To Heir is Human II - Playground 8, Let´s go on then... Options

[Dantrag]

Rann

He matched her gaze for a couple of seconds, honestly trying to decide whether or not to provoke her. He figured he could use his power to nullify such a thing, but decided against it. Such a squabble wasn't worth the subsequent hell he would feel.

Flint was right anyway; this served no purpose. Rann wasn't even sure if he was even angry at Telina or if he just wanted confrontation. He hadn't really thought about it, he had just spoken. He did that a lot.

"As long as we're clear." he answered, brushing off the insult.

[minque]

Serene

OOC: Serene and Telina ususlly have their "insulting-each-others-as-much-as-possible-fights!, they actually enjoy it, deep down, but they can get pretty mad at each other....

Rusty? Old? Damn it Telina, age doesn´t matter among us mages, and you darn well know it! If I had wanted to eradicate you, you would have been a wet spot on the ground by now...And god knows I´m starting to wish you were! You hurt my daughter, for that I´ll never forgive you, and I do not intend to let you hurt any of my grandchildren!

Serene heard Rann´s arguments with Telina and smiled inside..that boy was something special, cocky and brave...she decided to keep an extra eye on him...just in case. She knew perfectly well he was able to take care of himself, and Satyana as well, if it came to that

Satyana

Oh no Rann, don´t make her angry....there is a black aura around her....something very evil follows her as a shadow...Rann please, take care, for my sake!

Satyana grabbed Soldin´s hand in a firm grip....she was really scared...for the first time since this started

[Lord Revan]

Ian, immensly unimpressed by the display of exploding emotions

Rejuvenated by the fresh blood, Ian nodded his thanks to the dunmer, not really worried at the moment about his...... oddities. He watched the entire verbal barrage of explicities and screamming with a shaking head. And hence the challenges of getting mixed-matched characters to work together toward a common goal......

While the tempers continued to flare, Ian stood erect eyes closed, and every broken and misplaced bone quivered and snapped into place. He gasped at the wave of pain, but knew this was only half of the problem. Ian drank heavily of a vial of healing potion, and his muscles reknitted and cracked bones became whole again.

After testing his repaired limbs, the imperial turned vampire finally spoke, condescending at that. "I loath to break up the incredibly cordial and civilized reunion between old friends, but let's focus the immediate danger to our lives first....... then you can all have tantos hovering above each other's necks once we're relatively scarce."

Inwardly Ian knew he was talking down to mages that were likely twice his age and could probably torch him due to his weakness to fire, but the agent didn't let that stop him from trying to mantain order.

Karn

Summoning his bound shortsword, Karn continued to sweep through the bushes; stopping every few meters to study the evironment before continuing. Finally, he stopped scrutinizing a certain patch of shadows. The shade didn't appear any different from the others around it, but the Dunmer just had a feeling something was amiss.

As if testing the shadow he ran his blade through it and the tree behind it. Nothing happened....... Karn stared critically at it, convinced he looked like an idiot.....

Issac

The situation had turned from a happy meeting of old friends to a frenzy of aggressive remarks. Issac disengaged from the spectacle, partly because it would draw the attention of the hunting werewolves and he wanted to be as far away from those combatants at the moment.

He joined Ian at the edge of the group, keeping his eyes on the forest.....

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Mar 12 2007, 11:00 PM

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood

Flint wasn't a telepath, but he could just feel the whole conversation. They were literally screaming at a telepathic level, which made everyone including non-telepaths, hear it as well.
,,Can't you people keep it quiet? I'm trying to focus on saving lives here."

His detection spell had revealed the usual assortment of bugs, mice and other small animals. And a single humansized signature who was waving around like a freak.
,,Yup, and another crazed fool. What's next, Uriel Septim falling down from the heavens to reveal the divine plan of the Nine Divines? Martin popping out of his stone skin and soaring through the sky again as a freaking Akatosh?"

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann was surprised that Serene hadn't berated him for his actions, but didn't complain. He suddenly became all business as he noticed Flint peering into the forest.

"What is it?" he asked, coming up to stand beside him.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir had quickly distanced himself from the "reunion" of sorts with the stranger, "Telinda", appeared. He heard of the threat of the werewolves, so he immediately retrieved Iceshard and went to Flint's side.

"Rather irritable on the ears aren't they?" Flogir muttered as he stared off into the darkness, waiting for Flint to point in the direction of danger.

He nodded to Rann as he arrived beside them. "Glad to see you've recovered some sense about you," he told the Dunmer with a wry grin on his face.

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann couldn't tell if Flogir was referring to his previous intoxication or the more recent quarrel with Telina, making a witty comeback impossible.

"Had to happen sooner or later, I guess," he answered, still looking ahead.

"Are you seeing a werewolf, Flint?"

[ShogunSniper]

Veric

Veric confirmed Karn's fear of looking like an idiot by asking in a condescending tone, now standing directly behind the ninja either by way of teleportation or stealth, "What are you doing?"

He raised an eyebrow at the Dunmer's antics, though Veric sensed Brianna's bloodline near and could almost assume why Karn was testing the shadows. He didn't let on however, and with a shrug turned to Voltar. "Please stay hidden here, if things get messy, I'll signal for you. Sorry to leave you at, but you have been seen by that vampire" If he doesn't know what I speak of, he will figure it out soon enough.

Veric then changed his form back into the character of the political radical Altair that had first appeared when Karn attacked the Imperial City. His now Altmerish appearance offset and blended with his trademark yellow eyes. He closed his mind, and his intentions, as well as he could so even the most adept telepath would only be able to sense something amiss about him; nothing more.

"Fancy seeing you all here," he interrupted as he emerged from the undergrowth into the steadily enlarging camp, making himself notable to Rann, "There are werewolves about, you'd best prepare to defend yourselves."

OOC: i apoligize, metal mallet, for neglecting your character, only to now leave him behind with karn. please just bare with me a little longer.

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann blinked a couple times to make sure he was seeing correctly and that there was no residual drug effect on him. Apparently he was fine.

"You're help will be appreciated," he said, approaching the mer and extending his hand. "After these werewolves are dead, maybe we'll finally get a chance to talk."

He didn't actually think they would get to talk in peace. Everyone in the group was overly paranoid so they were suspicious of the mer. Not to mention the fact that he was travelling with a bunch of people supportive of dictatorships. At least he would have more of a chance this way.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Mar 13 2007, 03:27 AM

[Lord Revan]

Ian

When the Altmer politician came from the trees, Ian's new blood boiled. Unconsciously, Ian knew that Rann still believed democrasy had a chance, but Rann was free to his opinion. Altair, on the other hand, was a two-faced politician, looking to further his goal by whatever means necessary........ as in that wouldn't ruin his image.

Ian muttered under his breath, "yeah, we never could have guessed that there were werewolves." And where is his favorite lackey? Then the Imperial wondered what Rann would think of the counciler if he found out that Altair had healed Karn.......

[ShogunSniper]

Veric

'Altair' shook Rann's hand hastily, before drawing his dwarven broadsword and slashing out at the first of the werewolves that lept out of the brush next to them. His attack struck, but was not mortal, and the lycanthrope regained himself and began circling the perimeter of the group, soon joined by others.

(action initiated)

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann lunged at the first werewolf katana drawn, hoping to finish the job started by Altair. The wolf cleverly dodged and responded by biting him on the arm. Rann was stunned by the well-executed counter, but didn't let it phase him for long. The wolf wimpered as Rann's katana drove down into its skull.

He looked at his arm. It was bleeding, but nothing too serious. The healing could wait. He was suddenly glad that he had given Soldin his bow; these werewolves were not to be trifled with.

[Lord Revan]

Ian, payback

"Come on, Issac," He shouted, launching a orb of light high into the air to better illuminate the area. Ian leapt high into the air and slashed at one of the blurs. The wolf skidded to a halt a little ways away, favoring one side over the other.

Not so nice having a messed up arm now is it? The Imperial thought smugly, let's see how you fight on a level playing field..... Both opponents circled one another on the edge of the clearing, eyeing one another.

Issac

No sooner did that politician show up did the first werewolves appear. Issac had no time to voice his contempt of the mer, and he temporarily let the Altmer slip from his awarness to fight the most pressing threats.

Pyrorend sang through the air, loosing a wave of heat, which only set the wolves on fire, but that was all Issac had aimed for anyway. He thurst Pyrorend into the ground at his feet, the weapon's charge spent, and took hold of his other blade.

The Sage

As the first wolves broke from the treeline, the Sage planted a series of barriers before most of the blurs. To which the wolves slammed headlong into the shields, allowing for the group to ready themselves.

Her hands glowed with blue and red auras, she struck a glancing blow to one of the charging lycanthropes. Despite only being grazed the monster flinched as its chest suddenly became covered in ice. The Sage struck several more times as the wolf was still stunned, until it fell into pieces, some chared by fire or shattered ice.

Karn, indignant

He fixed Veric's retreating Altmeri form with a disgusted look. He really didn't think much of his client, and certainly wasn't going to bow down and take hindsight critism from the mage. As the werewolves started coming from the other side of the clearing, Karn returned his attention to the shadow.

No matter how idiotic he looked or felt he was certain something was amiss about this patch of shade.....

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Mar 13 2007, 04:40 AM

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir was just about to groan about more people showing up when the first werewolf leaped into battle. Shortly following that, more hulking figures emerged from the darkness of the woods. Weilding Iceshard expertly, Flogir managed to toss the first werewolf aside by using the creature's leaping momentum against itself. The wolf crashed into the fire pit, immediately consuming it in flames. Now the scent of burnt fur, skin and blood filled the air.

As he ran through an unsuspecting werewolf in the back, Flogir was then tackled by one of the beasts. Its claw dug into his flesh and Flogir cried out in anguish as he pushed the flat of Iceshard against the beast's drooling snout, seeking to avoid the glinting teeth of the werewolf.

"Assistance.... would be.... appreciated!!!" Flogir grunted as he fended off the werewolf.



Voltar

Voltar nodded to Veric's orders. He thought them to be somewhat odd considering that Voltar had been seen with Veric when he had assumed his Altmer identity. Yet he did not voice this, figuring that there must be some reason for his actions.

"I will watch from here, Veric."

Voltar decided to lean against a nearby tree that was far enough for his elven eyes to see the encampment. Fortunately the light of their fire would make them blind to him since he stood outside of its range. As the wolves began their attack, Voltar did not fret. Instead he divided his attention between the fight and Karn standing off to his side. Even without getting a good look at the Dunmer, Voltar could tell Karn was not in a good mood.

"You should be fortunate that you were given the command not to fight," he told the Dunmer, "There's always the possible freak chance that you could be killed in a fight such as this. And that's not to dismiss your abilities at all. Mistakes can happen..."

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.
Flint tore himself away from what he'd been watching when the attack began. He leapt straight up to get some time to assess the situation. The first thing he saw was that Flogir was in trouble.
,,Oh, you're so not going to eat him, fleabag! Eat excessive Telekinetic death!" The Breton shouted, unleashing the fury of his twin blades on the creature.

The werewolf was struck by a barrage of invisible blasts, some throwing it through the air like a ragdol, others cleaving through its flesh. What returned to the ground was a sorrry pile of rent flesh.
,,You ok?" Flint asked as he landed next to the Nord. Another werewolf lunged at them. The old Breton dodged to the side before slashing at its side with the Storm. Injured but not defeated, the beast altered its course and swiped at him.

,,I knew this would come in handy sometime. Yeah, we Bretons rock. Admit it, Dragonskin for the win!" Flint gloated and grinned as the werewolf struck against the barrier without any success. While his barrier held, Flint sheathed his blades and summoned his Daedric longbow instead.
,,One shot, one kill. It's quite easy to do if your target is within melee distance and drooling on a barrier." He muttered and launched an arrow into its mouth.

He circled around warily, making sure he stuck close to Flogir.
,,Am I the only one that the arrival of that damn politician and these moonloving animals was a bit too convenient? Whatever, it's not important right now. Flogir, I suggest we team up. You hack them up close and I'll turn them into Daedric pincushions from a distance."

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Mar 13 2007, 07:42 AM

[Priest of Sithis]

Patholos, in the midst of battle

A lone wolf was stalking up the south side of the camp, and it looked as if no one saw it. Patholos thought to himself, "Do I warn someone, or let them fight it?"

Patholos yelled, "Nord, Dwarf! From the Rear!" And the blade in his hand quivered. He threw the blade with the accuracy of one who has practiced and it pinned the wolf's leg to the ground. The paralysis combined with the poison imbued on the blade began to take affect. The wolf's calf muscle turned green and started to rot. Patholos yelled, "Finish the job, and bring me my knife!"

Cackling like a maniac, Patholos ran to the campfire remains and grabbed a burning log.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir nearly jumped to his feet once Flint blasted the wolf that was upon him. His sides burned from the claws that had dug into his flesh, but he knew it was just uncomfortable rather than serious.

"Thanks!" Flogir said as he finished off a werewolf that crashed against Flint's Dragonskin from behind.

Flogir decided to follow Flint's plan and assisted him with taking out the wolfs that evaded Flint's bow fire. It was exhausting work, but the wolves ferocity allowed them to reveal careless defense, which Flogir took advantage of.

Soon he heard the Stranger calling out. He could help but grin at what he said. "Did he just call you a Dwarf, Flint?" he asked snickering. "We may as well oblige him, right?" he continued as he scanned the battle ground for the particular wolf the Stranger was mentioning.

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Working together, the two older men found themselves to be just as effective as the younger members of the pack. After finishing several wolves, Patholos called out.

,,Me, a Dwarf? I'm not that short." Flint said and returned Flogir's snicker. He too scanned the battlefield for the particular werewolf. It didn't take long to find the creature.
,,Ew, what's on that dagger?" Flint mumbled and fired a daedric arrow in the beast's shoulder, immobilizing it even further.
,,Your turn, friend."

[Lord Revan]

Ian

Jumping over the wolf to dodge its swiping claws, Ian flipped and landed behind it. The Lycan turned and snarled, but was cut short as its head was smacked to the side by Ian's well-aimed kick. The vampire thrust his wrist-spike through the stunned wolf's neck, severing arteries and impaling it through the wind-pipe.

As the foul thing fell, Ian couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at killing the loathsome enemy. Still he stopped his revelry, and pitched in to help Soldin and Satyana. Ian slammed himself into the closest one, knocking both of them to the ground.

The werewolf snapped at him, trying to gain purchase on the prey with its fangs. Ian slashed through its left collarbone, tearing the Subclavian Artery. Blood spattered over his face, but aside from a few glancing blows from the struggling lycan, no serious injuries before he jumped back.

He watched its deaththroes for a few heartbeats before wiping its blood from his face. Vampires had reputation to drink almost any creature's blood, but the cursed blood of Werewolves was one of the few that was reprehensible to vampires.

"Are you both alright?" Ian asked them, turning his attention away from the battle for a moment.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir stuck to Flint's side, knocking aside the odd werewolf, as they approached the wolf that Patholos had attacked.

"With pleasure," Flogir replied to Flint as he charged in on the visibly weakened werewolf. The werewolf swiped vainly at him, but Flogir ducked under the paw and hamstringed the good leg of the beast, completely immobalizing it. From there, Flogir leapt onto the creatures back and drove Iceshard into the beast's neck, severing the spine from the brain stem. The frost enchantment caused the beast's head to freeze off and shatter upon the ground.

Retrieving the dagger from the creature's leg, Flogir stared down at the frozen pieces of skull. "That'll stink when that thaws..." he muttered.

He approached Flint and clapped him upon his shoulder, he then winced as he aggravated his claw wounds. "It's always great working with you on these things old chap!" he said grinning, "But now I gotta return this to that weirdo..."

He walked up cautiously to Patholos, fearing that the bleached man/mer would smack him with that flaming brand of wood. "Umm.... here's your knife back," Flogir said warily from a distance, holding the knife out for him.