I know about magic, and quite a few other things." He paused for awhile. "Neither Ian or I have seen her for the last few years."

"Just don't take anything personally, Satyana. Kirana cares a lot.... too much sometimes; she's normally a loner. Is she comes across as harsh or uncaring she's having some trouble balancing everyone's well being and her normal independance." Issac returned Satyana's smile and gazed at her fondly.

He caressed her face and asked, "Are you hungry? Most of the food is packed up, but I'm sure we could find something."

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Patholos

"Yes my Brother, that is what drives our being, our essence as creatures of Mundus! Shirk the Old Ways, we must react!" Patholos quieted again, then he shook his head. "All this talk," Patholos laughed. Just then an Agent from the Dark Brotherhood came running down the sewer towards the two. "The Fighter's Guild has dis-" The Agent yelled before an arrowhead buried itself deep into the neck of the Agent. The Agent fell over face first into a congealing pool of his own blood. Two Nords, an Orc, and a Bosmer Archer noticed the two conversing. The Bosmer readied another arrow and let loose. It clanged harmlessly against the masonry around them, but the other three were charging. Patholos said, "Let's see how you are in battle, Brother!"

King of Worms

Mannimarco set up his headquarters in a cave not too far south of Bravil. His agents sent in information and his Necromancers began the arduous task of making Black Soul Gems. He had too few for an open assualt of any kind, and the Dark Brotherhood had only sent three agents to his headquarters. Mannimarco pondered his tactical view of the empire. Silhouette was a very smart person, obviously not a commoner or native of Cyrodil. The tactics used were similar to the ones displayed during the Daggerfall Incident. Mannimarco opened up his mind in meditation....but he could not remember because of his recent death.

Karn

He gave a rare smile, "With pleasure, my brother." Reaching into his right sleeve like he'd done when confronting the group, Karn retrieved a second whip-blade. The long cord arced over his head and lashed out at the nearest nord.

It spun several times around the Nord's neck before the blade became imbedded in the man's collarbone. Unlike its twin, this weapon was enchanted as opposed to poisoned. Its edge burned through the nord's skin like a hot knife through scrib jelly.

As the hulking warrior collapsed, the cord effortlessly unwound itself from the dying man's neck. Karn gestured and a dozen shurikan and kunai darted through the air to strike the Bosmer archer through his leather armor.

Patholos

"Leaving two for me!" Patholos ran in a zigzag motion as the Orc in his Beserker Fury came barreling towards him. Patholos would collide if he did not move. At the last possible instant, Patholos sidestepped, slashing in an incredibly fast motion down the Orc's back. Patholos turned to face the back of the Orc as the other Nord moved to stab. The Orc was so finely cut that he kept moving until the top half of his torso slid off from the other half.
The Nord, enraged by the death of one of his friends, stabbed with a fury few have seen. Patholos deflected the best he could, then, seeing an opening in the Nord's attacks, slit his arms up to the elbow. The Nord fell to his knees and dropped his weapon. Patholos put a tourniquet on the shoulders on the Nord and tied his hands and bound his mouth. Waiting for Karn to finish the Bosmer, Patholos knocked the Nord unconscious.

Flint Ironwood, Chorrol (totally forgot about him. Dang.)

Flint paced back and forth in front of the throne. He'd thought that merely dropping Ian's name would be enough. Now he had to give out a detailed report?
,,And I pretty much forgot everything. Man, I'm really getting old."

He scratched his beard, still pacing.
,,Ok, so I'm a bit mentally disabled at my age, so I kinda forgot the chronological order." He mumbled incoherently.

,,The Imperial City has been evacuated completely, the navy has been sunk, Leyawiin has been burned down to the ground. Cheydinhall has come under attack and likely fallen. Sathyana was kidnapped but has been saved by now. Then, someone who I think I might know blew up a large portion of the Valus mountain, taking a large portion of the original army with him. Somewhere around that time, the Silhouette disappeared, only to return later at the head of thousands of Akaviri snakes. And I know how to count, thank you very much."

He took a deep breath before continuing.
,,Ian is now a vampire but otherwise seems to be fine. Serene from Vvardenfell joined up as well, which should be a clue to how serious the whole situation is. Rann is getting on everyone's bad side, Sathyana has hooked up with Issac. We're running low on supplies but other than that, I think we can hold out for a while longer and monitor any movements. But we can't do this on our own."

He stopped pacing and faced the countess.
,,Ah, screw this! I'm not good at this thing so just tell me what exactly you want to know!"


(Yes, I kinda forgot the whole chronological order. Sorry. At least it makes for good roleplaying.)

Green-Root

Green-Root was on the ground, in a rapidly growing pool of his own blood. The edge of his vision darkened and everything else was a blur. His thoughts were sluggish and incoherent.
,,Where did the sun go? I'm hung......" He passed out.


(Not dead yet but he might. If he gets healed, he'll survive but with a massive scar in his side and permanently damaged muscles. If he doesn't get healed, he'll die. I don't want plot-based immortality on my characters.)

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Ian

He turned as Green-Root fell to the ground with a thud. Ian realized that the argonian was very much in danger of perishing.

Thinking quickly, Ian tore the rest of Root's shirt off and made the best torniquite (sp.) he could given the circumstances. Well, at least it can slow down the bleeding. I can only do so much with first aid. Ian popped open the plug of his last healing potion.

His spirits plummeted when he noticed the vial was crudly made. At best it would help close the wound and hopefully help clot the Argonian's blood. He fed Root the weak potion, hoping that if anything, the argonian wouldn't die before Serene got Kirana out of her plight.

King of Worms

Mannimarco paced around his newly established headquarters. His information trickled in, and nothing was related to the other. One piece talked about the Akaviri food-necessity, but Mannimarco could have asked anyone about that information. The other letter on his desk was hastily scrawled. He picked it up to read and wasn't surprised from what he read. The Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary was now in ruins, thanks the the "Virtuous Mages and Fighters from their respective Guilds" or so the paper went. There were many casualties, but his spies said that the Dark Brotherhood took their dead with them. Mannimarco was impressed. With the dead Mages and Fighters that his "servants" had gathered, he became aware of the information stored away in the cadaverous brain. Manninmarco sifted magically through each of the corpses brains, looking for a leak of information or hearsay. The servants in the headquarters watched as Mannimarco moved from corpse to corpse, searching and checking. Mannimarco, is his fury of fruitless searching, reanimated the bodies. Faint murmurs of consciousness began to emit from the corpses as they regained their senses. Manninmarco said, "Do you know who you are?" The corpses make affirmative noises, because some of the bodies had facial wounds. "Good," Mannimarco said, then he lit the bodies on fire, and yelled, "Suffer eternally!" Mannimarco motioned for his staff, and then turned the bodies into raw energy. The staff lit up as it absorbed the bodies life force. After the deed was done, Mannimarco organized his headquarters and sent spies out to Cloud Ruler Temple to ransack equipment.

Karn

The Bosmer man thrashed abouton the ground, blood occassionally gushing from theplaces where Karn's throwing weapons had struck him. Karn lifted the wood elf by his collar in much the same way he'd done to Patholos only minutes ago.

"Let your death be a message to all." He muttured before slitting the Bosmer's throat. Striding to the far wall, Karn slashed through the mer's cuirass. He carved one word one the wood elf's chest. "Brotherhood"

As an afterthought, Karn carved "dark" on as well, before crossing it out. Leaving the mer lying against the stone walls of the sewers, Karn turned to Patholos. "Let this new beginning start now, my brother. We must be on our way."

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