Voltar

"Where is Altair?" he said, repeating the question. "Well, if you want to actually know, which I bet you don't truly wish to seek. He was feeling ill so he told me that he needed some time to himself in the woods off to the side there," he said pointing to a forest that was about a 20 minute walk away.

"I'd also like to add that it's not our fault you're inept at making a sneaky getaway. You only waited here because you knew you were caught," Voltar said convincingly.


Flogir

Flogir listened to both Voltar and Green-Root voice their sides. It was only now that he realised that Altair was in fact, not with them. Of course, he could all ready have rejoined Aenora and the others who didn't follow them. He was having a difficult time in figuring out who was telling the truth.

"This is all too much! How the hell am I to figure out which one of you are telling the truth?" he growled.


OOC: Hopefully the answer to Flogir's question is obvious enough




Amrita

Amrita gaped as the entire room contorted and shifted, leaving Veric hundreds of feet away from her.

"That was hardly fair!" she shot back at Veric's comment.

Well if range isn't going to work. I'll settle for doing things up close

She unsheated her longsword and quickly closed the distance between herself in the Breton. Immediately she engaged the spell caster with a serious of crossing sword attacks.

Veric

As Amrita closed the distance with her sword drawn, which she did so quite speedily, Veric drew his own Dwarven Longsword from under is robe. He was capable of blocking the first two of Amrita's slashes, but she proved to be a quicker swordsman than he.

It wasn't like he expected to defeat her in melee combat anyway, which is why he had a shield spell primed. Alteration being his strong point, Amrita's third swipe glanced off of his barrier.

Veric used the split second the interruption granted and cast an average lightning spell, aimed at Amrita's blade rather than her person. Veric wanted to lure her into trying her hand at magic, or just to see what other tricks were up her sleeve.

Rann

Rann stopped, sword at the ready, when Ian tackled Mannimarco; he wasn't sure what happened, as wrist blades were involved, but he was ready for most anything.

Aerona

Aerona was more than worried about the fast approaching army, especially since she didn't think they would take too kindly to a deserter.

Flogir, Green-Root, and Voltar were a ways away, mere figures on the horizon. She lifted her skirt and ran in that direction, wanting to see if she could get things moving.

She came upon the scene breathing heavily and unaware of the current situation.

"They're getting closer," she said, pointing in the direction of the Silhouette's army, "I think we should get going."

Amrita

Amrita cursed her thoughtlessness as her sword bounced off the shield spell Veric had erected. His lightning attack launched the sword from her hands.

Springing backwards, Amrita launched a dispell spell with a fireball chasing closely behind it towards Veric. She then invoked an elemental resistance spell upon herself in preparation for any further elemental attacks made by the Breton.

If he wants to trade spells, so be it!

Veric

As Amrita jumped backwards, Veric made a lifting gesture with his right hand. As he did so the floor between himself and Amrita shot upward silently and intercepted Amrita's spells. There was quiet for a moment before Veric's voice called from behind obstruction, "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, girl."

The room went pitch black for a split second, then reilluminated. When the light returned, however, the room was smaller. Much smaller; no bigger than twenty feet by twenty feet. It was lit by only two torches and there were no windows, doors, or gold embroidered red carpet for that matter.

The two were effectively in a stone-walled cube with a raised pillar in the center. As silently as it had ascended, it lowered itself back down into the floor. The first part of Veric Amrita saw as the wall descended was the wicked grin on his face, probably caused by the flow of water seeping from the base of the column.

Green-Root.

,,This would normally be the time and place where we both yell 'trust me!'. But I'm not going to do that since it would be rather useless anyway. Make up your own mind, Flogir. Decide for yourself." The Argonian said to Flogir before sneering at Voltar.
,,Being caught? That is simply laughable. If I didn't stop, you wouldn't have been able to catch up with me in days. The only one who can keep up is that Breton, and he's taken to walking with the lovely lass Aerona."


Flint Ironwood.

Flint frowned when Aerona caught up with him.
,,You should've kept running." He noted but also agreed to her observation of the army.
,,While I hate to say it, no one came after us at first. But now that you two have been yelling at each other in plain view, a dozen snakes have taken the decision to come after us now. While we can probably take that many if we keep it a ranged engagement, I prefer running."

He then unsheathed his blades and aimed them at Green-Root.
,,Like it or not, you're coming with us where I can keep an eye on you. I've got enough Magicka now to kill you before you've finished one swipe with that tail."

Mannimarco

Wrestling with Ian, cuts slashed around Mannimarco. Seeing the dead creature confused Mannimarco, after all, Mannimarco laid a powerful spell onto the vampire. Disregarding his pain that shot like fountains of magma around his body, Mannimarco used his staff to buffer Ian off of him.

"Liak Mor'Repit!" Mannimarco swore. Then using ancient magic from the first era, he shot life from the plants and animals in the area into Ian. Waiting for the life to counteract with the dead cells, Mannimarco shot bolts of cackling black energy into the surrounding area. Jumping to his feet, Mannimarco took off for the bloodtrail.

Kirana, last moments

The steel blade found its target, its very tip thrust through her chest and emerged from her back. Pain lanced through her like a spear of fire, but despite the agony the scholar managed to smile reassuringly at both Issac and Satyana.

Kirana used the last remnants of her strength and will to speak. "Than.... thank you both...... Don't.... let my passing... hurt you." She looked between the two of them, her face losing its color. "One death.... no matter whos..... should ruin.... anoth-"

Kirana crumpled as her strength ran out; her dying expression was one of content satisfaction.

Issac

As soon as his katana pierced his mother, Issac's resolve vanished, his hands let go of the hilt, but the deed was done. Seeing that what he had done was real, the Altmer fell to his knees, shuddering at the audacity of what he'd wrought.

Though he barely managed to hear Kirana's dying words, he understood, but he couldn't cope with her death. I killed her! The woman who raised me to be who I am now! I.... I actually went through with it....

Issac knew Kirana didn't wish for her death to ruin their lives, but the guilt was eating at him in a frenzy. Her death won't ruin mine, I ruined hers and my own!

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Satyana

She sank down beside Issac, feeling his grief deep inside . She did not speak, just held him tight in her arms. Satyana was a devastated as he was, after all Kirana was his mother! She had not known her mother but she could very well imagine how this affected him.

She started to chant very silently....hoping his pain would diminish a bit, if he was aware of her presence..

Mannimarco

Seizing up and remaining still, the King of Worms knew what had just been done. "Girl, why did your friends do this to you?" Mannimarco sent through the link, but it was as if the message flowed into nothing. Mannimarco tried in vain to capture the soul of Kirana, and tried to send it to Ian. Grunting in external and internal effort, Mannimarco used every ounce of magick he knew to prevent the soul to fly to the heavens with the Aedra. Blood sweat poured from the necromancer, and he directed the soul right into the form of Ian. "Must...not...die..." Mannimarco gasped, and he began to see black swirls in front of his eyes.

"You bastarde...You'll pay...." Mannimarco yelled at the air, for he now was blind. Mannimarco used what remaining power he had on Mundus to reanimate Kirana's body. "Taste the wrath of the dead...." And Mannimarco fell over in a heap.

Issac

He could hear Satyana soothing voice so near; her arms wrapped around him. Her presense helped him enough to cease crying and regain clarity. Emotionally, he was still very shaken, but the hysterics had passed.

"Than- thanks, Satyana...." He managed to cough as his throat had become tight due to his sobbing. Then in his blurry sight, he saw something move. Hastily he wiped his eyes, only to see one of the most disturbing things possible happening.

Kirana's reanimated body rose, it tore Issac's katana from where it had impaled its chest. "Meridia...." Having missed Mannimarco's final anger-filled tirade, Issac had not been at all prepared for this.

"Satyana." He whispered as he rose, rousing her to the new horrible face of reality. For now the revulsion and anger of such desecration of a loved one's remains banished his grief. "It looks like Mannimarco's treachery has ended.

Kirana, soul (How many souls will be tagging along in Ian's body before this is over? Everyone who dies?)

One moment her essence was swift on its way to the proper place of the deceased, the next Kirana realized she was..... somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. "Where am I!?"

Ian, the official vampire soul carrier

When Mannimarco faltered in his assualt, Ian chanced a glance toward where he'd been going. His eyes widened when he witnessed Kirana's "end." Turning to Mannimarco again, the Imperial finally understood what had happened.

No sooner than he'd breathed a sigh of relief that the King of Maggots was gone when two things occured. Firstly: he heard the distincly familiar voice of his former partner and friend echo through his consciousness.
Before Ian could fully appreciate what had taken place, the fallen body of Kirana rose again.

"Kirana?" Ian did not pursue the reanimated corpse immediately, the astonishment that Kirana was inside him demanded more attention.

OCC: So, Ian for the moment will not take part in the fight. Will Rann please aid Issac and Satyana? This soul carrying situation is rather ridiculous, but amusing at the same time.

OOC: Ian is turning into a trash can for souls.... anyway

Mannimarco's Essence

Dispersing......that is the purpose, become Nothing.....,..... Wait, the fiery door! I AM NOT READY! SAVE ME PLEASE! I'VE DONE NO WRONG! PLEASE NO! NOT THE DOOR!

Anguish is bliss compared to the pain It is going through right now, Anguish is heaven, the pain wont stop....

A familiar pull, somewhere......, Girl?.....TAKE ME BACK! PLEASE! Disparity! Torment!

Mannimarco's Body

The form gradually sank into the ground along with his belongings and his staff. The ground began to die around Mannimarco's melting form and everything darkened.

Mannimarco's Essence

Magicka flash.....All the souls I have sent from Mundus, and those I have made stay....There! There is the boy I annihilated.....Judgement again! NO! SEND ME BACK! BACK FROM THE DOOR!

Cerpin

Welcome, Kirana, to my humble abode. It's quite comfortable, I think, despite the fact that there is no feeling here...

Rann

Seeing the apparrent shock in everyone else, Rann quickly dispatched Kirana's animated form to prevent any further injury.

He dislodged his katana from her chest and dropped it to the ground in disgust. He knew it wasn't Kirana but it still felt wrong.

Tears started to well up in his eyes, both for Soldin and for Kirana, but he held them back, barely showing that their deaths affected him at all.

"I'll go back and get Soldin's body. They both deserve a good burial," he said solemnly.



Rahvin

"Sounds good to me," he said, "Lead the way."

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OOC: There's nothing left of Soldin.... he was annihilated

Menhrunes Dagon

"Finally, the illusive King of Worms has come to pay me a visit." Mannimarco twisted in unseen agony as tendrils of pain shot through his form.

"You were quite a problem on Mundus, Mannimarco, and the other Daedra have been itching to get their hands on the infamous "King of Worms."

Mannimarco felt utterly defeated, nothing could help him. Although, there was the Girl..., he thought he could try it.

"What are you attempting, you pitiful excuse for a King? You aren't worth Kingship over maggots you whelp!"

Mannimarco felt the connection on Mundus. They hadn't yet killed Ian or he hadn't rid his body of Kirana's soul. Hopefully, he didn't know how.... Mannimarco smiled as ancient words for transcending planes rolled across his mind. He smiled.

"Prince Dagon, forgive me for being ever so rude, but you bore me with your senseless banter." Mannimarco recited the words and felt the senstation of falling up and down at the same time. Moments later, Mannimarco materialized into the clearing, but not in the form he desired. Since his body was already returned to the earth, he could only watch from the shadows. And those who could see him were scare. The Dunmer with his tatoo and his siblings, Ian the vampire with many souls, and the pitiful Patholos, who clung to life. Dismay filled Mannimarco, as he realized he couldn't cast any spells, talk or even command what he once could. He was a shade of life on Mundus, he was his own collection of used atoms. He was useless.

Rann

Rann walked slowly back to the place where Soldin was killed. There were no remains of the young boy, there was only the bow that Rann had given him lying on the gound. He had forgotten the fact that his body had been disintegrated; that fact only made Rann feel worse.

Rann picked the bow up and slung it over his shoulder.

I'll kill some werewolves for you, kid, he thought sadly, wondering if the dead really could hear when the living addressed them. He hoped so.

Issac

When Rann suggested burying Soldin and Kirana, it gave him much of his normal clarity back. However, Issac remembered gravely that Kirana was more inclined to cremation than burials. But before he started, the Altmer noticed that Ian had returned once again.

Oddly enough, his adoptive father had not said a word nor made his presense clear for several minutes. Issac gave a start when Ian dissappeared from view. Though it wasn't surprising that Ian would wish to be alone after what had happened, Issac wanted Ian to be nearer as opposed to farther than normal.

"Kirana traditionally perfered cremations over burials," he mumbled. Issac would have said more, but the words died in his mouth.

Kirana

She gave a start (or would have, had she still been flesh and blood) when someone actually answered her in the void. "Who are you? And what is this place really?"

Ian

Once a sufficient distance away, Ian came to a halt. He shut his eyes and aimed his awareness inward. "Kirana, I know you want answers, but you'll have to be patient for the time being."

"This is my body, and according to my friend whom you've already met, because I am technically dead, my body can be used to store other people's souls. I don't know how you ended up in me rather than Aetherius, but now my body has three different souls in it."

Addressing his other hitch-hiker, Ian requested. "I don't have the appropriate time to explain all this, so will you answer anymore of Kirana's questions to the best of your ability?" Without waiting for a reply from either, Ian brought his attention back to the world around his body.

Kirana (great, RPing between two of my own characters, how awkward)

"Ian!" But she felt the Imperial turn his attention away from her. If anything his explaination made less sense than her soul being trapped somewhere between Mundas and Aetherius. Had she been able, Kirana would have sighed explosively at being ignored.

"So, can you give something more specific?" She asked the other soul.

Mannimarco

Wandering was the main purpose of Mannimarco now, and his connection to Mundus faded in and out. The most he could do at the moment was amplify his shadowed essence, to make himself appear darker. Only those that could see him could view this anyway. Mannimarco sighed, a began fiddling with old magick to try and bring himself back.

After a while of unsuccessful toying, Mannimarco witnessed some very odd happenings. One, when an object in Mundus died, the essence of the being, its soul, would flicker in the odd existence where Mannimarco exists. Two, whenever magicka was pulled from the waves and currents of Mundus, and the magicka passed in the path Mannimarco was occupying, the Magicka would scatter Mannimarco all over the area, like dropping a glass bottle. By force of will, Mannimarco solidified himself over time, but the process was ardous.

The third and most interesting thing was that Mannimarco saw the magicka coursing through the caster. He observed this by watching a small rabbit die by incineration from one of the snakemen casters. He would see the currents shift, and careful not to be in the way, watch the magicka collect in a person. Mannimarco guessed that the more you used in a shorter span of time, the less you are able to pull down magicka for yourself.

Mannimarco approached the figure of Rann from behind, and followed him to the area where Soldin was annihilated. The faintest of hints of Soldin coursed throughout the air. Mannimarco quizzically looked at the figure of Rann retrieve the bow and walk off. Mannimarco followed.

Rann

Rann walked slowly back towards his companions. His mind was on their recent losses, but for some reason the hairs on the back of his neck were raised. He looked back multiple times, thinking he had a follower, but nobody was there. Thinking nothing of it, he walked on, and rejoined his friends.

He heard Issac say that Kirana had wanted to be cremated and considered using his gift to light a magical fire, but decided against it; it was Mannimarco's energy that he had absorbed, and he refused to use such tainted magicka to put Kirana to rest.

"I'll gather some firewood for her then."

Army of Morrowind

Forgetting one thing in the defense of the city could mean its downfall. The possibility of a seige seemed most likely but, Commander Astratus didn't think there would be one. His lieutenants were sure of it however. Commander Astratus paced the small command post in the Imperial Temple. "What army hell-bent on destruction would beseige one of the strongest cities in the world?" he asked his lieutenants. Some saw the logic, others still adamantly refused to come to terms with fighting snakemen.

After a few hours, Commander Astratus went out for a drink. He and his best friend and First Lieutenant Brion went to a small home with a tavern sign painted on the door. Brion was a Nord and served as a bodyguard and command relay during battle. He was trustworthy and smart. Commander Astratus sat down in a small table by the fireplace and withdrew his last bottle of flin. "Doing that to yourself is foolish" Brion said, shaking his head. Brion ordered a honey ale and sat opposite of the Commander.

A few minutes later, Commander Astratus brought up the Dagoth Ur incident accidentally by making a remark about the rashes on a man's face that had just walked into the tavern. Brion, who had also lost his wife during the Dagoth incident, shuddered and the pair came to a mutual agreement to finish drinking in their own tents.

Laying in his hammock, refusing the inns around town, Commander Astratus called for the doorman. Commander Astratus told the man the plan for the war, and that if there were no more heroes in Cyrodill, then the Army would be destroyed. Commander Astratus told the man to find all the possible soldiers for the army, and to take a detachment of cavalry with him. The man nodded, slightly confused, but left the tent for the stable just the same.

"If there is hope, it is with the people of this Empire..." Commander Astratus said before falling asleep.

OCC: Karn has been waiting in the doorway for quite awhile no, POS.

Issac

"I'll light the fire." He replied to Rann. A tiny fire forming just above the palm of his hand.