Flint Ironwood.

They ran, till they were sure they'd lost their pursuers.
,,Nice trick, that was." Flint muttered.
,,Alright, time to wrap things up. We're going to the Imperial City, right now."


(If you want to talk some more, go ahead. If not, I hereby officialy grant permission to warp to the IC.)

Rahvin

As they neared the city gate, he realized that the group standing there included Rann, Satyana, and a couple others that had been sent from Chorrol so long ago.

"Well, Brianna, there's two of your children," he said as they continued walking; they still had a little bit of distance to cover before they reached them.

OOC: I don't mind a warp to the IC. Do we want to get there at the same time as the rest? Because if not I'll edit this post.


Flogir

After ample amounts of running, Flogir's party finally slowed down. The Imperial City was not far off at all. In fact, he could make out that quite a few people stood outside the gates, awaiting entry into the city.

"Hmm, didn't Kirana say that the Imperial City was abandoned basically? From here it looks like there's an army occupying it," he mused aloud.

If anything, that was a good thing though. They would need an army to defeat that which was marching behind them.

"I think we should catch up to those people up there and get in when they do," Flogir stated as he started jogging. He thought he heard one of the members behind him groan.

(It's fine by me.)
Flint Ironwood

Flint groaned. He was really tired.
,,Man, first thing I'm going to do is find a place to crash." He grumbled when Flogir told them to run again. The Breton made a mental calculation and figured that he had plenty of Magicka for a short hop. He cast the spell and leaped into the air, covering the distance in a few seconds.
,,I'm too tired to hop around like a frog, but it beats running. Hi, gang." He said as he landed within shouting distance.

Green-Root.

,,An army? This is interesting." Green-Root hissed, secretly wondering where they'd come from.
,,We'd better keep running. That show-off cheated again by flying. Say, do you think they have left any booze here?"

Brianna

She took a deep breath, at last she would meet them. She felt a little bit scared, what if they wouldn´t like her?

"Rahvn, ehh you...you know them...what are they like? Do they know I exist? Oh I´m so scared"

Flogir

Flogir looked back at the Argonian. "Beats me. But if I know armies, which I should. There's likely a few who find solace in the bottle, so there's bound to be something to drink there," he said sombrely since he knew he was one of the types to find solace in the bottle. As he got closer to the gate he realized that the group was Rann and company.

"Oi! Is that you Rann?" he called out, grinning. As he got closer though he realized some of Rann's company were missing. Flogir's grin disappeared. "Soldin and Kirana didn't make it?" he decided to ask bluntly.


Voltar

Voltar kept to the back of the group, his attention focused on the going ons between the two reuniting groups. Voltar frowned at the mention of Flogir's question, yet inside there was a slight swell of interest.

Looks like Veric won't need to return that book... he thought.

He felt no need to introduce himself once more. Rann and the others who went with him had all ready met him earlier with "Altair".

Ian

The man in white robes turned to the newcomers, if anyone had seen, his eyes brightened in recognition. "Nice to see you two again," He said to Rahvin and Sadril. Ian then noticed the woman beside Rahvin.

For some reason, Ian could guessed who she was and from what he'd heard it wasn't someone he wanted to be involved with. His eyes lost some of their glow, he did not address the woman. Suddenly, Flint appeared, much to Ian's continued pleased surprise.

It would seem everyone is showing up for the endgame.... He mused.

Issac

He heard the other group approaching, and caught "two of your children." Issac turned his head, hearing Ian greet Rahvin and Sadril. There was a woman in the threesome who bore some resemblance to Satyana.

"'Tyana, I think you're about to meet your mother." He whispered, patting her on her shoulder to indicate the newcomers to her."

Rann

Rann looked back to see Flogir approaching after hearing his name shouted. He smiled and shook the nord's hand, but then Kirana and Soldin were brought up, and his expression become more solemn.

He answered Flogir's question with a shake of his head. There was no more time for any other such words, as he spotted his father and Sadril coming, accompanied by a strange woman.

"I guess the gang's all here."

Flogir

Flogir returned the gesture and patted Rann on the back in a gesture of sympathy. "At least I hope you took care of that necromancer," he said. Flogir figured that he wouldn't see Rann unless the necromancer was defeated, especially since the monster managed to kill Soldin and Kirana.

"So who is occupying the city?" he asked, decided to switch topics

Rann

"Well, judging by the bonemold I'm seeing everywhere, I'd say it's an army sent from Morrowind to help us out. But if you'll excuse me for a second, I'm going to go speak to my father," he said, pointing to the three approaching figures.

He excused himself from conversation with Flogir and walked over to speak wit his father.

"Fancy seeing you here," he began, "This your newest two-day lady friend?" he asked, motioning towards Brianna. He also gave Sadril a short nod, showing that he acknowledged the vampire's presence.

Rahvin

Rahvin had been about to answer Brianna, when Rann suddenly approached them, carrying along his wise remarks.

"Actually, Rann, this is your mother."

OOC: I'll give minque a chance to let Brianna say something before I start RPing with myself too much.

Sadril

Sadril nodded back to Rann, "Glad to see you're still alive," he noted as he walked past Rann and dove into the group of people before him. Sadril lifted his head up high and took a great breath through his nose. "Alright. who are the vampires?" he called out to the group.

"I smell three," he added more quietly. They're fledgling, still. Two haven't been dead for long. One is much older...

OOC: three? Ian, Aerona and....?

Aerona

"Me," she said softly in answer to Sadril's question, not wanting to be heard by the guard and denied entrance to the city.

OOC: tenek.

Sadril

Sadril, hearing a female answer his call, stepped swiftly to put himself in front of the owner of the voice. Seeing she was a Dunmer only provoked him more to kneel before her, take her hand and kiss it. "Sadril," he smiled, showing the tip of his fangs, "And you are?"

Sure it was a bit over the top, but the buzz of battle hanging in the air got Sadril excited and in a over-the-top mood.

OOC: are they in the IC, or still outside the gate?

OOC: outside the gate; arastrus has to come let 'em all in.

Aerona

After Sadril kneeled in front of her and kissed her hand, she glanced around quickly to see if anyone was looking. Unfortunately, it seemed that they were.

"Aerona..." she answered, retrieving her hand as quickly as she could without toally offending the strange vampire. Vampires still scared her quite a bit, despite her being one; she still hadn't quite grasped the reality of it all.

Commander Astratus

Following the Bosmer messenger to the gate, Astratus nodded in attention to the guard at his post. "Do they seem like they are the type to help?" Commander Astratus asked the guard at his post.

After a short conversation with the guard, Commander Astratus nodded and watched as the gate slowly opened. He gazed for the first time at the people outside the gate. Commander Astratus immediately felt uncomfortable standing alone in front of the crowd of people. Motioning for two guards to his side, Commander Astratus strolled briskly to the front of the collective group.

"My Name is Vercius Astratus, and I command this army you see here. I trust you all have seen the petitions for "glorious heroes" or "unlimited gold" that have been circulating throughout our march. I'm sorry to say that we have no money for you, who's to say that you won't be dead tommorrow," Astratus stopped, noticing the vampires, gave a sudden shiver, and then continued, "Or prisoner to the snakemen?"

Pausing, Astratus pondered over all the people assembled in front of him. What struck him most was the fact that these people seemed like everyday people. Astratus continued, "What has befallen us now is no longer a small threat to a province or city, this is an army bred for annihilation! You must think that the Imperial City is a safe point for all refugees, but you are mistaken, the City is just a buffer to allow the most refugees to escape westward or northward. The city is populated by less than one hundred non-soldier types. They are well aware of the risk of death and they have accepted that. We can accomodate you, but there are no gaurantees on food or water. It is a sullen thing, waiting for death to rear its ugly head, and the sand in the hourglass taunts you with every falling of it."

Astratus produced the flask from earlier and drained the contents. Wiping his face and straightening his jerkin, Astratus cleared his throat and said, "Welcome to the Imperial City, make yourselves at home. If you wish to fight, submit your name and "skillset" to either one of my Brigadier Generals." And with that Astratus turned around and walked back into the City.

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Ian

When Sadril kissed Aerona, Ian crossed his arms and gave the Dunmer vampire a look that wasn't definitely any emotion, but spoke of disapproval. "Sadril," he said simply. "I'm the second."

Slowly, he raised on hand and pulled the piece of cloth off, seeing as the less subtle vampire strains were here as well. He turned to Astratus, "And the commander and I have already met."

Sadril

Sadril listened to the commander's monologue, and noted his reaction when his eyes crossed any of vampires in the group. Then when Ian spoke up, he turned to him. "And you, another one who has not been dead for very long."

He leaned in closer, "How do you like it?"

Ian

Turning back to Sadril, he replied. "Vampirism has its advantages, but it isn't without its curses." Yes, I'm having to get used to a lot. Ian shrugged slightly, "It's not too different from any other change that can happen to someone."

"My kind is not yours Sadril," he reminded, reffering to their different bloodlines.

Tenek, catching up

Not too far upwind from them, a figure brushed off most of the dirt from his clothes. "Note to self, never wake up snakemen when being chased by animals." Tenek muttured to himself.

Striding up to the people by the gates to the Imperial City, Tenek recognized the group he'd encoutered earlier. However, he kept his mouth shut seeing as a bunch of soldiers were nearby. Approaching the Argonian from earlier, he handed over the shredded remains of the bag he'd taken.

"Erm, the meat didn't survive.... Let's keep it at that." He muttured, If the next two bags I steal don't have gold in them I'm going to be out of my mind!

Sadril

Sadril sneered, "I could tell that long before I saw you." He then turned from Ian, and, purely on a hunch, moved behind the nearest Inn away from the watch of the military men.



Veric

Veric stood and looked Amrita over as the hall around them returned to what he recognized as his personal dining hall. A unimaginably long wooden table grew from the floor, and the room became lively decorated.

Veric showed Amrita to a mirror room containing only one mirror enchanted to take a person to a predetermined place, an idea not completely his own. "There will be a large scale battle at the Imperial City very soon. Step through this mirror to get there. Otherwise do what you will," he instructed as he stepped through the mirror.

Veric quite literally stepped out of thin air and into the very same back alley Sadril had wondered to.

"Thought I'd find you here," the vampire said to Veric, who only after a second masked himself and his presence as Altair, the Altmeri politician.

"What's the situation?" Veric asked, brushing a non-existant speck of dust from his shoulder.

"Makeshift army in here. Snake army out there."

"Where is Rann?"

Sadril shrugged...

Really big one, sorry.
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Ian

Watching Sadril dissappear for a few moments, Ian also split off from the group. He made his way to the Temple District, taking a faster route through Green Emporer Way. As he navigated through the tents of the army, Ian spotted a familiar mer in black armor.

Karn

No sooner had the agent spotted him that the Dunmer met his gaze. Ian's appearance caused a bit of inner conflict within Karn. He still had a score to settle with the Imperial, but personal vandettas were unbecoming of leaders.

Slowly, he set down his mug and began walking out of the cluster of tents, knowing Ian would follow. When the Imperial met him in the Southeastern graveyard, Karn spoke first. "So, it seems fate is rather insistant, wouldn't you agree?"

Ian nodded, glancing up at the star-filled sky. "One might imagine it wants one, or perhaps both, of us dead before it gives up." The vampire looked at him with partially narrowed eyes. "I can tell you didn't come here with the intents of fighting for the Silhouete or affecting their victory."

Karn let silence give Ian his answer, finally the Imperial spoke again. "But even if we happen to be allied, even if everything was forgiven, the road will only continue until one of us is dead."

"Yes, there must be an end to the constant struggle," he agreed. "When the Akaviri are eradicated, and if both of us survive the battle, we will put this mortal conflict to an end, once and for all."

Both enemies stood silently, the moment stretching on. Karn broke the eternity, reaching into his cloak to pull out a yellow amulet. He offered it to Ian. "This was given to me by the mage in the cave weeks ago. This amulet will allow for communication over any distance with the man. That mage is more than he appears; if he wants something out of this conflict, it would be wise to keep that something out of his grasp."

Ian inspected it sceptically. "I think it might also serve another purpose, but I have no knowledge of it."
Before the vampire could either thank Karn or give the amulet back, the Dunmer assassin turned and walked off without another word.

If that trinket is all I think it is, perhaps it will prove useful, otherwise, I'm glad to be rid of it. Karn went back to the tent to collect Patholos before returning to the Narza'Tai. The battle plans had already been drawn out, whether the Morrowind Commander liked them or not, Karn refused to position his followers in a less optimal spot.

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