Satyana

"What do you think of our tattos, Rann?" she adressed her brother "Do you feel anything unusual after absorbing that .....ehh magicka...or power or whatever?"

She squeezed Issac´s hand.....

"I....feel something inside..." she whispered to her beloved one

Issac

He nodded, and whispered back. "Feel what?" Naturally, Issac was concerned, but he reminded himself that Satyana wasn't helpless.

Satyana

"Besides from a deep love for you sweetie....there´s something else....which I can´t explain, but it´s a kind of powerful thing, which may be of benefit to us...I just wish Rann will be more susceptible towards me...sometimes I think he might even hate me, and I don´t know why"

Satyana blinked to Issac and started humming a faint tune as they were walking behind Rann...

Issac

Hate her; how can anyone hate Satyana? I guess anyone can feel something and say or act otherwise. "Hate is a powerful word, maybe he's just agitated by the recent stress." Issac reasoned. "We all know he loathes taking responsibility and this entire situation's been unforgiving to all of us."

"I'd wager everything will cool of when the Silhouete is gone and Tamriel is in some manner of repair." He paused as the tune reminded him of the Deadric song 'Tyana had been singing when they were going to Leyawiin. Issac said with a smile. "If healing turns out to be a dead end you might find a job as a bard. You have the voice talent to have an affect on listeners."

Satyana

She smiled, Issac always made her feel so good, that´s one of the numerous reason why she had come to love him so much

"Hmm...let´s hope that" she answered, planting a kiss on his lips

"Have I told you I love you?" She asked with a smile.

She didn´t wait for an answer, she started to take a dance step but then suddenly stopped....a weird look in her face

"Shhh.....I...feel..." Then she pressed her hands to her tattoo...looking like she was in pain



OOC: I have no idea what she sees or feels, I just thought there should be something evil around...

Issac

The smile that had developed vanished when Satyana stooped and appeared in pain. "'Tyana? Are you alright?"

Issac looked worried and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Tenek, main group

This is wierd...... is this even possible? Tenek scratched his head. Who are these people? He watched as a small group of three split off and the rest of the party started going in the other direction.

Maybe I can find something valuable if I follow the larger group. As they got far enough, Tenek jumped up into a nearby tree and trailed the group just out of sight.

OCC: This post has been checked for grammer/capitalization/etc. errors by Lord Revan (Do not erase this Tenek!)

Mannimarco

A cold hand grasped Mannimarco's mind, and his subconscious became aware of itself. "My physical being is unconscious, correct?" Mannimarco asked his conscious. Yes, came the reply. A feeling of misplacement shot through Mannimarco, and his mind saw a metaphor for life: a giant river, flowing and carrying the essences of every living creature along its path. Mannimarco saw creatures die, and when they did, their essence would divert and collect in pools outside of the river. Mannimarco saw the essence of Kirana, floating in the absence of space above the river, along with vampires and the like. Mannimarco asked how and why he was able to see this, and nothing answered him. Down the river a ways, Mannimarco saw a lone figure stand in the river like a rock: It was the Silhouette and he was diverting essence everywhere, destroying whole segments of the river. The Silhouette turned and gazed at Mannimarco, and Mannimarco's vision started to haze. Mannimarco came to below the boulder where Kirana was sitting, and he noticed she was of her own conscious. He breathed slowly and he relaxed against the boulder. He didn't know what to make of the vision, but he knew one thing: the Silhouette has to be some kind of immortal to be able to stem the river like that.

Rann

Rann heard Satyana and Issac's conversation, (they were, after all, walking right behind him) but pretended he didn't. He was bothered by the fact that his sister thought that he hated her, but didn't outwardly show it.

Then they stopped; Satyana was obviously not well. He stood out of the way, letting Issac take care of her while he helplessly looked on.

Satyana

"Issac...Rann! There´s someone- or thing present, that do not wish us good....I feel evil, and it hurts! Rann!! YOU must feel it!"

She held tight to Issac and stretched her hand out...towards Rann. Her tatto was flaming red and it burnt her like fire

"Rann????" her voice broke into a scream, then she let go of Issac and focused on the trees nearby....there was a movement in there....




OOC: Now then, who is threatening the youngsters? One of the evil ones I hope?!

Flint Ironwood.

Flint had been wandering about the army's camp in a restless state. He didn't like waiting. It was as they said, the waiting was the worst part of any war.
,,Screw this, I'm going to scout and see if I can find the snake army." He thought and was about to jump when commander Astratus came up behind him. The Dunmer was still half-drunk.
,,What is it, sir?" He asked bluntly. After the scene last night, he had lost his respect for the man.
,,I swear, a brewhouse is not part of an improvised camp!"


Green-Root.

They walked slowly, sticking in the shadow of the trees and checking the ground for twigs and leaves before proceeding. Letting the army know it was being shadowes was the last thing they wanted. Fortunately the Silhouette's army made so much noise that the occasional mistake of the less stealthy members in the party went unnoticed.

Ian

Having parted company with Flint, Ian had also been wandering about the camp. He passed many Dunmer in their bonemold, chitin, and various other armor. Some of the more seasoned mer gave him wary looks, recognizing him for more than a simple mercenary.

Ian felt the reassuring weight of his leather-chitin armor back on his body. Flint had given him back the pieces and chitin fragments were easily obtained since then. Walking toward one of the armories, the agent looked over its contents.

He selected a light iron shield and took the time to become aquinted with its use. It's durable enough, and it might be good for throwing if necessary. Although not a full-time (or even part time) smith, Ian had learned to maintain his gear.

Using a pair of tongs and callipers, the agent reiforced his glass bow and restrung it. He also ran a piece of flint (the rock) across his heated wrist blades to hone their edge. While Deadric arrows were not so easy to come by, Ian located some bonemold arrows in case he ran out.

After that, Ian spent some time exchanging experiences with veterans and mercenaries. All of these individuals were thankfully sober.

Rann

Satyana shrieked his name and stared into the nearby foliage, and Rann didn't know how to react. He didn't really want to peer into the bushes and get assaulted by something, so he stood by Satyana with his sword drawn just in case.

He wasn't sure if Satyana was going insane or if she haad somehow gained supernatural senses. Neither seemed very desirable at the moment.

Satyana, terrified

There was nothing....it was silent. Rann and Issac were both beside her, ready to fight whatever would turn up...

She felt the burning feeling fade but not entirely away....it turned into something else, something powerful. Satyana rose her head and looked at the men beside her

"Ehh I think I must have ....been imagining things maybe, I think I´m ok now"

She stood silent for a moment then squeezed Issac´s hand reassuringly....and noticed his face wrench with pain!

Satyana let go and looked at her hand astonished. Did she squeeze him that hard? Weird!


Something did happen to me...but I don´t know what exactly. Besides I can feel the dark magic Rann has got in him, but he probably doesn´t know that ...I...feel...strong! Stronger than ever!

"Shall we proceed?" she smiled at them

Issac

He waved his hand to rid them of the dull ache, but Issac wasn't angry. If anything he was more surprised that Satyana had that strength than she was. He recognized that Satyana had not meant to hurt him, so he didn't bring it up despite his hand's throbbing.

"Well, I guess another thing we could do is get some more sleep from now on." He said politely, hiding his discomfort under false cheerfulness. I wonder when 'Tyana suddenly became so strong; she wasn't even trying to hurt me.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 14 2007, 12:15 AM

Rann

I guess she is insane. he thought to himself. It wasn't a happy thought.

"We don't have time for sleep anymore," he said, "I don't think Kirana has much time to spare."

It was odd, even to Rann, that he was so focused, and he knew it was because of the connection he felt to Kirana. She had been still for quite some time. He didn't share this news, because he didn't want to make Issac fretful.

At least I know she isn't dead; the spell is still active. It is a detect life spell...

Satyana

I wonder why Rann is so possessed by Kirana? It´s Issac´s mother, not his! Very well....it´s his business and if he needs my help he just have to think about it....and I will know!


"Issac...did I hurt you? I..I didn´t know I squeezed so hard..can you forgive me?" She put her hand gently on his cheek...and then she kissed him.....

Issac

The pain became much less dramtic when competing with Satyana. Issac smiled with more genuine cheerfulness. "Sure, nothing is broken. Just don't accidently kill me next time, bearer of my heart."

"So, let's go find that necromancer and give him an extra deep grave for himself..... and freeze him for good measure." He said light-heartedly. "On a more serious note, yes, we need to get going."

Rann

Rann rolled his eyes at the 'bearer of my heart' line, but after thinking about it, realized it wasn't so ridiculous for a couple in love. He had been in love once, but that was ripped away from him...

He stopped that line of thought immediately; no need in digging up memories so deeply buried.

To think I'd almost forgotten...

Soldin

Soldin strode beside Rann for some time in silence. He had remained quiet for so long it would not have surprised him if he had been forgotten about. "You doing alright?" he asked the Dunmer.

(generic i know.. i dont know whats going on exactly)