A New Sun Rises - Maxical's Adventures, The Truth Behind The Oblivion Crisis Options

[Thomas Kaira]

Who can take the sunrise?
Sprinkle it with dew?
Cover it with chocolate and the miracle or two?

The candyman!
The candyman can!
The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good!

Who can take a rainbow?
Wrap it in a sigh?
Soak it in the sun and make the strawberry lemon pie?

The candyman?

The candyman!
The candyman can!
The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good!

Willy Wonka makes... everything he bakes
Satisfying and delicious!
Talk about your childhood wishes!
You can even eat the dishes!

Who can take tomorrow?
Dip it in a dream?
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream?
The candyman.

Willy Wonka can.

The candyman can.
The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.

And the world tastes good 'cause the candyman thinks it should.

[mALX]

We are the makers of music and we are the dreamers of dreams.
-Willy Wonka

[mALX]

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Here is an update of all that is going on. Each time I add a chapter I will try to update it if this will help anyone - I know with the chaos of the friction between the different factions it is hard to keep up with, I've been having trouble myself, lol.

Factions:

Maxical, Fathis, Gils - Major role


Maxical:

- Orphaned at unknown age, Legion guessed at 2 yrs old (currently almost 18 years old)
- Mixed race, Kawa Khajiit and human
- Mother - Shivani, died in Minotaur attack on road near Skingrad
- Father - unknown at this time, Imperial

- Vicente attacked Maxical, Jak saved her - Maxical singing “Jack B. Nimble”




Maxical and Fathis:

- Fathis paid for Maxical's schooling at the Arcane University through graduation.
- Maxical pledged herself to Fathis Aren, her schoolgirl crush - owes enormous debts to him - he never answered. They never even held hands due to him being her benefactor and his reputation as womanizer.
- After an argument (over the Golden Armor he gave her) Fathis didn't speak to her again or see her for over 7 months - (till just recently)
- Unbeknown to both Fathis and Maxical, Fathis has been under a mind control spell since the argument over 7 months ago to stay away from her - (put on him by Janus Hassildor)
- After catching Maxical and Gils together in Anvil, Fathis made Maxical vow to break it off with Gils. She agreed, and stood by agreement for the next month.
- Unfortunately, Fathis was still under the power of Janus Hassildor, and although he kissed her a few times, he is being a total cold fish - Maxical assumes it is because she is of "beast race"
- Fathis insists Maxical come with him to meet Uriel Septim - to whom Akatosh has revealed in Uriel's dreams that Maxical vowed her service. He extracts her vow to aid him when she turns 21. Maxical is devastated.
- Maxical feels her time left is suddenly precious now that there is a deadline looming - she decides to break up with Fathis, sure his lack of desire is due to her being Khajiit and not human.
- Before Maxical can break up with Fathis, he beards her in a public event and swears marriage vows in front of the press - she can't humiliate him by rejecting in public. Legally, she is only married to Fathis, but in her heart she feels married to Gils, not Fathis.
- Fathis discovers he has been under spell, and Hassildor is in town after Maxical - he lays a trap for him at the Arena.
- Fathis has to pretend he is under Hassildor's spell still. Hassildor orders him to send for Maxical to meet him.
- Fathis sends a hateful note to Maxical to keep her from showing up
- The messenger is afraid to deliver the note, so just tells Maxical to go up to the administrative box seats. She goes.
- Fathis is upset to see that she did come, but has to keep pretending to be under spell.




Gils and Maxical:

- Maxical's first real boyfriend, her first kiss
- Swore marriage vows together - no witnesses, not considered legal
- Gils taught Maxical the "Dunmer Mysteries" (except the 7 that involve mating, which Maxical refuses to do due to her promise to Fathis).
- Gils almost dies, Maxical vows her life and that of her first child to Akatosh to save Gils
- Gils gave Maxical wedding ring
- Gils "started" Maxical, but she has retained her virginity




Current Updates - Maxical, Fathis, and Gils:


- Fathis springs the trap on Hassildor. Jak (the huge bird) calls in Dagoth-Malan's army of giant vampires to save Hassildor.
- Fathis tries to get Maxical to safety. Large amounts of blood are seen where he last stood, but no one knows where he is.
- A vampire is impersonating Fathis and taking Maxical into "the pit" at the center of the Arena floor (where the dead bodies are thrown for burning. It also accesses the sewer system)


- Maxical could not get into the Bloodworks, she went back to the pit.
- Maxical heard Agronak coming toward sewer entrance to pit - sealed it off and turned on gas
- Maxical used full chameleon to climb out of pit, onto Bloodworks chute, then onto roof of Arena
- The Immortal seemed to be following her progress as she neared the administrative box
- Maxical saw Jak returning to the administrative box - impersonating Fathis.
- Maxical dispelled chameleon, gave Arena signal for “Illegal Substitution” then cast chameleon again as Jak stepped out onto balcony.


- Gils tried to keep vampires from taking Fathis, was knocked out and locked in office
- Gils escaped by climbing out office window and onto Arena roof
- Gils was at the Imperial Palace with Uriel when Jak arrived impersonating Fathis






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Alix Lencolia & S'Jirra - Minor role

- Maxical's adoptive parents - nothing at this time, they went back home to the Faregyl because they were guests in Fathis Aren's suite at the Merchants and thought Maxical was breaking up with Fathis - it would not be comfortable staying under his roof under that circumstance. They have not returned.




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Vicente & the Dark Brotherhood - Minor role

- Has the ability of illusion to alter his appearance when his powers are high and/or impersonate anyone (as long as they are alive) - this can be used to hide his vampire features. (similar to the illusion Jagar Tharn used to impersonate Uriel Septim for 10 years) - this can be used to hide his vampire features.
- Vicente plans to bring both Malvulis and Maxical back to Cheydinhal with him
- Vicente is a Crimson Scar, tightwad & womanizer

- Vicente sent out letters to all known vampire hunters - naming names in the Imperial City
- Vicente sent the above letter to Damien Reynard as well - with 100 Septims



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Agronak - Major role

- The Gray Prince, Grand Champion of the Arena
- Son of the ancient vampire Lord Lovidicus and Luktuv gro-Malog
- Stepbrother of Gils, has been exerting mind control over Gils since early childhood
- Murdered Gils father with poison after exerting mind control to leave himself as primary heir
- Murdered his own mother Luktuv with poison
- Killed Lord Lovidicus, contracted vampirism in the fight
- Attempted to murder Gils, threatened to try again
- Threatened to murder Maxical
- Murdered the performing bear
- Murdered an unknown man (the missing agent of "Foxy's" that was watching Vicente)
- Murdered Shady Sam


- Was coming through sewers toward entrance to the Arena pit - Maxical sealed it off





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Damien "Foxy" Reynard - (The Black Fox) - Major role

- Retired assassin of legendary fame - most people believe he is a myth
- Has a network of agents that keep tabs on various people in power
- Has discovered Ocato is in cahoots with Mankar Camoran to assassinate Uriel Septim
- Learned that Mankar Camoran and his "Mythic Dawn" cult have made a deal with Mehrunes Dagon to take over Cyrodiil
- Learned that Vicente, Hassildor, and the (now vampire) Agronak have come to Cyrodiil
- Learned that Vicente attacked Maxical - the agent following Vicente is missing (Agronak killed him, he is the body they can't identify)
- Learned that Fathis was under spell - caught up with him at Jack Thompson's and set up this sting on Hassildor at the Arena




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Jak, Seridur, & Janus Hassildor - Major role


Jak:

- Jakben, Earl of Imbel
- Has the ability of illusion to alter his appearance and/or impersonate anyone (as long as they are alive). (similar to the illusion Jagar Tharn used to impersonate Uriel Septim for 10 years) - this can be used to hide his vampire features.
- Turns into a very large bird and spies on Janus everywhere
- Trickster and con artist
- He is one of Malan's giant vampires (learned the day he saved Malvulis)
- Was the giant bird that led Malan's army in fight at the Arena
- Holds a very high position among Malan's Giants
- Ordered Seridur killed
- Ordered his men to drop anonymous hints to Azzan and Velus regarding Vicente
- Is trying to get Janus Hassildor to release his vampire powers/share his dark gift and make another immortal vampire
- Revealed he plans to use mind control on Malvulis to seduce Janus into “making“ her
- Wants Janus to accept Maxical as his chosen and “make” her so she will be immortal
- Revealed he implanted mind control in Maxical the day he chased Vicente off her
- Revealed he is planning to build an immortal army of vampires using Janus and either Maxical or Malvulis


- Ordered Gils be killed, but Gils had escaped.
- Is the vampire impersonating Fathis Aren
- Went to the Imperial Palace impersonating Fathis - trying to get the document revealing Hassildor's actions
- Was scammed by a Palace runner for all of the Septims in Fathis's pocket
- Got an annulment for Fathis's marriage to Maxical
- Was led into a trap, a sealed room. Confronted by Uriel Septim, Ocato, and the Royal Battlemages
- Uriel asked him to prove he was Fathis. When he couldn't prove it, Uriel left the room and sealed it.
- When Uriel left the room, Gils stepped forward so Jak could see him - Jak was livid to see Gils there alive.
- The Battlemages were hesitant to attack Fathis, a trusted member of their ranks.
- Jak transformed into his real self...a Chimer!
- Jak used a Battlemage as a shield, then escaped out the window (transforming into a bird)
- Jak flew back to the Arena, used illusion again to impersonate Fathis.
- Jak realized Gils may have alerted Uriel Septim about Malan’s army amassing at the Arena
- Jak wants to get Janus away before Uriel has time to act.
- Jak entered administrative box where Hannibal, Damien & his men, and Janus Hassildor are.





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Seridur:

- Has the ability of illusion to alter his appearance and/or impersonate anyone - as long as they are alive. - (similar to the illusion Jagar Tharn used to impersonate Uriel Septim for 10 years) - this can be used to hide his vampire features.
- Runs a fake vampire hunters group called "The Order of the Virtuous Blood" Uses his reputation with his vampire hunters group to name people as vampires that get in his way or bump off people he doesn't like.
- He is gay in my story

- Spent day banging on Jak’s door, no answer
- Left note “Remember your promise"
- Went to Memorial Cave with bag packed to stay a while
- Scared




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Dagoth-Malan and his Army of Giants - Major role

- Dagoth-Ur's cousin, jealous of his immortality and omnipotence
- Escaped being made into ascended sleeper by Dagoth-Ur
- Tried to drain all Dagoth-Ur's immortal blood to inject in himself - only got two vials before being caught.
- gathered blood from the most powerful ancient vampire lines and mixed them with one vial of Dagoth-Ur's blood - injected mixture into himself
- Created a super-race of vampires. Every vampire he made grows to giant proportions for combat.
- Set pods up outside all the major cities of Cyrodiil to attack people coming and going - trying to infiltrate and fill each city with his armies so on command they would grow to giants and attack. He wanted to take over Cyrodiil with his army.
- His coctail of vampire/Dagoth-Ur blood did not make immortal vampires. He went to the Crystal Tower and researched what went wrong. Discovered problem, but only had one vial of Dagoth-Ur's immortal blood left
- Malan had to choose someone in a position of power, but who would be easily controlled to make "The Immortal" - that person would be unstoppable - He found 18 year old Janus Hassildor running for the position of Count Skingrad. Malan became Janus's chief advisor and helped him get the post.
- Six months later he acted, setting Hassildor up to go to Shadeleaf Copse - Malan's secret vampire headquarters is hidden in the woods there. He attacked Janus, injecting the perfected coctail of Dagoth-Ur's blood and then the mixture of the most powerful vampire lines known. Malan's minions attacked Janus's wife Rona, meaning for her to die. She didn't. She became a vampire too, but not immortal. She died three years ago.
- Janus ejected everyone from the castle to keep his vampirism secret, Malan included. Janus bolted the gates so no one could enter for decades.
- Janus became a recluse, thwarting all Malan's plans for him.
- Malan and his followers all have the ability to turn into large birds

- Malan’s army swarming mezzanine of the Arena
- Malan sent signal to the Crimson Scars to make their move
- Malan’s army of vampires did not attack Maxical when she returned for Fathis




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Greywyn Blenwyth and the Crimson Scars - Minor role

- Greywyn Blenwyth was Tamriel's most powerful vampire assassin
- He formed the Crimson Scars, an organization of vampire assassins
- They tried to infiltrate the Dark Brotherhood and take over by turning all the members into vampires. (Vicente is a Crimson Scar).
- Greywyn Blenwyth has been rumored to have been seen in Cyrodiil around his old quarters at Deepscorn Hollow.
- They have vowed to rise again




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The Legion & Pilus - Minor role - Just here to protect and serve




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The Bloodworks (Owyn and Andronicus) - Minor role - nothing to see here




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The Hero of the People - Azzan - Minor role

- Born in Sutch, left there after it was razed to the ground
- Friend of Itius Hayn, who got him a position with the Fighters Guild where he is currently working his way through the ranks at a very fast rate.
- Became known as "The Hero of the People" after some Fighters Guild jobs had him clearing out vampire nests.
- Was contacted by the wife of one member of the "Order of Virtuous Blood" (Gilen's wife) - after Seridur supposedly caught Roland Jenseric murdering his girlfriend (and reported it to the Legion that Roland was a vampire) - of course, Seridur was the vampire and Roland was the one that saw him.
- Azzan figured out very quickly that Seridur was the vampire and Roland Jenseric was not
- Azzan has a terrible hatred of vampires and would like to see them wiped off the face of Nirn.
- Azzan is young, idealistic, a ball of spunk, and doesn't like to put his sword away without using it first. A great guy, just still has the hot-headedness of youth.




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Arch Mage Hannibal Traven, the Arcane, and the Mages Guild - Major role

- Hannibal went to school with Fathis - they argue like brothers, but genuinely care about each other
- Maxical's physician and friend
- Expert on Ancient vampires - Knows they have been getting antsy over "Uriel's Law" and that a rebellion is imminent - some think he is paranoid about it. - right now it is his worst nightmare come true
- Through Ocato he made arrangements to offer "Diplomatic Immunity from Uriel's Law" to certain vampires if they agree NOT to act on their nature. (If they do, sanctions will be brought against them, they lose immunity, Uriel's Law is enacted, they are killed).
- Hannibal likes things to stay at a status quo, peace at almost any cost - and will go to almost any length to keep everything running smoothly (at least till he dies of old age)
- That said, Hannibal is a good guy, and when pushed in a corner will always do what is right.




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The Vampire Hunters - Minor role


Fakes: Order of the Virtuous Blood & Raynil Dralas

- Both use their reputation as vampire hunters to name people as vampires that get in their way.


Real: Eridor and his gang:

Eridor - Bosmer
Carsten - Nord
Shamar - Redguard
Vontus Idolus - Imperial

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Explanation of Terms:

** Khajiit Terms:

- "Blue Show" - denotes female Khajiit has reached sexual maturity, virgin, turns purple after virginity lost

- "Started" (started into mating cycle) - Female Khajiit normally have to be started by a male Khajiit's barbs - Maxical is mixed, and can be "started" without mating. A female Khajiit becomes "Bound for life" to whomever "starts" her.


- "Bound" (bound for life or sealed) - When Azura bound leopard to human, she placed a mark on their tongue that they could never bring the promiscuity of their leopard ancestry (their beast nature) to their new human forms. The mark on the tongue is called a "seal" and it is a permanent lock binding the female Khajiit to whomever starts her. When their mate is near, the "seal" on the female's tongue oozes moonugar, a highly addictive treat to Khajiit. So technically, they become addicted to the presence of their mate. When their mate gets a distance from them, the "seal" becomes painful - the further away they get, the more painful it becomes. If the mate dies, the pain becomes unbearable, and the female Khajiit usually ... follow their mates to the grave.

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** "Dunmer Mysteries" - Azura's gift to the Chimer (now Dunmer) - To keep divorce and promiscuity from the Chimer, Azura gives the gift of "marital mysteries" that a husband can only teach his first wife or face severe consequences. (They keep the Dunmer Male faithful to his wife. Since Dunmer live so long, and the man can never teach them again, divorce is very rare in Dunmer - and the widows of Dunmer men are highly sought).



** Uriel's Law - This is the law that has the ancient vampires mad. Uriel enacted it hoping to run vampires out of Cyrodiil. Instead, fear of the law drove them into hiding. They began keeping cattle in their lairs to feed off of. The fear festered into anger. The law reads that vampires are fair game - kill on sight. (But thanks to Clavicus Vile, if they feed they can hide their features for 24 hours) - However, Uriel's law also states that anyone suspected of feeding on another person is subject as well.




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This post has been edited by mALX: Mar 23 2011, 05:06 AM

[mALX]

** Foxy has graciously allowed the use of his characters Damien “Foxy” Reynard (The Black Fox), an un-named agent, and Sneakers in this chapter. Foxy has co-written Sneakers’ scenes.

** There is a cameo mention of Mrs. Treydog in this chapter - Thank you Treydog, and Thank you Mrs. Treydog !!

** There is also a nod toward Rachel the Breton for her portrayal of Jauffre in her story “Edward the Imperial”




Chapter 101: Faction Update: Gils / Sneakers (Damien Reynard’s Agent In The Palace)


******* Gils - From the time he tried to save Fathis till he appeared at Uriel’s side when Uriel set the trap for Jak.


By the time Gils got to Fathis’s side to help him it was too late; if he lived still, it was by a bare thread. Although other bodies were left strewn where they fell all throughout the Arena, Fathis’s was being dragged up the ramp…why?

The sickening thought struck Gils that they planned to hang Fathis in effigy…or pike his head atop one of the spires like that strange monk Jauffre of the Priory Weynon did with his enemies and some cooks that displeased him…or so it was rumored.

Without a second thought Gils jumped in the fray, if for naught but to preserve Fathis’s dignity in death. The battle Gils started turned in seconds from the two hauling Fathis to full out melee and swarms of the giant beasts arriving as if by an unheard signal. Unarmed, and worn from his rank match in the Arena earlier, Gils realized quickly he was outmatched. The sight of a massive fist slamming into his eye was the last thing he saw before blackness took over.

Voices…men talking…Gils opened his eyes the barest slit. His wrists were clutched tightly, nearly pulling the arms from their sockets as they dragged him. The rough concrete floor chewed into his back through what was left of his thin shirt.

How was he still alive? He had been well outnumbered by powerful giant vampires that could easily have finished him…but they hadn’t. They were keeping him alive for some reason…why?

Gils tried to get his bearings, but there were too many of the giants moving about here…moving with precision, as if they had orders…like an army headquarters. A chill ran down his spine at the thought.

Then suddenly Gils caught a glimpse of Fathis being dragged into a room. He strained to see without alerting his attackers that he was awake. Gils had to bite his lip to keep from yelling out in shock…one of the gods was descending from the void for Fathis! A golden being coming…no! It was the Mrs. Treydog exhibit! There were the double doors and guards posted…then this was the Clubhouse mezzanine.

With a sickening lurch in his stomach Gils saw the vampires hail the guards like old friends. Gils knew both those guards. They weren’t acting afraid of the giant vampires, or shocked to see them carry in Fathis’s body…and they both knew who Fathis was. They had to be in on this…working with the vampires.






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Gils was dumped in one of the offices, followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock. The guards had to have given them those keys, they were in on it all right. Gils had to get out of the Arena somehow, get to the Palace and warn them what was going on here.

Gils cranked the window till it gapped just enough to squeeze his slender frame through, then pulled himself up to the ledge above using the crank as a foothold. He wormed on his belly across the ledge, not standing till he was at the nearest point to the rooftop. With a running leap he accessed the roof and hurried across the slanted boards as gracefully as a cat.

Maxical’s yowling scream brought him to a jerking halt. She was running toward the mezzanine…to the vampires! Gils turned back the way he had come and ran as fast as the sloped roof would safely let him, only slowing to squeeze past the intermittent stone pillars.

When the vampires pulled her up into their midst Gils froze…dear gods no. And then suddenly the vampires parted as if to let someone of importance through…Fathis! No, it couldn‘t be…Fathis was dead. This man wasn’t injured…walking amongst them without being attacked. Dear gods, they were going to impersonate Fathis! Access to court…to the Palace…to Uriel Septim in his Chambers!

As the phony Fathis leaped off the balcony carrying Maxical, Gils realized he could not save her…he’d never even reach her through those hundreds of giant vampires. The Emperor had to be warned before he let that imposter past his guard.

Forcing himself to turn away from the sight of Maxical being carried across the Arena, Gils pushed himself to the outside rail and looked for a place to climb down. The Administrative ramp was the highest structure near the outer wall…the drop was too steep. He’d easily shatter both legs on landing. An awning jutted out over the entrance to Jack’s office but there was no way to climb over to it.

Gils pulled his shirt off and wadded it into a ball, shoving it tightly into his own mouth before carefully lowering himself till he hung over the ramp there. He began swinging himself to and fro to build up some momentum. With a final heave he swung hard, releasing his hold and dropping.

“Ghuuuum!” Gils was grateful he’d had the foresight to stuff his mouth with the shirt. He landed back first on the metal poles that held the awning taut instead of the soft awning he was aiming for.

The force of the impact bent the pole and jerked the mountings from the stone. The awning creaked and swayed, sagging noticeably where he lay. There was no time for the pain in his back and leg to settle. Gils rolled across the awning and grabbed a support pole, shimmying down to the ramp below…and then he ran, every footstep sending jolts of pain shooting through him and more screams into the shirt still stuffed in his mouth.






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Gils was stunned at the sight of the city under siege by these giants…bodies in the streets he had walked earlier today. Would he make it to the Palace? The sewers…if the vampires were up here, the sewers should be safe. Gils found the manhole and got his bearings before slipping down into the darkness below.

The entrance from the sewers opened into the prison holding cell area. Gils found a corridor leading up that ended at the darkened hearing rooms. Wedging a chair under the doorknob in the first of these, Gils jerked down one of the heavy drapes for light and glanced around.

Behind the large roundtable was another door...bolted from the other side. The glass vent at the top was latched as well.

Gils tugged the roundtable to the door and pulled a chair up onto the table. He hoisted it and swung, shattering the glass of the vent. The sound was deafening in the still quiet of the room. He wrapped the drape over his fist and punched the glass pieces sticking out from the molding, then pushed the heavy drapery through along the bottom frame of the window. Balancing on the chair, he heaved himself through the opening.

Small shards of glass still stuck down from the top, cutting across his back as he wormed through the hole. Halfway through, gravity pulled at the imbalance of his weight. He turned his head the split second before hitting the floor, his ear and head slamming hard onto it. For almost a full minute he could see nothing but stars flashing, his ear stung and burned. A hand reached up came back bloody.

When he tried to pull himself up, his boots slid in the pooling blood flowing from the cuts on his back. Gils rolled to a dry spot and pulled himself up using a bookshelf filled with ancient tomes…ancient scrolls and tomes, row after row of shelves filled with them…the Elder Scrolls Library! He was in the private quarters!

Gils left a trail of blood on the white spiral staircase leading up to the next floor. He slid past a dorm room full of half dressed women giggling and chattering…Battlemages. The echoes of their laughter dimmed to dead silence as the corridor wound around and up. He could hear his own movements amplified back to him by the shape of the corridor.

“Who goes there!” A burly monk stepped into the corridor, his eyes showed milky-white…he was blind!

With a swift movement Gils shot around him. The monk took up the chase bellowing like a minotaur, surprisingly fast in spite of the gray of the curly locks that crowned his head. Gils shot around the arched corridor, nearly crashing into a minute Bosmer scrubbing the floor where the corridor ended at a solid door.

Gils pushed the Bosmer aside and grabbed the handle, jerking hard on it. It held steady…locked.

With relief Gils felt the knob turning in his hand, someone was opening it from the inside. In spite of the fists now raining down on him from the massive blind monk, Gils held steadily to the door knob and gave it a hard jerk. Ocato was yanked through the door by the suddenness of the movement, falling face first into the blind monk's pounding fists.

“GUARDS!” Ocato screamed shrilly.

Gils pushed past him, clutching tightly to Uriel’s robe with what strength he had left. Spitting the shirt out of his mouth he gasped out, “The vampires have taken over the Arena! They’ve killed Fathis Aren, one of them is impersonating him now! It looks just like him…but it can’t be. I saw Fathis dead with my own eyes…and they have Maxical too, the white Khajiit.”









******* Foxy’s agent Sneakers (see page 29, chapter 67 at the very end of the Ocato scene; and Cameo mention on page 30, Chapter 70) - Spying in Palace for Foxy.


The Bosmer scrubbing the floor scrambled out of Gils’ way, watching bug eyed as the blind monk pounded him with his fists. When Ocato was jerked through the doorway and punched, a snaggle-toothed grin split the Bosmer’s ugly face.

Gils' words to Uriel Septim stilled the grin instantly. Damien needed to know about this. Sneakers left his scrubbing and slid rapidly down the corridor.

As he entered the lobby Fathis was just stepping through the outer door…rather, the imposter was. Sneakers ground to a halt. Should he follow the impersonator first? Acting more on impulse than plan, Sneakers approached him as a runner would.

The Dunmer had been right, this was definitely not Fathis…and he was obviously loathe to be brought to the guards notice. Sneakers closed his gaping mouth at the wad of Septim notes on the fake’s palm…and snatched it before the man could think what he was doing.

It was too easy. Sneakers laughed inwardly, fingering the figurine of a black fox in his pocket. Damien’s calling card…Boss’d understand if he came back without it…for this.

Sneakers pretended to hurry ahead of him, but cast chameleon as soon as he broke sight with the fake. He circled back around behind, following him.

With the deft hands of a trained thief, Sneakers slipped a tiny statuette of a black fox into the pocketed folds of his loin cloth. He wouldn’t feel it…till he tried to sit down.

The imposter headed up one of the stairwells. Just as Sneakers was about to follow, another of Damien’s agents stepped into the rotunda. Still in chameleon, Sneakers signaled needing assistance to him and gave his personal code sign. Damien required his agents wear a detect life enchantment so they could communicate without exposing their positions. The agent slid unobtrusively over. When the rotunda emptied, Sneakers dispelled his chameleon.

“Sneakers! What are you doing down here?”

“That Dunmer called Gils told the Emperor that a vampire killed Fathis Aren and is impersonating him. I need to get to Boss and tell him…but then the fake showed up. I knew Boss’d want him followed. He just went up there.” Sneakers pointed at the stairwell.

“You say the Emperor knows he’s an imposter? Then before you go to Boss, tell the Emperor that Fathis Aren is here…demanding to see him. I’ll get the fake into the upstairs lock-up. He can’t escape from there.”

“I hope he don’t sit down before he’s sealed tight in there…” Sneakers face split with his toothy grin.

“What’d you do, stick something in his pants?”

Sneakers nodded. “You got another calling card? I need to replace it.” Sneakers held out his hand and the other agent dropped a figurine into it.

Sneakers nearly barreled into Ocato as he was exiting the Battlemages quarters. “High Chancellor Ocato Sir, Fathis Aren has arrived below, and is demanding to see the Emperor right away! Er…I knew he had someone with him, so had Fathis brought to the holding cell up here.”









******* Gils (cont.)


“Fathis Aren, dead?” Uriel’s face reflected the stress he felt at the news.

“Aye, Sire. An army of giant vampires have taken over the Arena, made it their headquarters. They took Fathis’s body to the room that holds the Mrs. Treydog painting of the Golden Armor…”

“The Mrs. Treydog!” Ocato gasped shrilly, clutching his hand to his heart.

Gils continued. “I think that is where their leader has set up his command post. When he emerged impersonating Fathis…the vampires parted a path for him as if he was someone of importance. He is the one that has Maxical.”

“The white Khajiit? I remember you now; you’re the lad that offered yourself in her stead, are you not?”

“Yes Sire. I’m unarmed, and don’t have magic training. I had no chance of rescuing her. There are hundreds of them Sire, each ten feet tall. They are communicating with some form of mental telepathy, and the Arena guards are in cahoots with them. Her only chance would be if I came to you…that and Fathis having access to your quarters I thought it best.”

“I don’t know how you made it through my guard, but you would have made a great information officer for me. You have no magic?” Uriel signaled Ocato. “Heal this man.”

Ocato eyed Gils youthful bare chest with what could only be considered lust, his grasping hands reaching towards Gils‘ muscles. Gils jerked back from him.

“No need Sire…I think I’d rather stay injured.”

Uriel glanced at Gils for a second, then turned to Ocato. “Leave us, Ocato. Send the War Counsel up to the planning room, have the Battlemages and troops set to readiness. I will need maps of all access to the Arena set out as well.”

“But Sire, can you trust this man? Yes Sire.”

When the door closed behind him Uriel healed and rallied Gils quickly. “You need their disease cured as well...I will do it for you. I have healed and rallied many of the men that served under me in battles, and I will need your help. You will need to show my Commander where the troops are amassed, where this command post is located…and where you last saw any hostages, including the Khajiit.“

A rap sounded on the door and it flew open without waiting for a response. Ocato’s shrill voice pierced the quiet of the room. “Fathis Aren is below! He said he must see you right away…he is waiting in the upper holding cell.”

Uriel glanced at Gils before pulling an ornamental sheath and silver longsword from a cabinet. “I gave one of these to Fathis ages ago. He never told anyone of this…but he vanquished Jagar Tharn and rescued me from the deadlands of Oblivion. He was just a lad then. He‘s been a most loyal friend since, both to me and to the throne. As you are here on his behalf, I think it fitting you have this…the twin to the one I gave him. Can you handle a longsword?“

“Sire? Yes…yes, Sire.“

“Come with me, then. You stand outside the cell when I go in. If I come out alone, you are to go in and finish him. My Battlemages and Ocato will be there as well. They are trained in dealing with these ancients and their special powers. You can‘t whisper…you can‘t even think, or they‘ll hear it.”

“Yes, Sire. I know, Maxical told me that.” Gils stomach churned sickeningly at the thought that he had walked away from her in danger to come here.

“We’ll rescue her yet, lad. You forget, Akatosh has shown me her alive at twenty-one years old.” Uriel gripped Gils’ shoulder reassuringly. “Lets now for battle, we must clear our heads of anything but the fight ahead.”


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This post has been edited by mALX: Mar 24 2011, 04:47 PM

[Acadian]

So neat to get Gils' perspective and backfill on how he got up there with Uriel. Leaving Maxical to the arms of a fake Fathis had to be worse for Gils than even leaving her to the arms of a real Fathis. He made the right choice though.

And Uriel fills in much here as well! Fathis and he go way back it seems. He reminds us that the Khajiit will live (despite her own propensity to attract danger) to at least the age of 21. And finally, he displays what a lifetime of command, experience and wisdom can provide - he knows much of vampire capabilities. How to heal their disease, the necessity to control his thoughts.

Somehow, this episode seems all the richer for knowing what comes next during the confrontation with the fake Fathis.

And reference to the lovely work of Mrs Treydog! Oh, and Sneakers too - be careful or he'll stick a little fox in your pants.

[King Coin]

Wow! I couldn't pull my attention away! I love your portrayal of Ocato

Nobody likes Ocato.

[Rachel the Breton]

The sickening thought struck Gils that they planned to hang Fathis in effigy…or pike his head atop one of the spires like that strange monk Jauffre of the Priory Weynon did with his enemies and some cooks that displeased him…or so it was rumored.

I'm sure Jauffre would be thrilled to know that his fame had spread so far (no, seriously...he really would be delighted to know that he'd struck fear into so many hearts).

"I don't know how you made it through my guard, but you would have made a great information officer for me. You have no magic?" Uriel signaled Ocato. "Heal this man."

Ocato eyed Gils youthful bare chest with what could only be considered lust, his grasping hands reaching towards Gils' muscles. Gils jerked back from him.

"No need Sire…I think I'd rather stay injured."

LOL. High Chancellor and...sexual predator... This is actually a characterization that fits perfectly (in my mind, anyway) ... Ocato has always seemed ... slimy. I can see him too busy wanting to feel his "patient" up to do his job, LOL. And Gils' reaction... Awesome stuff, as always.

Not just this part, but the whole thing -- very exciting and well done. I can't wait for that son of a b...unny (will the forum sensor be as unforgiving as my Mom when we'd try that in her hearing? Let's hope not ) Jak to get what he deserves.

[Destri Melarg]

Faced with the prospect of losing Maxical, Gils puts the Empire first. That couldn't have been easy.

Ocato was yanked through the door by the suddenness of the movement, falling face first into the blind monk's pounding fists.

“GUARDS!” Ocato screamed shrilly.

And

Ocato eyed Gils youthful bare chest with what could only be considered lust, his grasping hands reaching towards Gils‘ muscles. Gils jerked back from him.

“No need Sire…I think I’d rather stay injured.”

Ocato really gets the business in Maxical's world. Now, like Vicente, Janus, and especially Eyja before him, I can never look at him the same!

Sneakers pretended to hurry ahead of him, but cast chameleon as soon as he broke sight with the fake. He circled back around behind, following him.

With the deft hands of a trained thief, Sneakers slipped a tiny statuette of a black fox into the pocketed folds of his loin cloth. He wouldn’t feel it…till he tried to sit down.

The imposter headed up one of the stairwells. Just as Sneakers was about to follow, another of Damien’s agents slid into the rotunda. Sneakers signaled him.

I have a question of continuity here: How could Sneakers signal the other agent if he were still hidden by chameleon?

[Grits]

I loved seeing Gils’ point of view! Maybe losing the first fight helped him make the decision to go warn the Emperor instead of jumping into the fray, part 2. Gils’ blood-trailing infiltration of the private quarters was gripping, and then the sudden pummeling monk/almost tripping over Sneakers/ monk and Ocato briefly making a Gils sandwich/catching himself on Uriel’s robe, gasp! Ocato, hilarious! I would have to quote back his every action and word.

Now, I know that Akatosh showed Maxical alive at twenty-one, but isn’t there some confusion about her real age? I’m a little worried about that, could she already be twenty-one and not know it? Was she holding a dated copy of the Black Horse Courier in Uriel’s vision?!

Love it!

[mALX]

@ Acadian -

Oh, and Sneakers too - be careful or he'll stick a little fox in your pants.

ROFL !!! Thank you so much Acadian !! Your kind words mean a lot to hear !!!

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@ King Coin - Thank you so much KC !!! You made my day saying that !! Oh, I can't stand Ocato, lol.

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@ Rachel the Breton - After reading your story, Jauffre will always be a homicidal maniac to me, and the Adoring Fan will forever be Docada !! Merric will always be a male prostitute ... lets see, who else? Lol. Thank you so much Rachel, for reading - and for being such an AWESOME inspiration !!!

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@ Destri - WOO HOO !!! Now that I love to hear !!! Thank you so much Destri !!! Nits fixed !!

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@ Grits - Thank you so much Grits !!! Your kind words mean a lot to hear!! - You are right about Maxical's age being off. The clues were Uriel's age (or the number of years he reigned as Emperor). When her birthday comes on the 1st of Morning Star she will be turning 21. (Great catch on that!) Thank you again for reading !!!

[mALX]

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*** D. Foxy has graciously agreed to the use of his characters Damien "Foxy" Reynard in this episode. Foxy has either approved or written all scenes for his characters.




Chapter 102: Faction Updates: Jak, Maxical, The Legion



******* Jak - Back at the Arena, impersonating Fathis - (Maxical in chameleon watching from rooftop. She is wedged against one of the stone pillars, and had just given the Arena signal for "Illegal Substitution" before Jak stepped out on the deck below her)


Jak took a deep breath before stepping out onto the deck. One last trial to get past. Getting Janus safely away was the only thing important now. Even Janus’s position as Count Skingrad mattered naught anymore. All would be lost if he was imprisoned for eternity…it was crucial to ensure that didn’t happen.

Traven, Azzan…even Janus would be fooled easily enough…but Damien Reynard was like a hawk, and Jak had to speak directly to him. The slightest slip-up would be noticed…evaluated, and acted on instantly. Jak was not immortal, and Damien had an army of mage-assassins that would act with split-second accuracy.

Sweat was beading heavily on Jak’s brow as he swaggered across the deck trying to imitate Fathis’s particular walk. That he had overdone the act was made clear by Traven’s bulging eyes. Jak quickly turned it into a limp…why hadn’t he thought of that in the first place?

“We have to move quickly on this, the Arena is swarming with vampires. I will personally escort him back to his castle and return to aid the Legion in clearing the city of these vampires. We can work out the details of sanctions after the city is made stable for the citizens.” Jak tried to take charge of the situation.

Damien was staring hard at him, his eyes glittering coldly through the slits of his full face mask. “Fathis Aren, that is a breach of our mission as planned. I must demand you give me your code immediately.”

Jak blanched, the sweat began to pour in rivulets down his neck and back. “Yes…I know it is a breach. But our plans didn’t include this army of vampires marauding on the city. We have to change our priorities for the safety of the citizens.”

Damien’s icy stare never wavered or blinked. “The code, Fathis Aren.”

“I…you’ll have to give me another way to identify myself. I was attacked below, my mind has been preoccupied with the possibility that I have contracted their disease, of the city under siege by these vampires…and of getting Maxical to safety…” That he had made a mistake was clear to Jak, both Janus and Traven’s heads swiveled towards him. He hurried to cover his gaff…whatever it had been. “She is safely in the Bloodworks now. It was imperative she be removed, the scent of her blood…these are ancients.”

Traven was staring hard at his hand. “Your ring…remember we made a mark in it as an identifier, only you and I know of the placement of that mark.”

Relief flooded over Jak. The ring he wore was Fathis’s actual ring, it would prove who he was easily. He slid it off and held it out. “See for yourself, Hannibal.” Another gaff, Janus had spun and was facing him now. What had he said wrong?

Damien’s mind was blanked, that was to be expected…but Traven’s was as well, and that came as a complete surprise to Jak. Traven didn’t give the impression of being a quick thinker. The final surprise was that Janus’s mind was giving nothing on this occasion…of all times.

Jak tried to send his thoughts to Janus.

I’m here to take you to safety…open your mind, we need to communicate…

Janus's cowled head was trained on Jak’s face, his stance wary. Who are you? He sent the thought back.






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Traven took the ring from him and was inspecting it carefully. He turned away from Jak as if to catch better light onto it. Jak caught the flicker of his hands…what was he doing?

There was an odd feeling of time standing still. Did Damien’s hands move just now? Suddenly Traven’s hand shot out toward him with fire blazing from his palm. A pair of the magic inhibiting shackles came glowing out of the center and seem to hang suspended in mid air. Something struck his ear, searing his skin and setting it on fire…the mage-assassins on the musicians deck had let loose a volley of flaming balls the size of melons.

In the act of leaping to avoid the shackles Jak dove directly into the storm of fire, the incendiary balls bursting to a searing liquid as they struck. His full vampire released instantly, the taut bronzed flesh fully engulfed in flames. One of the overly-large Chimer ears dangled, barely hanging by a shred of bloodied skin; the piercings now becoming molten rivers of gold that dribbled from the pointed ear end down onto his massive shoulder. The fire ate into him like an acid, his own snarling and hissing echoed back to him from the rounded walls of the Arena.

Over the sound of his own screams he heard a ferocious rumbling, louder than any thunder he’d ever heard. Jak’s arm was stretched to cast chameleon when the floor suddenly jerked from beneath him. Without knowing how he got there, he was on his back, blood oozing from his head. He heard the horrified screams of the assassins as they tumbled from the musician’s deck. The sound of a melon smashing was immediately followed by a body landing on him with enough force to take the wind from his lungs. The half of its head that remained drained a heavy flow of blood and brains onto Jak’s bare chest.

“Traven!“ Janus was on the ground rolling toward Traven, who lay in a heap…blood streaming from his head.

Damien was still standing upright clutching the back of a chair, his eyes glittering through that mask like a snake…focused on Jak through it all, and then he spoke. “So we meet again, Dagoth-Malan.”

A roar came from Janus. He struggled back around, trying to pull himself up despite the shackles. “DAGOTH-MALAN! SOMEONE SET ME FREE! I’ll kill you for what you did to me, Malan! SET ME FREE!“

Another loud rumble and the ground beneath the Arena shook with tremendous force, jerking the massive structure…a loud CRACK and a seam made a rapid trail down one wall. The spire above the fissure toppled, smashing onto the mezzanine and crushing the amassed vampires that were shoved against the railing trying to jump down to the safety of the center Arena floor.

The spire of the Palace was the only structure Dagoth-Malan could see, it was shaking…a large crack split down the middle of it. From above him Malan heard screams of terror...it was the chosen! How could she be up there? Was she on the roof? Good gods, what more could go wrong!

“MAXICAL!” Janus roared. "SET ME FREE DAMIEN!"









******* Itius Hayn


“Carry the critically wounded to the Arcane for treatment. Pilus, send some men to get the healers from the Arcane’s tent in the Market District…bring them here to patch up the non-critical injuries so they can get back out on the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

A Legion guard hurried in the door. “Captain Hayn, sir! The evacuation of woman and children has begun, sir. The men were contained and given armor and weapons, sir.”

“Cut to it, man! How many men did you contain, and are they fighting?”

“Thirty at best. We caught a few sneaking out with the evacuees wearing shawls over their heads. They were dragged back and ordered to fight.”

“I wonder how many weren’t caught. We have no choice, release the prisoners below the Palace and arm them.”

“We’ve already done that.”

“Then get over to the Imperial compound and empty it as well! If the guards there have no prisoners to watch they can be out here helping! We need boots on the ground!”

Pilus returned, his face reflecting bad news. “Captain Hayn…the mages at that tent were just healers. Those that weren’t killed in the initial attack have run back to the Arcane. I was told Raminus Polus has bolted the gates there.”

Itius slammed his fist down on the desk. “Raminus Polus was supposed to be leading a contingent of Battlemages that specialized in destruction magic and attacking these vampires! Why is he hiding inside the Arcane?“

“He said until Arch Mage Traven returned it was his duty to ensure the safety of the minor children…er…sir?“ Pilus stammered to a halt, Itius’s face had taken on a purple hue.

“What minor children? I ordered the evacuation of all the children, did I not?”

“Yes, sir...but...we thought they had the protection of the structure…”

Itius cut his speech off. “Evacuate the children and tell Polus to get his [censored] out here NOW! We need every able-bodied mage in that University that is over eighteen, male or female as long as the females are not virginal. The healers need to set up a triage and be treating these wounded, not hiding behind the gates! And where is Traven?”

“No one knows, sir.”

“What information did you get from that courier?” Itius paused in the act of rising.

“She just rode up here from Leyawiin. She said what looked like an army of men in crimson armor was marching north on the eastern road.”

“Good gods, the Crimson Scars! Traven was right…”

“Sir?”

“I need to get to the Palace right away, Ocato has to enact the Imperial Army, or at least let us use some of their Guard. I need several of your best to run flank on me, make sure I get there in one piece. Take over here till I return.”

“Yes, sir. I’ve got three in the building right now…”

“I’ll take them.”






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Itius stepped out onto the flagstone walk, the three guards forming a V pattern behind and to each side of him. Swords drawn, they moved in step as a unit past the first housing complex. Before they could cross to the second building a loud rumbling was heard and the ground began shaking violently, knocking the men to the ground. The clay roofing tiles above them cracked and shattered, shards of razor-sharp pieces showered down on Itius and the men.

“What the…” Itius began. His speech was cut off as a massive explosion of fire blew the manhole cover from the area sewer system high into the air. It crashed onto the roof of the building he had just passed. Fire shot up well past the rooftops of the buildings as if propelled by force.

As Itius watched horrified, charred people began scrambling up from the opened sewer. A bone chilling hissing and screaming sound was emitting from them...and from the manhole itself. Itius felt frozen in place, witnessing Hannibal’s omen come true as the horror of what was happening sunk in…"Even the feral will climb up from the sewers and join their forces." These weren’t people…they were the feral vampires Hannibal had predicted.

Itius jerked the men by the arms, tugging them from the sight. He cut quickly into the next district and found it the same, flames shooting above the rooftops and feral vampires climbing out of the manholes.

With a sickening lurch in his heart Itius saw the huge hulking form of an Orc pulling himself up out of the sewer by the palace. Good gods…Agronak.


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This post has been edited by mALX: Mar 29 2011, 03:48 PM

[King Coin]

I am on the edge of my seat! What the heck happened at the arena? It's falling apart! The palace has a crack down the side!!! what did that?! I can't wait for the next update!

[Destri Melarg]

Damien was staring hard at him, his eyes glittering coldly through the slits of his full face mask. “Fathis Aren, that is a breach of our mission as planned. I must demand you give me your code immediately.”

Wow, that didn't take long! Face it, Jak, you are already boned!

Traven was staring hard at his hand. “Your ring…remember we made a mark in it as an identifier, only you and I know of the placement of that mark.”

No helping from the audience, Hannibal!

Damien was still standing upright clutching the back of a chair, his eyes glittering through that mask like a snake…focused on Jak through it all, and then he spoke. “So we meet again, Dagoth-Malan.”

WHAT???!!!!

“I wonder how many weren’t caught. We have no choice, release the prisoners below the Palace and arm them.”

“We’ve already done that.”

I just loved this! Itius really doesn't have a clue, does he?

With a sickening lurch in his heart Itius saw the huge hulking form of an Orc pulling himself up out of the sewer by the palace. Good gods…Agronak.

Wow!! Cliff is officially hung!

[Helper Unknown]

We need every able-bodied mage in that University that is over eighteen, male or female as long as the females are not virginal.

Why say that?

[Acadian]

We need every able-bodied mage in that University that is over eighteen, male or female as long as the females are not virginal.

Why say that?

It is known in Maxical's world that vampires are drawn to virgins. Captain Hayn's rationale may have been for one or a combination of reasons. Perhaps there is an element of chivalry involved in trying to protect those most vulnerable. Perhaps he does not want these 'come get me' beacons distracting from his efforts, as vampires can detect their presence from some range. I'm sure mALX can answer this much better than I, but that is my humble impression.

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mALX, what fantastic imagery! The magnitude of fire, Nirn-moving and buildings shaking is awesome. And finally, feral vampires, almost like zombies, crawling above ground to add to the city's infestation!

Malan finally and fully removes the Fathis glove from one hand and the Jak glove from the other and stands, well-bloodied now before us fully revealed.

And just when things couldn't get any worse, out climbs a very dangerous orc. Gulp.

Maxical, run!

[mALX]

We need every able-bodied mage in that University that is over eighteen, male or female as long as the females are not virginal.

Why say that?

In my story, the smell of a virgin's blood drives the vampires crazy to drink their blood. They can't stop themselves.

[Zalphon]

Virgin's blood drives vampires crazy? Hmmm... *Gets a crucifix carved into a stake and dips it into a vat of blessed virgin blood* Come get me vampires!

[Thomas Kaira]

Sorry I'm late, I was a bit tied up. It appears Jauffre is not particularly partial to foreign food, and I ended up having to extricate myself from the super-secret priory dungeons. I'm back now, and I'm (mostly) unharmed. I may have had to give an ear in the process, and maybe a couple of toes.

Anyways...

Chapter 101:

Good show, Gils. I am sorry to hear of Fathis' passing, but hey, look on the bright side. You get to keep your bride.

I am so looking forward to Jak's reaction when he discovers that he got played by Sneakers.

Chapter 102:

Wait, scratch that. seems Jak might not live long enough to realize how much of an utter fool he is. So much effort and time put into an overly-elaborate plan that fell apart at the seams the very second it was enacted? I've never seen such diabolical evil before (but you do it so well I can't possibly complain about it)!

And now the Immortal shows his true face.

*dramatic pause*

*bleep* just got real...

And Agronak the Dismembered is back! Some get Maxical a message, we need booms and we need them NOW!

This post has been edited by Thomas Kaira: Mar 26 2011, 05:31 AM

[Rachel the Breton]

Awesome...Jak's plan seems to be coming apart piece by piece. Really, it couldn't happen to a nastier guy...
And we see Agronak again at last, eh? Was his emergence from the sewer deliberate, or did it just work for the story? Either way, so fitting for one as renowned for cleanliness as that orc...

[mALX]

Screenshots :

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On the roof - (After the blast) - seeing big bird coming :


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On the roof - (After the blast) - seeing big bird near :


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Home - told Alix and S'Jirra what was happening in the IC :


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Women being sent to the refuge camp :


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The refuge camp on the City Isle :


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The refuge camp on the City Isle. Vampires attacked, arming the women to fight :


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Being sent back into the city to fight :


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Hearing about some of the losses :


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