To Heir is Human XV - Playground, The fifteenth. Options

[Tellie]

Here's the new one.

Haldin, on horse.

Haldin, who had been riding on his horse the last few months, he ahd spent riding through Tamriel, stiffened, his finely attuned ears picking up sounds...sounds of battle, 'never a good thing', he tought. Without further ado, he spurred his steed forwards as fast as he could, what met him was more than he ahd expected.

A huge army of goblins, zombies and a number of different bandits were surrounding the imperial city, trying to extinguish a large fire that was in a breach in the wall. Hatred filled him, as he watched these wretched beings trying to destroy the city, and close to where the fire was, throwing frost spells at it was his aunt.

With a snarl of rage he unscheated his sword, before spurring his horse into a gallop straight towards his estranged aunt, 'she deserves no more than death'.

With a cry of death he slammed into the enemy ranks, throwing zombies left and right, spurring his steed ever on, he tried to manouver it so that he avoided running into his enemies and losing the momentum of his charge. His sword sang as it slashed left and right, severing heads and arms, spiling fountains of blood with every strike.

Righteous zeal overtook him as he slayed enemies in his path, his grizzled visage making more than one enemy recoil in fear, but he didn't have much time before they rallied, he was after all just one person. An arrow struck his shoulder, but he shrugged away the pain as he disemboweled a nord in steel armour, he was close to his aunt now..."DIE TRAITOR", he yelled, as he rode towards her.


OOC: I'm off.

[Lord Revan]

OCC: Alright, I'm sure a vampire and eleven, or so, professional assassins can be very distracting. The next few liches won't be dispached so easily, nor will they fight one-on-one.

Ian

"Then I shall expect the same from you, Worm King!" He shot back, jumping down from a pillar, the curse flying over him. "Sent your minions against me, and I shall slay them, AGAIN and AGAIN!"

The vampire's wrist blades lit up once again, heat radiating from their surface. Ian met the charge of the first orc-lich bodyguard, spinging inward to avoid the blunt weapon's strike. As the war hammer struck the stonework, he jumped slightly to land on the handle.
The unexpected burden forced the lich, however strong, to it knees. Before it could properly recover and throw the vampire off, the undead's head was cleaved in two by a scalding hot spike.

Ian landed easily, stepping over the body of the first lich, the remains of the head were smoking faintly. As the next two liches moved in, crossbow bolts, broadened to slice but not pierce, flew from vantage points as three of the Narza'Tai opened fire on the hoarde of undead.
The decaying flesh was no match for the specialized rounds, legs were halfed and necks were separated from torsos.

Plys'Iea

The brutal light burned his retinas, forcing him to step back and shut his eyelids tightly. The recoil lasted for a split second, before he regained his composure, with his eyes still pained, he did the best he could to compensate.
The alien's six extra-sensory appendages lengthened to their maximum, flaring out in different directions. One above each shoulder, to the left and right, and tow down toward the ground. His sixth sense was so well-developed, through nearly constant use, that it worked just as well as his sight.

The light of the witch's spell did not affect his ability to detect motion, he could fight just as well this way as he could with his eyes open...... but then he would have used both primary senses. As the Dunmer caught a dagger that thrummed oddly, he leapt toward the female, whom he suspected was a witch of some sort.
His large, four-fingered hand formed a fist the size of a typical humanoid's head, and attempted to strike Amrita.

[Dantrag]

OCC: Alright, I'm sure a vampire and eleven, or so, professional assassins can be very distracting. The next few liches won't be dispached so easily, nor will they fight one-on-one.

Ian

"Then I shall expect the same from you, Worm King!" He shot back, jumping down from a pillar, the curse flying over him. "Sent your minions against me, and I shall slay them, AGAIN and AGAIN!"

The vampire's wrist blades lit up once again, heat radiating from their surface. Ian met the charge of the first orc-lich bodyguard, spinging inward to avoid the blunt weapon's strike. As the war hammer struck the stonework, he jumped slightly to land on the handle.
The unexpected burden forced the lich, however strong, to it knees. Before it could properly recover and throw the vampire off, the undead's head was cleaved in two by a scalding hot spike.

Ian landed easily, stepping over the body of the first lich, the remains of the head were smoking faintly. As the next two liches moved in, crossbow bolts, broadened to slice but not pierce, flew from vantage points as three of the Narza'Tai opened fire on the hoarde of undead.
The decaying flesh was no match for the specialized rounds, legs were halfed and necks were separated from torsos.

Plys'Iea

The brutal light burned his retinas, forcing him to step back and shut his eyelids tightly. The recoil lasted for a split second, before he regained his composure, with his eyes still pained, he did the best he could to compensate.
The alien's six extra-sensory appendages lengthened to their maximum, flaring out in different directions. One above each shoulder, to the left and right, and tow down toward the ground. His sixth sense was so well-developed, through nearly constant use, that it worked just as well as his sight.

The light of the witch's spell did not affect his ability to detect motion, he could fight just as well this way as he could with his eyes open...... but then he would have used both primary senses. As the Dunmer caught a dagger that thrummed oddly, he leapt toward the female, whom he suspected was a witch of some sort.
His large, four-fingered hand formed a fist the size of a typical humanoid's head, and attempted to strike Amrita.

Cerpin

Cerpin didn't use tactics as straightforward as Ian's. Instead, he stayed atop the stonework with the Narza'Tai, but while they shot crossbow bolts, he summoned lightning bolts and fireballs, eventually concentrating his fire on the two liches that faced Ian.

Cerpin could barely see Mannimarco in the distance, but there was a wall of undead blocking the way.

Rann

Amrita had told him to close his eyes before the dagger even reached his hand. Surprising even himself, he caught the dagger, but when he opened his eyes again, their foe was headed straight for Amrita, the monstrous fist threatening to crush her skull.

Feeling as if he had no choice, he drained a moderate amount of magicka from Amrita and immediately felt it coursing through his own veins. He didn't have much time to be creative, so he put a shield on Amrita as he ran to attack with his dagger.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Oct 18 2007, 11:47 PM