OOC: image limit reached, I think. So here's the triple-post.

I travelled to a place where no man had been before. To the very heavens, where Umaril's spirir had fled. Far below me, I saw glorious Cyrodiil. Or was it all an illusion? It did not matter for in the distance I spied my opponent. I could see it on his face. The disbelief of me being here, the rage and...fear. Yes, Umaril had learned what it meant to fear the Nine. And he would learn what it meant to oppose them.

Once more we battled, in a fight where our very souls lay at stake. Sword against sword, spell against spell, faith against faith.

And Umaril's sword slipped from his hand. Was this the end? Had I been victorious? Umaril fell, and so did I, but I did not fear. For by the grace of the Nine, I had vanquished their immortal enemy. If it was my fate to die, then my spirit would rest easy.

That was not to be my fate. By the Nine's will, new life was gifted to my corpse and I awoke in the undercroft, surrounded by the spirits of the original Order. My task had been done, and I had granted them their final rest for which they gave me great gratitude.
OOC: I swear I had more pictures, including some that were better in certain situations. (Like the first Umaril fight, I had one that actually showed the fight we had on the staircase, and not me trying to get on the staircase) But in the heat of battle, I guess I must have mispressed.

Still, I think the second pic in this post is awesome. Yeah, so it looks like I missed. Big deal. Umaril's on fire man! Holy fire from the holy sword!
This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Jan 17 2009, 07:47 PM