Flogir

"I remember those tomes. Kirana was looking at them to check on Rann's tattoo. There were a lot of them two, so yeah, that's a lot of spells and information that could prove beneficial to the Silhouette.... You're quite certain that Green-Root has em too?" he asked rhetorically.

Great.... he thought as the impact of the situation dawned on him.

"What do we intend to do about it? It's going to be difficult to find him before the next attack and I'll be needed at the walls."

Issac

His arms carressed her waist, drawing out the moment of complete bliss for as long as he dared. Finally, Issac disengaged from the embrace just enough to speak. "So," the Altmer said happily, one hand stroking Satyana's hair. "Let's go sit down and have a drink."

Issac smiled broadly, looking down slightly at his lover.

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OOC: since I'm not sure where the last post with Brianna and Rahvin was, I'm improvising since I don't want to look back through. (it's been a while since I made a rahvin post)

Rahvin

In looking at Brianna in that moment, Rahvin realized what he had missed for the last twenty years. Through it all, Brianna had always been there. From the moment that he hadn't killed her so long ago, she had been a loyal friend. Even when he had pushed her aside for Telina, she still loved him, though many would've given up.

But though it was a happy moment, he had foreboding sense of danger. He couldn't explain it, but it made him decide that he didn't want to be without this woman.

"Brianna," he said suddenly, "Will you marry me?"

Satyana

"Yes, let´s do just that!" she answered with a smile. "We really should capture the moments of joy...one never knows what the future will be"

Satyana was aware of the severity of their situation, but decided it was better to live now and not speculate too much in possible threats and....death!


Brianna

She didn´t move, her eyes just widened when she heard Rahvin´s proposal....

At last! Somehow I knew it would come to this...when we met again after all these years he was different, yet the same old Rahvin. But the difference was in how he reacted to me coming back! Now I´m finally at home, no matter what happens....no matter, I´ll be with the only man I ever really loved

She looked him right in his eyes, took his hand and answered:

"Yes, Rahvin, I want to marry you very much! But I think we must hurry"

We do not have very much time....I don´t know why, but I can feel it!

Amrita

Amrita spotted Rann vacating the Hotel with a dark haired woman. Sticking to her gameplan Amrita began to follow the couple while maintaining her mergance with the shadows. No point of stalking while visible.

Taking a stroll with a good looking lady, eh Rann? she thought to herself as she kept a safe distance away from the two.

Mannimarco

Mannimarco walked the camp until he felt the presence of the vampire approach. Courage, Mannimarco thought to himself, courage in the face of defeat. Expecting to laugh, but finding no humour in what he just said, Mannimarco felt around in the ground for corpses to use in the upcoming battle. With the Narza'Tai lair empty, those dead servants would take at least another four days to arrive. The friction in the air was tangeable, yet, Mannimarco felt relaxed, which worried him.

Finding a cemetary near a ruined farmstead, Mannimarco resurrected a whole family that had been recently buried. He surveyed each body, then chose the three males of the family that had the least amount of decomposition. He sent them forward along the shoreline, and had them stand and wait for the others he was looking for.

When that vampire arrives, I have to be ready, he thought to himself. Reaching deep into his memory, Mannimarco tried to recall a spell that an ancient Sload king taught him on how to control dead cells, regrowing them or destroying them however you see fit. Mannimarco suddenly realised that this body he was in was in no condition to perform a spell of that magnitude. Cursing, he pulsated a psychic message to all his dead followers and the few Necromancers that still followed him.

He sent them a message that simply stated, "Find me a black soul gem, bring it to me at the shores of the Imperial City. Make haste."

Kirana

"There might be a way to avoid fighting that will present itself" She replied as their host continued on his course. "At least until Mannimarco is slain, or raises an alarm."

Ian

As more and more Akaviri crossed his path, Ian concentrated on his knowledge of the Snakemen. Almost as many of Tamriels traditions were taken learned from the Akaviri Potentates as the High Elves. Part of his knowledge of the Akaviris' ways was a basic understanding of their language.

He could pick out snatches of conversation in the odd tongue from many a passing group. Ian hoped he didn't have to directly confront this army directly, it would be close to impossible to fight all the way to Mannimarco.
Up until now the snakemen he had come across had paid him little heed, even less when they picked up his vampirism, immediately guessing a connection to the necromancer lord working with their leader. Ian counted on such oversight lasting a little longer.....

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Kirana

"There might be a way to avoid fighting that will present itself" She replied as their host continued on his course. "At least until Mannimarco is slain, or raises an alarm."

Ian

As more and more Akaviri crossed his path, Ian concentrated on his knowledge of the Snakemen. Almost as many of Tamriels traditions were taken learned from the Akaviri Potentates as the High Elves. Part of his knowledge of the Akaviris' ways was a basic understanding of their language.

He could pick out snatches of conversation in the odd tongue from many a passing group. Ian hoped he didn't have to directly confront this army directly, it would be close to impossible to fight all the way to Mannimarco.
Up until now the snakemen he had come across had paid him little heed, even less when they picked up his vampirism, immediately guessing a connection to the necromancer lord working with their leader. Ian counted on such oversight lasting a little longer.....

Issac

When they arrived at the bar, Issac ordered a bottle of Surille Bros. not specifying the vintage from the off-duty soldier manning the bar. The Dunmer gave them a bottle and two glasses. Taking the bottle he poured into both cups and then passed one over to Satyana.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, I suppose." Issac said to his lover, taking a small sip of the drink.

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Patholos

Bowing low, Patholos left the sewers and entered the cool outside air. He felt around for the psychic presence of the Shadow Eaters, and tried to connect with all of them. Only eight responded to his call, so he ordered them to meet him at the Imperial City Docks.

Arriving at the docks, Patholos saw how weak and isolated the Docks were, there were practically no defensible positions. Patholos found a small rowboat and met his men after a few minutes. He told them the plan, and they set off for the opposite shoreline. On their way over, they passed the Isle of the Necromancers, and Patholos scanned it for the evil Nercomancer Mannimarco. Not finding anything, the rowboat continued towards the shoreline. They decided to sneak into the camp under the guise of defectors.

Approaching the snakemen was simple enough, as they kept to themselves and grouped together. Patholos thought he spotted a vampire through the throng of snakemen, but it was only a fleeting glance. Deeper into the camp Patholos caught sight of the Silhouette, and told the Shadow Eaters to him. Patholos found a groupd of vampires sitting around a fire, and Patholos nodded to his men. The group sat down by the vampires, and kept to themselves.

Patholos started conversation, and found out that there were few "officers" that were permanant. The old officers were either killed or dismissed. The vampires were here for reasons all their own, and Patholos asked if they were the only vampires at the camp. They said they were the only vampires of their strain at the camp, but there could be possibly more. Patholos nodded and asked if he could meet an officer to discuss strategy, and the vampire laughed and said that he could be an officer, all you had to do was to proclaim yourself one.

OOC: went a little out on a limb, but i put what i thought would be the hierarchy of a massive army into play. I'll edit if it is wrong.

OCC: Ian still "leave a mark" on Mannimarco right, even if it's just a near-severe wound to his new body.

Karn

Ignoring the searching soldiers, Karn strode through the alleyways all the way to the camp around the Imperial Palace. Many soldiers, even some of the ones in groups, watched him silently as he passed. Karn bared their scrutiny, after all, why trust a professional killer with your life?

He was annoyed when the Commander's tent was empty aside from a few officers. Without drawing the officers' attention, he found a chair in on of the corners and began waiting for Astratus to get back from gods-knew-what he was doing.

Ian

The distinct signature of necromantic works guided Ian like a compass. Had he not been a vampire, he doubted that finding Mannimarco would be this simple. The vampire walked with a certainty, with purpose, and that seemed enough for any officer, Tsaesci or otherwise, who spotted him to pass the prowling creature off as knowing what he was doing.

Rann

The streets had lost their city atmosphere; they were completely deserted but for the occasional dunmer sentry. There were no guards walking about pridefully, no cutpurses peering out of alleys, no beggars asking for coin, no children playing in the streets, no busy shoppers, no merchants; nothing was there but empty streets and silence. Dalrus's presence surely lightened the mood a bit for Rann, but he realized that besides travelling with her for the past few months, he didn't know much about his walking companion.

"So," he said, deciding to remedy his lack of knowledge, "Where are you from? You know, what was it like growing up for Dalrus?"



Rahvin

Rahvin found it odd that Brianna had a similar sense of urgency. He wondered if she felt as if time was running out as well. He couldn't explain it, but it was an ominous feeling. Almost as if...

No; it's not the time to dwell on such things.

"Well, we can't do it too quickly," he replied with a smile, "We'd need a priest first to make it official, right?"

Cerpin

Cerpin sighed; or would have, had he been in control of a physical form. It would be pointless to mention that after his host engaged the necromancer, the entire army would be alerted, and would most certainly understand that the vampire was not an ally. Which meant that death was nearly inevitable. And that was assuming Mannimarco would be defeated.

Cerpin directed his next communications to Kirana, though Ian could still 'hear'.

How well would you say our host would fare in spellcasting? If we gave him the incantations to speak, could he recite them accurately?

He asked Kirana mainly because he thought Ian to be an unreliable source. He had found that at times the vampire overestimated himself at times, while other times he severely underestimated his abilities. Kirana seemed to be the next best person to ask.

Kirana

By now Kirana had come to realize that in his own way, the other occupant of Ian's body was being helpful, whether he tried to or not. She knew Ian had heard the other's question to her, but he had ignored it for the moment rather than crashing down on the two of them.

"Ian was already very much an expert in the arts of illusion when I first met him many years ago, he's also used some basic spells in the other conventional schools on more than one occassion." Kirana answered, allowing for Ian to continue hearing their conversation.

"I also understand that vampires have greater proficiency with certain magical arts after their infection. While he may not be as wide-ranging in his arcane knowledgable as we are, it is well within his capability to learn." Then she added, muting this from her old companion. "I've taught him some in our years together."

Ian

While aware of the conversation going on in his mind, and Kirana's support of his abilities. Ian didn't let his external vigilance wane, he kept a sharp eye out for any disturbences..... which he was rapidly learning kept the Silhouete's army on it's toes, metaphorically anyway.

He could feel Mannimarco now, a dark beacon to all manner of undeath.

Cerpin

Well, Ian, it looks like you've got two teachers here to help you, he communicated, subtly hinting at the private comment. He doubted it would even be noticed, but it gave him amusement.

We'll be your magicka brain. You handle the physical part.

He began sorting through a variety of different spells in his mind, trying to think of the ones that would be most effective against the necromancer. Dispel came to mind quite often.

So, Kirana, he said privately, You don't seem very intent on gaining a body. Why? the woman intrigued him greatly; she had no desire to keep living, and no particular desire to die, either. She seemed perfectly content to reside in what Cerpin assumed was her former lover's head.

He couldn't imagine staying here for an eternity, which was inevitable when occupying an immortal being's body. She would at least need a body to pass on to the next world, which would be infinitely better than this pathetic, powerless existence.

Ian

Breaking off his path to pick up a shield from one of the weapon stock piles, Ian replied casually. "Sounds good so far." The vampire hefted the durable steel shield in his left hand, the tip of his wrist blade sticking out just beyond the shield's rim.

Ian could feel that Mannimarco was expecting him, and a cool resolve set over him. Every cell in his body was ready for the burden of the ordeal at hand. Even without seeing them, he could count all the goblins, bandits, maruaders, and undead nearby and tell where they were going, how lax they were in such numbers.

"I'm nearly ready on my end...."

Kirana

When the other asked her why she didn't desire a body, Kirana paused in her own work. Had she still been physical, she would have shrugged. Without a detectable pause, she came up with an answer. "There are bodies and then there is your body. The concept of living, sleeping, eating, and breathing in a body you weren't born in is a bit disturbing."

"I'm here because Mannimarco was afraid to die; nothing should inspire such dread. I intend to make as much of my continued existance as possible, but I can do that while existing in Ian."

Dalrus, Walking along


Dalrus took in this question and thought about her life in Morrowind. It was completely different than the Imperial city and Tamriel, a completely different society, one that she was not sure if she missed it or not.

"Well, I am from Morrowind. I grew up in the city of Mournhold, and we had an enormous mansion in Gods Reach. It was kind of boring, having no friends since my father would not permit me to hang out with the kids in the lower classes, and I hated the kids in the upper classes, they were all snobby. My father, Titus Varus, was a stern man in private, usually ignoring me because he wished he had a boy, to pass on the family name and to give his fortune to. My nanny raised me and taught me magic, she said I had an unnatural ability to absorb spells, sort of like a troll, though I don't much like that analogy," she stopped and felt a breeze, thinking more about her childhood.

"In public, my father tried to put if off that I was his little princess, he would brag about me (it seemed every big business man was trying to get me to marry their sons.) and would often take me to all his stupid parties. I always wished I knew my mother, but she was murdered soon after I was born, more than likely morag tong, she was, after all, a former Telvanni councilor."

"My father died when I was 17, he had been inspecting one of his mines near Caldera on Vvardenfell, when the slaves revolted and killed him. I never cried, I can't say I was happy, but I wasn't sad. The vice factor of the company took over, thus, taking away my fortune, except, of course, my fathers enormous personal fortune, which I gave to all the slaves in our house and set free. My maid had long since died and I joined the mages guild. I then transferred to Cyrodiil, I wanted to get rid of the rigid Morrowind culture." she finished looking over at Rann and smiling. They were walking past the gardens and a cool breeze was gently blowing their hair.

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Cerpin

The fact is, he continued privately to Kirana, You make up excuses because the thought of another body scares you. You can't make as much as possible out of your existence while existing only in Ian. Think about it. How much more helpful would we be to him if we both had our own forms? There would be two of us casting spells on our enemy instead of Ian taking on all the work. I'm not making accusations, merely observations, so don't take this personally, but you hide your fear behind your justification.

Mannimarco senses our presence in you, Ian, he continued in the public conversation, He will more than likely try to cast soul trap on you. If he succeeds in killing you, all three of us will be shoved uncomfortably into a soul gem. To avoid this, you'll need to cast dispel on yourself every time I tell you. Repeat after me; I want you to memorize this spell before it becomes necessary to cast it.

He began communicating the incantations to the spell to Ian in preparation.



Rann

Rann hadn't expected such a sad story when he asked for it, and couldn't help but wonder how so much tragedy could come upon one person. In looking at Dalrus, though, it seemed obvious that she'd put it all behind her and moved on. She was a stronger person than he, he had to admit. He didn't know what to say in response, but he assumed that he didn't have to really say anything. He hoped that listening was enough.

"Why are you smiling?" he asked playfully, smiling himself.

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Kirana

She did not answer Cerpin, indeed he had seen the truth... or part of it. Kirana resumed working on making a list of offensive and defensive based spells that might be effective soon.

Ian

Now sitting on a small mound beside the weapons cache, Ian listened intently to Cerpin as he cited the incantation for dispel. His eyes closed, he waited several moments before reciting the arcane words back to his tutor.

Ian spent another two minutes sub-vocalizing the words until they were fresh in his mind. Once he'd finished, Kirana chimed in. This time he cast the fortify magicka spell she described; the sudden power the vampire felt was intoxicating.
He spent a few moments just savoring the feel of it all before control returned. "Time is short, if there's anything left then we need to do it quickly unless we want the King of Worms to start entertaining the possibility of running to the Silhouete."

Amrita

Amrita was close enough to overhear the conversation between Rann and the woman. The sob story made her want to gag and the playful smiling didn't help the situation.

I swear to the Divines if they start touching each other... she thought bitterly as she twirled a shard of shadow in her hands. The sensation of doing so fascinated her. Enough that she could stand paying attention to Rann and his company. She also kept an open eye to any possible threats.

Cerpin

Good. I also want you to learn this one. It's a reflect spell. It's fairly powerful so don't let it drain all your magicka.

He communicated the spell once more, expecting Ian to repeat it back silently. As Ian did, Cerpin continued his conversation with Kirana.

I won't make you take a body, but once I leave with my glove, I doubt that another chance will present itself. Don't make a mistake that you'll regret. Forever.

Dalrus, Walking along

Dalrus was glad Rann had listened to the story, she had never told anyone about her childhood and while it was tragic, she thought it was quite happy compared to her more recent ordeals with the vampires. She also didn't see a point in harboring hate for someone that was already dead, and circumstances she couldn't control. She had freed many slaves and this had been a very good thing.

As Rann asked Dalrus why she was smiling she was amazed he didn't know what to do. hasn't he ever had a girfriend! kiss me! by the divines doesn't he know I'm letting him?

"Oh, I don't know," she lied with a smile.