To Heir Is Human II- Playground XIII, the 13th.... Options

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

He snorted as he rose, "Understood, I shall endeavor to do so." The alien stood at his full hieght, and marched off, staff held tightly in his right hand. Mentally and physically ready for the coming battle.

Kirana

Rising slowly from the water, Kirana noticed the mist rolling in from the east. None of the archers on the walls saw the wet shell making her way through the foliage to a secluded outcropping. Despite the water and the cool breezes, Kirana was unaffected by the cold.

Waiting, she realised how much she missed common things the living did like breathing, Kirana was still inside the soul gem, and whether or not she controlled an undead body didn't change anything. In Ian, she only had emotions and thoughts, but her vampire friend was hundred of times more preferable to the black soul gem.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Aug 12 2007, 12:01 AM

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann walked into the Tiber Septim, feeling tired mentally, physically, and most of all, emotionally exhausted. He immediately spotted Dalrus still sitting in the same seat and decided to fill the seat next to her. He looked into his old empty wine glass, lamenting the fact that it was empty and the bottle was nowhere to be found. It wasn't as if wine was the most potent of drinks anyway.

"We 'won'," he informed her, avoiding the issue of his feud with Satyana and Issac by keeping the conversation on the battle, "But that necromancer I told you we killed is back. The King of Worms, no less."

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Dalrus, Tiber Septim Hotel


Dalrus surveyed Rann for a few seconds, making sure there were no wounds or injuries. She gave a look of relief and listened to him tell her about he King of Worms. "That vile man has been trouble for Tamriel for too long, figures he sided with the Silhouette," she seemed incredibly angry about the King of Worms. She leaned in closer to Rann and poured him some wine.

[Dantrag]

Rann

"I don't really want to talk about it," he said, accentuating that statement by downing the glass of wine in one giant gulp. He felt more than a little guilty about 'killing' Kirana, even though he knew that it wasn't a desirable existence. His attention shifted from the introvertive to the extrovertive, though, when he saw that Dalrus had moved to sit much closer to him.

He put his arm around her, and with a playful smile said, "I missed you."


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[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint grumbled incoherently.
,,Undead, more undead and even more undead. Geez, what kind of sick loser invented Necromancy in the first place? With few exceptions, all undead monsters are evil in my book."

He thought back to the conversation he had with Voltar and Altair while Flogir was off fighting. It was convincing, but Flint couldn't quite shake the accusations Green-Root had made himself.
,,Great, now I'm believing a backstabbing bandit over a distinguished noble. But then again, wasn't I a bandit myself once? And what do we know about Altair?" He thought, feeling frustrated.
,,Yup, I need a drink as well." He spoke out loud.

He glanced at Amrita.
,,She looks awfully familiar." He noted. He thought he knew from where and decided it was worth a shot to try a bait.
,,Salina's girl." He whispered, just loud enough to be heard.



(OOC: I need to figure out where Green-Root is.)

[Lord Revan]

OCC: Yeah, the Plys'Iea are fair climbers in general, even in their armor they can do more than climb trees. Ian's fought enough undead for the week, the others can try and catch up with his score now.

Plys'Iea

Hidden in the mist, the alien had given up the march to scuttle silently on all fours. His snout close to the ground, he skittered quickly along the wet road toward the Imperial City. While bipedal movement was often faster, the hunter's kind was just as proficient with crawling.

As the creature approached the bridge to the Imperial City, it smelled the scent of rotting flesh and undeath all around. Don't harm Mannimarco, I can accomplish that. The reptilian warrior came to the side of the bridge.
Shifting to a kneeling position, he inspected the stonework, then satisfied, he stood. The alien's long fingers grasped the stone architecture, and the monster climbed halfway up the bridge before changing its course. While the undead used the main walkway, he would crawl on the wall to the other side unnoticed.

The dark shape that was the Imperial City gradually grew larger as the alien continued across the bridge.

Ian

Finally, he arrived at the outcropping, and found the body Kirana was inhabiting. On the whole, the body resembled the scholar Ian had met years ago and had known since then. But there were differences the vampire could detect.

No blood pumped through his friend's viens, nor did her heart beat with life. As Ian joined her in the shadows, he didn't know what to say to her.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Aug 12 2007, 06:22 PM

[The Metal Mallet]

Amrita

Amrita had followed Rann and Flogir back to the Tiber Septim. As she passed "Altair" and Voltar, the man with them muttered something. Amrita looked back and fixed the man with a look. Obviously he was one of the members that was around at her birth since he knew about Salina. No matter though. Amrita could make up a story to prove that she was no longer affiliated with Salina's "dark and evil ways".

She waved to the group. "Greetings, it looks like things have been going well for us so far."

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint noticed the stare but didn't acknowledge it.
,,Well, that pretty much confirms things. Now I'll just hang back and observe for a while, see how the third one turned out."

When they entered the bar, the Breton instantly spied one last bottle of flin on the rack. He pressed his Telekinesis and drew it to himself before any of the soldiers discovered his find.
,,Cheers." He smiled and popped the cork.

Green-Root.

Green-Root comfortably lay against a wall in the shadows. At the edge of his vision, he could see one of the sewer exits. For a moment he played with the thought of asking permission to perform short patrol outside. He didn't know if Vasha would agree but if she refused, he figured he could offer to loan his spear to Kalsh and have her 'escort' him as a token of trust. But he decided not to.
,,If someone sees me, they'll realize that the sewers are guarded. It's best to let them come on their own time."

[Lord Revan]

OCC: The undead should reach the city before the Plys'Iea warrior, not everyone has to fight them, most of the fighters could be Dunmer soldiers, but at least one person should be involved.

Issac

When no reply came, the Altmer restlessly rose from the bed and decided to that walking through the streets wouldn't be a bad idea. As he exited his room, Issac noticed Satyana leaning against the frame of the door.

Her gaze wandered from his face to the katana thrust through the table. With a sigh, he let the other frame support him, and said. "That blade won't take anymore lives, I can find another."
Satyana's violet eyes studied him before she replied. "It wasn't your fault, Issac, Kirana doesn't blame you for killing her, you don't either." Issac wasn't surprised that his lover had been able to see the heart of his unease.

"The world seems to be going to Oblivion, Satyana. Not only is Mannimarco still at work, but Rann doesn't even trust us anymore. If it weren't for Altair and his highness, the King of Worms, then things would be so much easier." He said, shaking his head ruefully.

Issac could see that his sentiments were mirrored in Satyana, although it was clear that the gap between herself and Rann was more vivid than it was for him. The Altmer lifted his arm so he could lightly caress his lover's cheek.
"Life goes on I guess...." Satyana muttered, they took each other in an comforting embrace, as if to say, "At least we aren't in this alone."

[jack cloudy]

Green-Root.

Green-Root approached the sewer mouth, ignoring the warning stare of Vasha. He poked his snout out and looked around quickly before drawing back and silently crawling back to his hiding place. Vasha visibly relaxed once it was clear that he wouldn't run off.
,,Undead, on the bridge, moving to the gates." He whispered and settled back into a comfortable position. Their place was here, not at the battle that would soon rage.


OOC: Green-Root saw the side of the bridge as well, but our alien hunter was on the other side.

[Lord Revan]

Narza Tai, Vasha

She nodded, without any sign or other form of communication, Sarmath, the Dunmer, dissappeared to inform the sensei. Vasha studied Green-Root for a few moments, "So, you met the Sensei before he came with Patholos to reveal the truth about Sithis to us?"

Kalsh glanced over her shoulder, the blood of a sluaghterfish she was eating soaking her snout. The female Argonian continued to work her jaws, though more quietly so she could hear.

[jack cloudy]

Green-Root.

Green-Root nodded.
,,I did meet him a while back." He admitted.
,,Hmm, this is thin ice here. What if I say that we were both working for the Silhouette at the time, the same being we now oppose? It could prove to be unhealthy for me."

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

Flogir pulled up a seat near Rann and ordered a drink. The barkeep unfortunately informed him that they currently were out of booze. Flogir grumbled and waved him away.

"Great... just great. Now I can't even drink to attempt to perk me up."

Flogir sat in silence, as he had previously ascertained that Rann didn't want to be forced to talk about the rift that had built between him and his sister. If Rann wanted to open up, it appeared that both he and Dalrus were open to listen. He lightly drummed his fingers on the table as he tried to think about better, happier times in his life.

He looked over and noticed that Voltar, Altair, and Flint were together, likely discussing the Green-Root situation. Flogir felt certain that if he was needed, Flint would call him over or relay the discussion to him in the future. Amrita was also nearby that group, and she had a drink!

"Oh I see how it is... only the ladies get the drinks now eh..." Flogir muttered under his breath. The good mood he was working on had vanished.

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

As the first zombies approached the city gates, he dropped to the moist ground. The alien moved off and to the side, reaching the main walls in a matter of seconds. With its acute sense of smell, the warrior could smell the soldiers, and their fear and borderline hopelessness.

Let us get rid of any doubt in their minds about how bad their situation is..... Growling lightly as the guards at the gates noticed the undead horde, the hunter began scaling the wall in the same fashion as he had the bridge.
The top of the battlements grew nearer and nearer, anticipation filled the beast......

[Priest of Sithis]

Guardsmen, on the wall

The sudden stench of decay hit the guardsmen full on. He leaned over the wall to vomit and saw hundreds of the dead shambling towards the city. He was about to yell when incisors tore through his jugular vein, and the guardsmen coughed the last breath he would ever take out of his lungs. The undead did not feed on the body, however, the undead each had a singular purpose, kill.

Astratus

A odd thought occurred to Astratus as he searched his personal belongings for alcohol. He found a few bottles of Brandy, a present from the Nerevarine himself, and a case of sujamma that had a slight hint of apple spice in it. Astratus had his own methods of brewing sujamma, but he let the professionals do their job. Astratus looked over his alcohol, then searched deep inside himself, finally coming to the conclusion that the soldiers needed it more than he did. He ordered that the sujamma be taken to the Tiber Septim and distrubuted by rationing. He then sent two of his three bottles of Brandy to the doctors to use as a sterilizing utensil. Astratus sighed, then uncorked his last bottle of alcohol and went outside his tent.

When Astratus opened his mouth to swallow, he tasted decay and almost gagged. He looked around and decided to check the wall. He saw three soldiers with torches yelling and pointing, and Astratus felt a little worried. One, he was in no mood nor did he have the energy to fight anything that could be attacking the city. He would become and instant fatality without the strength to combat the enemies. He had to find the Narza'Tai before the city collapsed, when he bumped into the man without the eyes.

Patholos

Rising from his bed, Patholos had made his way around the city to find the weaponsmith. He muttered a recall object spell and the dagger he left in the clearing at Heroe's Hill materialized in his hand. He asked the weaponsmith to attach a small but durable chain to the dagger, and then to fashion it to Patholos's bracer. The weaponsmith said it would take a while, but it would be ready in the morning. Patholos paid with Flin, which he had brought with him from the lair. Patholos left the weaponsmith and went to look for Karn. His wounds from the fight had healed, but he was still sore and tired. He stumbled upon the Commander with alcohol in his hands, and Patholos spat in disgust. All of the sudden Patholos smelled death, and Patholos turned his gaze to the wall. His vision showed death all around the outside of the city, and one formidable foe what seemed to be leading them. Patholos turned to the captain and said, "Rally your troops, the Dead are attacking!"

Patholos sped down the road, yelling for Karn.

[Lord Revan]

Karn

When one of the sentries on the rooftops contacted him, and spoke of an attack by more undead and Patholos' request for his presense, Karn immediately, ordered spellcasters back to the surface, along with groups armed with enchanted weaponry.

After giving the necesary orders, the sensei himself vanished in the black cloud used by the magical members of the Narza'Tai to teleport. Rather than appear where his lieutenant was, Karn appeared instead in the Tiber Septim.
He took in the weary group for several moments before shaking his head, dismissing the thought of them taking part. Without any explaination, the assassin lord departed to where his lieutenant was supposed to be.

As the dark smoky cloud dispersed, he looked around to find Patholos approaching.

[Priest of Sithis]

Patholos

Breathing heavily, Patholos approached Karn. He said, "Sensei, the dead are attacking. There are not enough of the Commander's troops at the attack point to hold them." He took a deep breath and said in a low voice. "There was some strange creature there as well, something possibly from Oblivion. I have never seen anything like it before." Patholos breathed deep again.

He said to his Sensei, "Sensei, I am weaponless and in no shape to fight. If we send Family to fight the dead, we could loose too many to maintain functionality. I think we should find other methods of warfare." Patholos tied tight his blindfold, and stretched his arms out. He said, "If I must fight, I will die beside my Family. We seek vengeance on the dead for their attack on our Family. Your will, Sensei..."

Astratus

Seeing the pale mer leave disheartened Astratus. The dead were going to be in the City at any moment. He yelled at an officer carrying the sujamma towards the Septim, "Belay that order, officer! Send word for all available fighters at once. We are under attack!"


Mannimarco

The energy inside the skull was almost his, yet he felt that if he activated it, it would alert the Silhouette and cause Mannimarco to lose his gain. The Silhouette's magic was primal, and almost impossible to break. He had to think what was the opposite of primal magic. Everything has an opposite, so if primal was the basis of everything created, then what was the opposite of creation?

One thought came to Mannimarco, and it dealt with the pale mer. "Sithis," He said to himself. The Void was the key, yet he had no access. He had to find the mer...

OOC: Okay, i know lot of twists, but hey, its rp, anyway, Mannimarco going for power boost to split from Silhouette and attack the City and the Silhouette with the dead. Making this a fatal three way. Also, the skull might be used to access the void, sacrificing power for freedom.

[The Metal Mallet]

Voltar

Voltar nearly jumped to attack Karn when he appeared, but he quickly left without any of the members in their party truly reacting to his sudden arrival.

Hmm... it appears that they do not think him as an enemy anymore. This could prove to be troublesome since he knows of Veric's abilities...

It was only a few moments before a soldier from Astratus' army barged in demanding those able to fight to report to the walls. Apparently the undead were attacking again. Voltar withdrew his staff. He looked to Altair.

"Well, master. I think it's about time for us to participate," he said and both he and Altair headed off.


Flogir

When he heard what the soldier said, Flogir quickly rose from his seat. "Good! I need to release some pent up frustration on these foul vermin! I didn't even get the chance to kill a single one last battle. Count me in!"

He quickly followed Altair and Voltar out of the door and towards the scene of the battle.


Amrita

Amrita stayed in her seat as the soldier explained the situation. She drink her flin in a casual manner but she kept a keen eye on Rann. If he went, she would go and watch his back for him.

I just gotta prove my worth to him and keep him liking 'Altair' because of that, she thought idly as she caressed the hilt of one of her crossbows within her cloak.

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea, on the battlments

Careful to avoid the soldiers' attention until he reached his hand over the edge of the wall, the warrior rolled over into their midst. All of the elves heard the dull metallic thud, however the wall was quite narrow, and all stared at the hulking beast that leered down at them.

Before the closest soldier could react, the lifted him into the air by the throat and kicked the elf solidly off to the paved streets beneath. The next elf in line unsheathed his broadsword and swung at the nightmarish monster who had just killed his friend.
But the alien warrior grabbed the blade mid-swing and held it tightly, its tough hide refusing to cut despite the sharpness of the edge. Moving the blade, still being held by the wielder slightly away to the right, the Plys'Iea leaned forward and skrieked just inches from the Dunmer's helmet.

So narrow was the walkway that the other two Dunmer couldn't attack without fearing harm to their comrade. The elf whose blade he had firmly gripped in his large hand continued to strain against the strength of his one arm.
Meanwhile, the elf's companions seemed transfixed by the demonic creature, the the cold stare of the animalistic yellow eyes in the light fo their torches. Abruptly, the Plys'Iea warrior ceased its terrifying shriek and shifted its grip further down the broadsword's blade.

With the added leaverage, the alien swiftly plunged the point throughy the gap in the bonemold helmet. Since the blade was still held by the alien, the Dunmer's body remained suspended, blood gushed from the slit and soaked the cloth around elf's neck.
The corpse crumpled limply when the monstrous warrior released his grip on the primitive blade. One of the Dunmer now had the mind to yell for help, but his pleas were cut off as the Plys'Iea's massive hand enveloped his head.

The final watchman stared horrified between his suffocating brother and the frightening creature looming over him. Rather than find out what the elf might have done, the alien warrior brought his staff down and the mer's face was smashed by the flail end.
The insistant struggles by the suffocating Dunmer began to annoy him, so to end it, the Plys'Iea suddenly jerked his hand and snapped the mer's neck. Pathetic, they do not deserve to be called warriors..... The alien thought to himself as he left the dead corpses to search for more worthy foes.

Karn

He nodded, taking in the development, one of the spellcasters appeared, they had a habit of knowing when and where they were needed at times. Karn turned to address her. "Have those who are fighting stick to high vantage points with one spellcaster to each group, should the enemy get within an unsafe distance have all family in peril moved to another position."

The Sensei added to the departing mage. "And use area effect spells of fire, combined with the flamable materials to create barriers and shift the advantage in our favor. Don't leave anything to chance, caution cannot be any more crucial than right now."
Nodding in acknowledgement, the mage left the two alone. "Patholos," The sensei said turning to his lieutenant. "You must do what you believe is the right action, if you choose to fight the same rules given to our brothers and sisters apply to you. If you decide to go below, then aid the alchemists, we'll need every resource we have to get through this."

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann stood up at the 'call to arms', knowing that if he didn't go, he'd wonder what he could've done to stop anything that went wrong.

"Coming this time?" he asked Dalrus, but didn't really wait for a response, as the rest of the group seemed to be leaving without them. He slung his bow and quiver over his shoulder and began walking out of the hotel, handing the bottle of wine to the nearest sitting soldier. He spotted Amrita sipping her drink and gave her a short wave before falling into step beside Flogir.

Aerona

Aerona made the split second decision to join the group, thinking to help the wounded where she could. She hoped that she could save some lives, and hopefully, with her help, most of the wounded would fight again.

She ran to catch up to the group, forcing herself between Rann and Flogir, feeling pretty safe with either one.