reggard


Reggard entered the room quietly and took in the situation. lexie was squabbling, pretending she could fight, and trying to suck everyone into her personal life. "listen up, kids," the nord began, demanding the entire room's attention with his booming voice. "we've got company. soon. i heard orders being issued about a mile down the supply route. best make ready...im not sure how many of them there are or even who they are, but we should never underestimate our enemy. i have alerted the gaurds and i await master hitius's order to stand or to flee. i vote we fight." with that he took an at-ease stance beside madrukh, whom he had spent many hours in the practice rooms and on patrol with, and gained much respect for.

This post has been edited by DungeonHunter: Jun 8 2007, 01:06 AM

Ahn

Ahn had barely spent any time with any of his guildmates, preferring to stay at the guildhall only when he needed free lodging or supplies. He realized how much like a leech he was, feeding off of the guild, while doing so little for it, but he didn't care. They could kick him out if they wanted, yet they didn't. What he lacked in presence at the guild, he made up for in the occasional big favor. Sayn would sent him a letter with intructions, and he would carry them out. That was the extent of his guild activity, and he guessed it was enough for Sayn. he wondered if Hitius would think the same way...

Reggard spoke then, and Ahn wanted to immediately punch holes in his plan on the grounds of him being a nord, but unfortunately for him, it was a solid one.

"Let's just get this over with so I can go back to Mournhold. I've got business there."

Lexie

Lexie smiled, tied her hair back with a leather strap and turned to <Reggard

"OK, you heard him" she said nodding at Ahn, " Let´s get this over with"


Not that I have any business in Mournhold.....just yet! But I might.....if everything goes my way

Deryll Farfing.

Twelve men had gathered in front of a bronze door mounted in the mountainside. Deryll looked at them all, then at the path leading along the coast and finally shook his head.
,,We've already been discovered, so we won't wait for the remainder to catch up. Allow me." He spoke and stepped in front of the door.
,,Heyat!" He called and a sphere of light formed before him. It shot towards the door, then carved through its hinges in several passes before dissipating. Everyone involuntarily took a step back as the heavy door slammed down on its side.
,,Alright men, charge!" He ordered and fell back to the last wave. He wasn't a frontline fighter. He didn't need to. For him it was an easy trick to strike out at his enemies from afar, even beyond corners.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh

Madrukh nodded at Reggard. Then, he heard the unmistakable sound of something heavy slamming into the ground.
,,The door has fallen. Our decision has been taken out of our hands. To arms! Gather round and strike down all those who dare enter!" He ordered, realizing that at times like these, it was ok to go over Hitius' head. He would have to answer for his insubordination later, but not now.

The knight turned to the small door that separated this room from the rest of the building.
,,Reggard, my friend! Let us fight side by side! They shall taste the might of my Trollcleaving blade!"

Reggard Wolfbite


Reggard nodded back at madrukh and unsheathed his claymore from his back. whoever...or whatever came through that door wasnt going to last long on this side of it.

Ahn

Ahn drew his sword and looked to Hitius.

"Are there any other guild members in the building, Hitius, or is it just the six of us?" he asked; not liking the odds if they were the extent of the guild's defense. He was by no means a coward, but he wasn't unnecessarily courageous either. He wasn't willing to die for a lost cause, and he wasn't above leaving the fight if losing was inevitable. He was a realist.

Lexie

Lexie stepped forward, beside Ahn, unsheathing her sword. It was a sword meant for a considerably bigger person than Lexie, but she held it as easily as if it had been a dagger.

"So Dunmer, you surprised?, I bet you didn´t think I could be of any use did you?. But I assure you, I can handle this piece of weaponry quite professional!"

Lexie was all smile, she loved to shock men like this, she really didn´t look like she could be any good with weapons, but she was far stronger than it looked like.

Ahn

Ahn shrugged at Lexie's display, "Great, kill something when it's time."

He had to admit that it was somewhat impressive, but not all she made it out to be. He guessed she had something to prove to everyone.

Lexie

"Oh aye..I will...I will, don´t you worry!" She held her sword down, being prepared but decided not to show off, that wretched Dunmer really was hard to impress...or was he just holding back? But heck, she had come to pretty much like him, despite his harshness. She was sure he was a good one to fight together with.


If he knew what I´ve been through, he´d probably be nicer to me....

reggard



reggard glanced over his shoulder and nudged madrukh with his elbow. "all this boasting from that girl...methinks she just wants attention," he whispered to the orc. "however, hitius must have had some reason for bringing her here. i just hope she wont be too hard to drag along if we need to run."

Gro-Bolg Madrukh. (Let's get this fight started.)

Madrukh took one short moment to glance at Lexie, in particular on her sword. He then glanced at the Claymores Reggard and he wielded.
,,Hmmph, you could say so. But aren't we boasting of our swords as well? If this goes on, we'll soon be holding a competition to see who has the biggest sword." He whispered back. It was then that a Dunmer with a shortsword rushed in.

,,Bronze guild, we bring death!" He shouted adn skidded to a halt when he saw them. His eyes wandered to the Claymores, which were even larger than usual. Being the first to charge in now seemed like a bad idea.
,,As you wish! You bring death, we give it out! Leave now for I am your life's end!" Madrukh roared.

Deryll Farfing.

Deryll shook his head from behind the wall.
,,Oh dammit, an Orc." He muttered to himself.
,,Heyat!"

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh's eyes widened when a sphere of light rushed out from beyond the corridor, passed between the soldier's legs and then continued onward into the council room.
,,Watch out!" He warned as he jumped to the side to avoid the spell.
,,Mages! An evil mage! Is this your idea of honour? To pelt us with your little sparks from beyond our sight?!" Enraged, he swung at the soldier who had already retreated. Soon though, he was back, with half a dozen others, standing in rows of two because the corridor was too cramped to fit more.

,,I, Gro-Bolg Madrukh, I challenge you! Come forward and taste my blade!" Madrukh shouted. Another spell flashed around the corridor and hit him squarely on the chest. The Orsimer was driven back by the physical punch the spell seemed to possess. He flew back till he hit the wall where fortunately, the spell dissipated. He reached down with a hand and felt the half-molten area where the spell had struck him.
,,Damn mages!" He thought as he got up and moved back to join the battle that had started.

OOC: kinda taking some liberties with the architecture here...

Ahn

The council room in which they stood was at the very center of the guildhall. It had four doorways, one on each wall. The guildhall itself also had four doorways, three of which would be entered by the three pathways discovered by their enemies: the northern entrance, the western entrance by the coast, and the main southern entrance. What they hadn't discovered though, was the western tunnel.

Ahn realized that the western tunnel would be their only way out in a worst case scenario, so he decided to have a clear path to the council room's western door at all times so that he could take the most direct route to safety if the fight started to look bad.

Their attackers came from the eastern door, and he jumped into the fight just as Madrukh was blasted away, his slender body attempting to fill the gap left by the burly orc.

I haven't tasted blood in awhile... the voice said.

You mean a few hours? he responded mentally as he ran his sword through the nearest opponent.

reggard

Reggard shook his head with a smile on his face when he heard the orc's noble challenge. when he was blasted back, however, reggard roared with a beastial fury and sent the full weight of his blade crashing down on a lightly armored breton standing in the doorway. just as soon as he had felled the soldier, though, another stepped up. reggard pulled his sword from the body just in time to block a quick sword slash from the man he faced. the recoil was absorbed through the nord's limbs and dissapated, not moving him even the slightest bit. after a quick thrust into hiss oppenent, which knocked him into the man behind him, reggard found the time to glance back at madrukh, who sat crumpled on the floor. in any other circumstance, reggard would have rushed to his aid, but with more than half a dozen men in front of him and only a scrawny mer beside him, he felt he was of better use in the front with his sword.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

There was not enough room for him to step in. While the cramped conditions kept the enemy from swamping them, it also prevented them from lining up and form an effective defense. Again he looked down on his cuirass, noting how the iron above his heart had thinned considerably. That spell had surprised him. While it was weak on its own, its eerie ability to sustain itself while pushing against its target, and its ability to change directions made it something to be wary off.

Then, a loud bashing reached his ears, yet it seemed like a whisper over the clash of battle.
,,Another group?"

He turned to face the door just as its hinges surrendered to the blows.
,,The coast detachment has arrived!" Seven soaked Dunmer shouted.
,,I see! Welcome! Now let us see who is the better warrior!" Madrukh shouted back and rushed forward.

The first Dunmer raised his shield in defence when the Claymore came down. But the knight drove his blade through the Bonemold shell with incredible strenght and cut through the arm behind it. The Dunmer yelled, and Madrukh sliced open his stomach with his backswing. He then thrust the Claymore into the man's chest and drove him back into his allies who were still standing in the cramped corridor.
,,Flee now, or die!" Madrukh roared.

,,They're at two entrances now! Let's hope they won't make it three!" He added to his fellow guildmembers.


Deryll Farfing.

,,This is taking too long." Deryll noted and then called out.
,,I'm going to put down a barrage. Hold the door but don't advance!" He ordered before releasing a pair of Heyat spells. The two bolts of light brushed against the ceiling as they flew and entered the council room, before diving to chest-height and circling the room, one clock-wise and the other counter-clockwise.


(Getting hit probably won't kill anyone, but it will hurt and bring the victim out of balance cause it keeps pushing.)

Lucien

Waking up early was hard for Lucien, and he groaned when he rolled out of bed. As he dressed, a faint knocking was heard at his door. "More the merrier," Lucien said with a half smile as he let his two former guildmates into his home. One went immediately to the food cabinet and withdrew a loaf of bread and a wheel of cheese that Lucien had been saving for quiet some time.

After some conversation, and much eating, the two guildmates came to an important topic that caught Lucien's attention. Apparently, there was much fighting between guilds, and they were becoming more and more reclusive with each other. The guild Lucien used to be in had just seen a small band of what appeared to be soldiers crossing through the forest. Lucien pondered this, and asked if the two men would like some wine.

Lucien went to his cold storage, which happened to be a small inlet of water underneath his foundation. He withdrew Tamika's Best and uncorked the bottle. The lovely aroma of fruit filled the small house, and the other men licked their lips in anticipation. Lucien poured three generous portions into small cups and the three began to reminisce. Lucien couldn't help but feel afraid of massive guild wars, for there were many in the country of Morrowind, and many people could die.

OOC: Did my best with what little information I had, sorry if it is wrong.... not really sorry, Ill just edit.

Ahn

After making light work of a few attackers, he heard that they were filing through another entrance. He figured that if they found two entrances, the third would come soon enough.

"We have to leave now!" he shouted.

If they do use another entrance, the battle will be even more hopeless.

Gro-Bolg Madrukh.

Madrukh gritted his teeth. Avoiding an unneeded battle was fine, but running away was the worst dishonour that could befall a knight. By now, the corpse had slided off his Claymore. The knight raised his massive sword before his face, closed his eyes and focussed.

A soft swishing reached his ears.
,,Damn mages!" He howled as he ducked the two bolts of light that streaked through the room. The group he'd pushed back now surged forward again. It didn't matter, he was ready.
,,It is not a retreat if I take it right through the enemy. Furthermore, I'll be distracting them and give my friends their chance to slink away unnoticed."

,,Go! I'll hold the line!" He shouted and rushed forward to meet his foes. The corridor was too cramped to swing a Claymore, so again he levelled the blade like a lance and speared two of the attackers. He released one hand's grip and used his full weight to swing the weapon around with his other, even with the two corpses stuck to it. Red Altar soldiers were either thrown against the walls or forced to jump away. Madrukh barrelled through the last two who were still standing. With everyone on the ground, he took his chance to clean his sword of the extra weight and then took off.
,,You will not get our relic!" He shouted at any would be pursuers.
,,We don't have a relic, but the more motivation for you to chase me, the better."

He dashed through the still open door. The coast drew up before him in the form of a high cliff. The thunder of pursuing feet hammered in his ears.
,,They'd better taken their chance and left. I'm not going to turn around now! It will be a leap of faith!"
,,Great forefathers, I put my life in your hands! Let my landing be soft!"


Deryll Farfing.

,,Relic? what relic?" Deryll asked himself. He hadn't heard a thing regarding a relic. He smirked.
,,A bluff, of course."
,,They are trying to escape! Advance!" He ordered. The Breton drew his rapier and stepped around the corner while firing another Heyat.

Lucien

After an hour or so of fond memories and remembering bruises that have long since healed, the two guild members gave Lucien a crucial piece of information.

"You'd better keep up your physique and remember how to use your weapons brother, war is on your doorstep." And with that final phrase, the pair bowed low and left the small home. Lucien sat awhile next to his stove and pondered what the men had said. He withdrew a small herb that grew around the area, a genus of Hackle Lo but not the plant itself. He lit a clay pipe and went out of his house into the small cove where he lived.

Walking around the beach next to the water always seemed to calm Lucien. The smoke from his pipe formed lazy curls around his head as he walked, leaving a trail down the beach. The strong scent of the leaf was unmistakable, and Lucien reveled in it.

After a while, Lucien returned to his home. The cheese and bread had been eaten, and the wine was nearly gone. Lucien smiled a relaxed smile, then went into his pantry. Lucien smiled again when he saw that nothing but a head of lettuce was left, and the lettuce had already begun to wilt. So, after a few minutes of preparation, Lucien made ready for the hunt.

Out in the wild, Lucien had shot a small deer. Cleaning and salting the meat took less than an hour, so Lucien took the meat back to his house. He kept more than enough for a week, then packed the rest in a sack to sell the next day. He sat down next to his stove and nodded off to sleep.

Ahn

Since Madrukh offered to sacrifice himself for everyone else, Ahn accepted. He wasted no time in fleeing the scene through the secret pathway. He didn't comletely abandon his guildmates though, as he grabbed Lexie's arm without warning and pulled her along as he ran down the corridor that led to the tunnels.

Lexie

"Aouch!" Lexie grunted as Ahn grabbed her arm and dragged her along. Then she smiled and followed him, easily keeping up.

"Hey...excuse me, where are we heading to?"

Lexie was satisfied...going with Ahn was quite OK...