To Heir is Human II- Playground 9, That time again.... Options

[Dantrag]

Kirana

She shrugged, giving the fellow Altmer an amused look. "See archaic magic that hasn't been used in millenia, and find a way to avoid its short falls. Are you a practitioner of the Arcane?" Who is this mer?

For some reason not known to her at the time, she instinctively slapped her tome shut feeling somewhat protective of the lore inside her books. Kirana didn't know why she felt like keeping knowledge from this mer, but for whatever reason he was an exception to her general rule of spreading knowledge freely.

OCC: Ian is temporarily descending into madness (only until he feeds again).

Altair

"I know a few spells and have some basic knowledge of magicka." he replied, acting as if he hadn't noticed Kirana's coldness towards him.

"I probably wouldn't be of much help, but I'd like to learn more about whatever you're studying." He gestured to Rann's tattoo, "The image itself is intricate and interesting enough alone to want to study."

Rann

Rann kept silent during the tense conversation between Altair and Kirana. He didn't understand why so may disliked Altair so much; he was always doing his best to be friendly and helpful and all he got was the cold shoulder every time.

[Lord Revan]

Kirana

Of course, who can't resist learning about the arts of old? But what drives you? Power? Or genuine interest in simple understanding? Kirana mused, she faintly detected Rann's vague disapproval for not properly involving this Altmer.

Although the instinct to not trust this mer was still present, Kirana dicded to give this person a chance, if only to keep him happy.... The scholar's thought illustrated her reluctance, but she didn't believe that the other party (since Rann supported the mer) could access her musings and unvoiced complaints.

"Very well, you may help." She offered the mer her tome. "Can you understand Deadric?" More than just a gesture of good-will, this was something of a test, not many people turned up in the middle of nowhere who could comprehend the complex lore of the Deadra, let alone their language.

[Dantrag]

Altair

He accepted the tome with an eager smile and stood there, flipping through its pages quickly, but without damaging the old book as he skimmed through. It wasn't apparent whether or not he was actually reading it, and he cleverly avoided answering Kirana's question.

In reality, he was somewhat competing with Kirana and her mind games; not answering raised suspicion and being able to read daedric raised suspicion, yet neither was enough to incriminate him.

Rann

Rann nodded a silent thanks to Kirana.

"Before we get too into our studies though, we should probably help the others get moving."

[Lord Revan]

Kirana

"Yes, we should get moving as soon as possible." Kirana hid the dissatisfaction of having her dagger being blunted, as it were. She gathered up all her other tomes, and placed them all in her bag. Although she surrendered one of them to the Altmer male, Kirana was determined not to give powerful knowledge to someone she didn't trust at all.

As she walked back to the group, Kirana found a strange mer holding a now empty bag of potions. While one of the newer members, well, vampire members, seemed intimidated; Kirana looked ready to blast the scoundrel into Oblivion, literally.

Theatrically, she lifted a hand as it swirled with magicka that would definitally ruin this person's day.... or week. Kirana allowed for a non-violent result, and demanded. "Explain yourself, don't mince words either."

[jack cloudy]

Green-Root.

Green-Root looked up when Aerona's potionsupplies were assaulted.
,,You go through all the trouble of sneaking in, only to steal a few potions and breaking them? Really, there isn't even a single drop of alcohol in them. Waste of liquid. Next time, stick to the money. I've seen the gleam of gold in places." He hissed amiably. Frankly, he was amused by the Bosmer's antics though he also knew that they'd been lucky.
,,If that had been a snake or worse, one of those goldskin women, we would now be fighting for our lives."

He felt at the stumps that used to be his horns and scratched the scar on his nose.
,,I lost my horns and got two brilliant scars in just a few days. I should have stayed home in Morrowind. Bashing Dunmer is so much safer."

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Before anyone could answer his question, a loud clattering noise revealed a young Bosmer attempting to steal Aerona's potions. Flogir decided to join alongside of the rest of the group who were inquiring the Bosmer's intentions. He kept one hand on the pommel of Iceshard just in case the Bosmer tried something he would regret. Only someone absolutely crazy would attempt to take on a party their size single handedly.

[Tenek, The Thief]

Aerona

Aerona had looked away from her bag to respond to Gree-Root, when she heard the loud sound of her potion bottles breaking on a rock. Turning quickly, she spotted a bosmer holding her bag upside down as if he had just dumped out its contents on purpose.

She stood and backed away a few steps in fear, "Please don't hurt us," she pleaded, oddly not realizing that the group she was with greatly outnumbered a single bosmer.

Altair/Veric

"See what in action?" he asked innocently as he walked up on Rann and Kirana's conversation. He looked at Rann's tattoo and then back and forth between their faces, curiously awaiting an answer.

[Tenek, The Thief]

Tenek, in trouble

"don't worry, I won't hurt you"Tenek said in worried tone.why isn't any one else doing anything
[/i]well better get out of here[i] "i'll just go my own way"Tenek said, regaining his normal state of mind standing up,getting ready to run.
"its not like i was going to steal any thing"Tenek said in his usual joking manner.

This post has been edited by Tenek, The Thief: May 7 2007, 12:42 AM

[Priest of Sithis]

Patholos

Patholos nodded to the men, and they stood down. Patholos hoped that the men still held allegiance to Karn, rather than Patholos. They seemed rather hesitant to act on Karn's orders. "In the matter of intelligence," Patholos said as the Shadow Eaters herded the refugees away, "There are more attacks on farmers that have been reported. Also, WE need to meet again with Mannimarco." Patholos emphasized the we to mean that Karn and Patholos should drop everything and go at the moment. The Shadow Eaters anxiously awaited the orders from Karn...

Mannimarco

Seeing the camp a few feet away, Mannimarco un-cast his Illusion spell and strode right into the camp. Mannimarco observed all the camp members and judged each to his own liking. The Argonian with the missing horns and fresh scars, the old Breton with a seriously deadly weapon, The two undead; Mannimarco stopped with the two undead. He forgot all that was around him and focused his necromantic powers into the air. Nature itself seemed to fight against his casting, but he succeeded. He sent wave after wave of physical and mental energy to the dead cells in the vampires. Mannimarco tried to attune the reception of psychological messaging from Mannimarco. He pulsed one single message to the Bosmer, "I can give you all the alcohol you could desire, just heed me. Turn around and lay on the ground, face up!" Mannimarco sent the other message with some difficulty to the female vampire. He started to sweat as his concentration thickened. She had such fortitude! The vastness of her complex willpower startled Mannimarco, yet he continued. The message he sent to her was simple, "I know you loathe this undeath, this attrition to your god, this pestilence. I can fix this, just heed me. Obey your carnal desires, listen to the sweet nectar that is my voice. Lay on the ground, softly, and face up. All will end in silky comfort and caressing tranquility." Mannimarco gasped at the exertion he had just been put through. "And all this happened within five seconds," Mannimarco thought to himself.

OOC: Two things,
One, what the hell was with my "Bounty Fabric Softener" message, whoa, lay off the drugs
Second, Someone needs, really needs, to take over the Army of Morrowind, any takers? YOU! Yes you, don't turn around, I can see you! You are reading this, therefore your punishment is to take over the Army of Morrowind. Ha HA! Victory!

[Dantrag]

Aerona

As the bosmer backed away, she ran forward and began to collect her fallen belongings. She didn't notice the newcomer enter their camp until he entered her mind.

I know you loathe this undeath, this attrition to your god, this pestilence. I can fix this, just heed me.

She looked up in confusion, unsure if it was audible or not. Judging by the faces around her, it was not.

Obey your carnal desires, listen to the sweet nectar that is my voice. Lay on the ground, softly, and face up. All will end in silky comfort and caressing tranquility.

She looked the necromancer in the eye and spat on the ground, to the confusion of onlookers.

I will find a way to rid myself of this disease. She replied, Even if the cure is death.

Rann

"And who the f*** is this?" he asked, advancing towards Mannimarco, mainly to get between him and Aerona. There was obviously some sort of tension between the two.

[Lord Revan]

Kirana

Taking her attention off the Bosmeri intruder, she turned to look at the other newcomer. Naturally, Kirana knew who Mannimarco was, but for all intents and purposes this man did not fit his discription. Still, the Dunmer radiated power, it was enough to get her interested, but also wary.

Between that Altmer and this man I fear nothing is as it seems....

OCC: Issac and Satyana are still a ways away, Ian is stalking the army from Morrowind, and Kirana is suspicous of Altair and Mannimarco....... She has unorthodox methods of dealing with people she doesn't trust!

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 7 2007, 03:44 AM

[Dantrag]

Altair

Mannimarco? The necromancer? he was smiling on the inside, but his exterior showed nothing but a worried look. I could use some of his knowledge of the dead...

He gave Kirana a worried look, "What is going on?"

Rann

Rann impatiently awaited an answer, demanding that he reply barely a second after the original question. He concentrated fully on the magicka around him, ready to draw on it at any time.

There's so much power here. he thought to himself, much of it came from Kirana, and much of it from this newcomer. He could sense traces of Satyana's magicka, but she was a distance away, Aerona's was clearly present, but not as strong as the other's.

There was still one enormous source. Equal to, if not greater than the others. He couldn't trace it to any of the people around him. He didn't focus on the mystery too much, though, as he was already focused on using this stranger's power against him should the need arise. Maybe he could give Kirana some insight while he was at it.

[Priest of Sithis]

Mannimarco

Magical backlash washed over Mannimarco and he grunted with the effort of supressing the power. The King of Worms noticed a "black hole" in the area, and slow traces of magicka were pulled from the surrounding area. Mannimarco's eye's dashed around the camp, constantly seeking, waited for someone to act. "This is how they killed me the first time" Mannimarco thought. Mannimarco, in a fury, drove his Staff of Worms into the dirt and summoned the Dark Magicka that drove the evil gods. Life, all around him in a mathematical radius began to die, a slow field slowly crept outwards in a circle. Worms died in the ground and the grass turned brown. Mannimarco chanted the dark passages that few knew if any.

A semi-visible shell of dark energy surrounded Mannimarco and Mannimarco raised his hand. He summoned the skull of Reman Cyrodill out from the dimension he had sealed it in. The skull appeared in his hand and the energy ceased. In Mannimarco's eyes, and consecuently the two vampire's because they had a connection with Mannimarco, a faint glow surrounded Rann. He was one of the heirs. The spell was too weak to find the others, but it was a start.

[Lord Revan]

Issac

"Come on 'Tyana; we have to get back." He was certain she felt the "black hole of magicka" but Issac wanted to get back with all haste.

"You feel that, too?"

Kirana

She had all the evidence she needed to be certain this man was a necromancer.

Kirana muttured a brief plea for aid from Meridia, Deadric Princess of life, immortal enemy of the undead.
Grimmly, the scholar began going through a complex summoning. Four forms appeared between them and the necromancer.

One being was a creature of fire, another was a thing of whirling stones and lightning, third was a giant of ice and frost.

The fourth was a lesser known atronach of flesh. All four deadra moved forward menacingly. Kirana, exhausted from the conjuration, landed (more or less) in a sitting position.

She nodded reassuringly to Rann. "So, Necromancer, what is it you intend to do?"

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[minque]

Issac

"Come on 'Tyana; we have. To get back." He was certain she felt the "black hole of magicka" but Issac wanted to get back with all haste.

"You feel that, too?"

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Kirana

She had all the evidence she needed to be certain this man was a necromancer.

Kirana muttured a brief plea for aid from Meridia, Deadric Princess of life, immortal enemy of the undead.
Grimmly, the scholar began going through a complex summoning. Four forms appeared between them and the necromancer.

One being was a creature of fire, another was a thing of whirling stones and lightning, third was a giant of ice and frost.

The fourth was a lesser known atronach of (flesh). All four deadra moved forward menacingly. Kirana, exhausted from the conjuration, landed (more or less) in a sitting position.

She nodded reassuringly to Rann.

Satyana, feeling awkward

"Yes...yes of course, I´m not sure but I have a bad feeling about Rann...and your mother, I reckon they cpould use my powers as well....no Issac my darling, don´t ask...because I have no answer to give you...the simple reason for that is....that I do not know what is happening over there, I just feel bad about it"

Satyana sighed, folded back her hair and took Issac´s hand, whatever happened she would not leave his side....

[jack cloudy]

Green-Root, being lazy.


,,Ah! More summoning. Fine, deal with all this yourself. I'm going to sit back, drink and enjoy the show." Green-Root hissed and theatrically sat down on a log. Or at least, he tried. His aching side took all the grace out of his movements.


Flint Ironwood.

After their rest, they'd begun moving again.
,,Boy, I sure hope we're not the only ones. Fifty men is so not enough for open warfare and these buckets are not suited for guerilla." Flint thought, riding at a small distance from the group. He thought he could see someone approaching from the road up ahead.


(That's a morrowind army messenger. Who wants to control him?)

[Lord Revan]

Issac

He nodded, resting his right hand on Cyrorend, "Let's be there to help them then."

When they found the group along with the same Bosmer they'd met earliar, and a obb Dunmer in robes. The dead zone around the mer was all it took to realize he was a necromancer. They weren't fighting yet, so Issac put a gentle but restricting hand on Satyana's shoulder.

"Let's wait to see what everyone does before we act....." Still he, clicked his katana partially from its sheath for good measure.

Kirana

She glared pointedly at Green-Root, "If I had the magicka required, I'd arrange a reunion between you and the two Aureal, Argonian. Consider yourself lucky that we have better things to do...." Kirana spat, not at all pleased with Green-Root, even if he was injured.

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[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir, a little freaked out

When the necromancer appeared, Flogir immediately turned his attention from the annoying Bosmer to the necromancer. When he saw the ground wilting underneath its feet as a wave of dark magicka seeped forth from the necromancer, Flogir kept his distance.

"Guys, this whole magic stuff is kinda out of my league..." Flogir said hesitantly while still maintaining his ground. "I will assume though that that's not something I want to touch," he continued, indicating the necromancers expanding spell.

"Get rid of that barrier or whatever, and I'll give him a good taste of Iceshard!"

[Lord Revan]

Karn

"Shadow Eaters," Karn pointed to several of there members. "You will take command of the groups of lesser assassins, make certain that no unwanted guests may stumble upon our base."

"The rest of you," He added. "You shall aid your brethren by taking these." The Ninja retrieved eighteen bundles of cloth from a nearby container. "Handle these with care, they will not be lethal, but your health will be severely hampered by the disease carried in these clothes. These infected packages must rach the Silhouete's army, they will have a much more drastic reaction to the affliction than you."

As the Shadow Eaters dispersed, not voicing any possible compaints at the constant moving about on seemingly mundane tasks. Karn turned to Patholos, "Now, brother, let's find where that filthy 'King of Maggots' is desecrating."

OCC: It would be amusing to say the least if everyone in Tamriel started calling Mannimarco the King of Maggots. It certainly isn't flattering or intimidating......

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: May 8 2007, 01:53 AM

[Dantrag]

Aerona

Aerona gasped as she saw Rann's form surrounded by a white aura. She didn't know what it meant, but she knew it was something significant.

She tried not to stay too occupied in her own thoughts, so she went to work preparing herself for the battle ahead. Not for fighting, like most of the others, but for healing. All of the hotheads around her were sure to get themselves injured.

Rann

Rann saw the circle of death expanding, and backed away a few steps.

I wonder what would happen... he seriously considered absorbing all of the surrounding dark magicka and channeling it.

Then he saw Kirana's nod, and interpreted it as a signal to go ahead with it. His tattoo began to glow bright red, and he began to breathe heavily with the absorbtion of the enormous amount of dark power. He paused, though, standing there filled to the brim with magicka, unable to think of how he should channel the power...