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

[Lord Revan]

Kirana

The silence stretched for awhile, the animated corpse realized how much better vampirism was than undeath. While both were very similar, vampires still breathed and were more alive than any zombie, no matter how well-crafted.

Kirana could tell her friend was grieved to see her confined to this crude vessel. But through the subtle bond between them, her awareness of Mannimarco's influence was his as well. While neither knew what exact measures the King of Worms had taken, they knew a few.
Still Ian did not speak to her, nor could Kirana find any words to tell him anything he didn't know already.

Ian

Looking for a heartbeat into the eyes of the physical shell that Kirana was confined to, Ian gave his old friend a remorseful look. In the blink of an eye both wrist blades were in position and then the undead torso was cleved into three pieces, and the vampire grabbed the black soul gem out of the air.

His hand gripped the crystal tightly, as if hoping that such a measure would keep Mannimarco from reclaiming his hold upon it. Ian then cast a humble dispell, clinging to the hope that something so basic would stop the powerful King of Worms.

[Dantrag]

Cerpin

Break the gem. Let Mannimarco recall an empty vessel. Once you've done it Kirana can choose to rejoin us in your body or to pass on.

[Lord Revan]

OCC: Mannimarco can recall the gem just as Ian is about to destroy it.

Ian

With this new knowledge, the vampire tossed the gem into the air. As it flipped, Ian channeled more fire magic into his right blade while drawing it back at the same time. The blade wavered, heat radiating from its surface.

As the crystal slowed to the top of its arc in the air, Ian struck as fast and powerfully as he could. His wrist spike was the only part of his arm visible as it accelerated. Time seemed to mock the vampire.....

[The Metal Mallet]

Amrita

Amrita waved back as Rann passed her. She placed her drink aside and calmly followed Rann and the others at a distance. She did have a hand ready on one of her crossbows should the need of instant protection be needed.

"Let's hope they face something competent enough to get close to us this time..." she muttered.


Voltar

Voltar arrived at the scene first. He noticed that Karn and Astratus were nearby. It seemed that they were pointing to a wall where a large, reptilian-like beast stood. It seemed to cast the soldiers on the wall away like ragdolls. The creature intrigued him though as it wasn't anything he had seen before, and he felt his knowledge of beasts of Tamriel was quite extensive. He noticed a robed mage was heading to the wall. He also noticed Flogir and the others arriving.

"Flogir! I suggest you and your party deal with the undead. That creature up there appears to be a bit too dangerous to deal with melee weapons, unless you wish to pepper him with arrows," Voltar called out over the screams of pain and horror before quickly heading in the direction of the mage.


Flogir

Flogir greeted Rann and Aerona as they caught up with him. "Time to have some fun!" he said before seeing what they were dealing with.

Once they got there, Flogir couldn't help but gape at the creature upon the walls. It was monstrous! He only nodded dumbly at Voltar's suggestion before he snapped out of it. He turned to Rann.

"I'm not very talented with a bow so I'm going to take Voltar's suggest. I'll see you on the wall if you choose the same." With that he was off, charing up the steps to the wall. All ready undead minions were shuffling they way around. Withdrawing Iceshard, Flogir charged into them, bellowing a war cry.

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann appeared torn for a moment, but finally made his decision. That monstrosity obviously discouraged the soldiers, and if a few souls stood up to it, there was a good chance that others would join in. Nobody, not even that beast could deny the power of numbers.

He followed Voltar until they stood face to face with the alien creature. Rann's knuckles turned white as he gripped his katana tightly in anticipation.

Aerona

Aerona did her best to stay out of the fighting while still keeping Flogir in sight in case she needed his protection. She went to work healing the many injured soldiers that littered the wall, while keeping an eye on the dead ones, hoping that they wouldn't rise against her.

[The Metal Mallet]

Flogir

With one wide, horizontal swing, Flogir managed to take down the first undead in front of him. Needing to give himself some room, he kicked back the nearest zombie back into the horde the was beginning to form around him. A decomposing head began to emerge over the wall to his right, so Flogir kicked it. A sickening ripping sound was made as the head was ripped away from the corpse. The thing still tried to climb up though.

"That! Was! Not! What! I! Was! Looking! For!" Flogir yelled each word with a stomp on the climbing corpse before it finally fell off the wall. By then the horde was pressing on him once again. He used wide swings to keep them away though.

Soon the undead in his immediate vicinity had cleared somewhat, he noticed that Aerona was nearby, but Rann now stood before the lizard thing. "I hope he knows what he's do-" he mumbled was cut off as a zombie knocked him over. He soon found that two more stood above him.

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

Looking down from the battlments, the alien warrior noticed the group of individuals who had just arrived. Leering down at them, he picked out bits and pieces of Tamrielic that he understood. Some of the undead were climbing the walls, but atthe rate they were going and the amount who lacked the ability to climb effectively, meant that the gates must be opened if they were to enter the city in large enough numbers.

Jumping down to the street, the Plys'Iea swiftly moved to the mechanisms that controlled the gates, normally it would take two men working in together in order to utilize it, but the alien turned the wheel enough that the a large gap between the ground and the bottom of the gate presented itself to the undead.

As the first zombies flooded in through the new opening, he turned his long snake-like head to gaze at the adventurers. Leaping close enough so they could hear him, the warrior pointed at a random person, a young Dunmer.

In Akaviri the monster hissed, "Your reckoning is at hand. Come face me, I will offer all of you who fight well deaths worthy of true warriors!" When he finished, he roared, crouching down, his spines flaring upwards rigidly. Then the alien launched himself toward Rann, arms outstreched jaws wide open to reveal his fangs.

[Dantrag]

Rann

Since the monster decided to call him out beforehand, Rann saw the charge coming. He quickly sidestepped the charge, realizing that his smaller frame wasn't one that would withstand such a charge. In the same motion as his dodge, he spun around to land a hit on the monster's back. A hit that obviously did no damage.

Rann realized his mistake, and knew that he'd have to think quickly if he wanted to survive the counter that was sure to come. Unfortunately, he was in quite a vulnerable position.

Aerona

Aerona noticed Flogir's position, and not knowing many offensive spells, she put a strong shield spell on Flogir, knowing that it would buy him the time he needed to get back up unscathed.

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[The Metal Mallet]

Voltar

Voltar cursed as the beast leaped from the wall in order to open the gates. He looked to the mage beside him. "We need to get that gate closed! Quickly!" he shouted at him before casting a firewall on the opposite of the wall to temporarily hold back the undead that had not entered the streets yet.

Once completely with that, he heard the beast speak in Akaviri. It was challenging Rann. Using the increased power of the Staff of Worldly Demise, Voltar placed a potent Shield spell on Rann, hoping that would suffice until he got the gate closed.

Amrita

When Amrita appeared the lizard beast had began to charge Rann. Great, now I gotta save him from that!? she cursed before withdrawing her crossbows. She fired, the poison tipped, armour piercing bolts at the lizard. She hoped the hide of that thing wouldn't stop them. For all she knew the creature could be immune to poison like the Argonians.

She readied a shadow shard, wondering how potent this creature's mind would be to her temporarily increased "powers".

[Lord Revan]

Karn

Seeing this new creature, Karn immediately made two assumptions. There were clear differences between this being and Argonians and Akaviri snakemen. The armor it wore was of some design he could not identify. All of these unknowns forced Karn to make a decision born from his original opportunistic self, study the unknown.

This meant he had to watch as it fought his current allies, something that was unusually hard for him to accept, they were indisposable at this point. I will intervene if necessary, He concluded.

Plys'Iea

Having fast enough reflexes, the alien noticed the Dunmer sidestepping and prepared for his reaction before he completely passed the elf. His spines detected the tiny projectiles one of the females fired, but they richochetted off of his heavy armor.

Having prepared to missed, he first cancelled out his downward movement by slamming his hands into the pavement. Then his legs kicked out to launch him upward again, flying towards a nearby building. Just like with the pavement, the alien used his momentum to plant himself on the vertical wall long enough to change direction.
Flipping backward, he gripped his staff and reversed back toward the group. Shifting in mid-flight, the warrior sailed toward the Dunmer again, swinging his staff for a two-handed strike. Even if he missed, the strength of the hit would likely send a few pieces of stone shrapnel flying.

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann dodged again, but instead of a calculated evasion, it was closer to fleeing. He frantically rolled out of the way, barely avoiding certain death.

He was rewarded for his efforts with a shower of stones broken loose from the force of his opponent's blow, and couldn't help but be glad that it was the wall being hit and not his skull.

"Impressive," he muttered, suddenly regretting getting himself into this fight. He still didn't lose heart though, as he often found himself up against opponents he shouldn't, and somehow he was still alive.

He stood up as quickly as he could, and dusted himself off, suddenly aware of the many small cuts on his arms from the stone shards. He mentally shrugged them off, and stared his enemy in the eye as he readied himself for another attack.

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

He stared back into the Dunmer's eyes, and hissed in his own tongue. "You may dodge all you like; fight back and your death will be much quicker and more honorable than if I am forced to make several more small wounds."
Then he spun on his heel, his staff swinging around to swipe the elf's legs out from under him.

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

The Silhouette, Outside the city


The Silhouette felt something, one of his servants was not doing what he wanted. It did not matter, he would not lose. The dead army was in full attack, now was the time, he would not send his huge Tsaeci armies just yet, no this was for the dead and the goblins. Suddenly he appeared next to the goblin chief.

"You know your orders quite well...quite well indeed, crush them, I will get you into the gates, the bandits and vampires will follow, then I will lead my men in" he hissed, the goblin smiled in reply. He ran out and bellowed orders in a very harsh sounding tongue. Thousands of goblins poured out of their tents and cheered.

"Charge now!!" The Sillhouette's cold voice rang throughout the camp. Thousands of goblins thundered towards the bridge, with the Silhouette disappearing in a wisp of smoke and reappearing by the bridge. He uttered a few words and the bridge glowed, any attempts at destroying it would be thwarted, unless they knew the counter charm in akaviri. Soon bandits and vampires prepared to follow the goblins, and then one of the two Tsaeci hordes. This was it.

OOC: They are going to capture the Talos Plaza district, then it will be a slow siege for the other sections. Because the city has many other walls, breaking in is only the first part, this battle should be quite long.



Dalrus, Battlements


Dalrus had followed Rann and Aerona to the battlements and fired off blasts of fire at all the zombies near her. She fired off a particularly powerful blast that enveloped four zombies who turned into ash. Suddenly a mage climbed up the wall, more than likely through a sticking spell to his feet. He shot a blast of electricity at her, fortunately she knew the counter spell and it simply disappeared on her shock shield. She shot ice towards him, but his counter spell also worked.

The fight when on for some time as the two mages dueled, blasts of fire, ice and electricity glowed, this mage was obviously not an a beginner. Suddenly Dalrus recognized him, it was the former arch mage, she knew he had disappeared but wasn't sure why, the spell of the Silhouette was strong enough that the mage was now just a servant to the Silhouette's will. Blast after blast were repelled and blocked, finally Dalrus telekenetically hurled a stone that had broken from the battlement at the arch mage. He stopped it, but while trying to throw it back at her she fired a stunning spell at him. He collapsed and she pulled him away from the fighting. She would have to find the counter spell in order to save him from going to the Silhouette again.

Then she saw the fight Rann was in...

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint grumbled under his breath. The bottle of flin was tied to his belt.
,,Great, I blew through most of my Magicka during last battle. So no jumping or Daedric bow and arrows combo. Bloody brilliant, I hate melee."


He took in the situation as he arrived. Undead were crawling up the walls and one large......thing was trying to kill Rann.
,,Flogir and the soldiers against masses of zombies, they'll be able to last a while. Can't say the same for Rann, even with the third child helping him. Alright, decision made. Let's hope I won't regret it."

A zombie that ha dmade it past the walls blocked his path. He unsheathed his blades and cleaved them down in a cross-pattern, striking at both sides of the neck. Then he reversed his grip and tore both blades through the zombies abdomen. The rotten flesh parted easily and the thing fell apart.

The giant creature swung its weapon at Rann's legs.
,,Crap, I'm going to be too late like that. Old legs aren't meant for running." Flint thought and did the only thing that got into his mind. He sacrificed some of his Magicka to put a telekinetic hold on those chains that were tied to the staff. He doubted he could overpower the musculature of that thing, but hopefully he would slow its swing far enough to give Rann the chance to dodge.

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[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann saw what was happening, but he knew that even his fast reflexes couldn't get out of the way of that bone-crushing strike.

But something slowed it. Rann didn't know what it was, and he didn't much care, all he knew was that he had his opening. He jumped back, so that the staff hit only air, reversing his grip on his sword as he did, and immediately reversed his direction, jumping towards the strange creation, his sword held high over his head for a strike at the head.

OOC: swipe him away

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

The supernatural intervention perplexed the alien, but when the Dunmer moved to attack him, his counter-attack met no such impedement. His arm lashed out, barely visible and struck the Dunmer in the chest, sending the elf sprawling back.

The alien noticed one of his adversaries was attampting to close the gates. Spinning around, he vaulted half of the distance, and then used his momentum to close it. The ALien swung his staff in a flurry of succesive strikes at the Altmer.

[Dantrag]

Rann

Rann was surprised as what felt like a solid brick wall hit him square in the chest. The wind was knocked out of him, and he lost his grip on his blade. He landed on his back a few feet away from where his enemy stood, and he lay there for a few moments before finally sitting up. As he did, waves of pain washed over him, and he figured that he had a broken rib or two.

He finally stood, and his opponent had decided to change targets. He looked around quickly to try to find his dropped sword, but was unable to locate it. Being unable to to give chase, he pulled out his bow and fired an arrow after the beast.

The thing he forgot, though, in his focus on the more dangerous foe, was the fact that there were lesser undead around, so he was forced to deal with them instead. He was doing more hitting with his bow in the close quarters, and it was less than effective.

[Florodine of Hlaalu]

Dalrus, Battlements


Dalrus left the body of the Arch mage on a bench and continued to look where she could be of some help. Many battles were going on over the wall, but the soldiers were holding the zombies at bay. Only one section of the wall seemed to be heavily disputed and that was where a giant lizard was fighting. Dalrus slowly worked her way to the section where Rann was, stopping here and there to kill zombies. Finally she arrived to find Rann surrounded by Zombies and only a bow out.

Dalrus uttered the words and fire shot out from three different places on her palm. The undead were hit and enveloped in flame. When the fire disappeared all that was left was three piles of ash. Dalrus then saw a mage nearby, killing soldiers along the wall by magically pushing them over the side. She fired wave after wave of ice and the mage's feeble blocking spells were overwhelmed. He collapsed, his skin completely frost bitten and dead.

"Rann, you need to get out of here, it looks like two of your ribs are broken, you'll be safe in the Tiber Septim, and I will find a healer," she said worriedly. She kissed him and then continued to kill the undead coming near them. The battle looked like it was going well when suddenly the horns of goblins could be heard in the distance. Dalrus looked towards the ridge to find the banners of the various tribes come into view...



The Silhouette, Near Lake Remare


Thousands upon thousands of goblins and bandits were ready for his final signal, they cheered on the ridge as he flew above them, only his torso was not smoke, every other part of him seemed to be a vapor that allowed him to fly.

"Charge for victory, spare none, slaughter everyone in the city!" he hissed loud enough for all to hear him. "I will get you in!" With that the goblins and bandits charged in a huge mass towards the city. Bloodlust in their eyes they soon reached the bridge which had been stablized by the Silhouette. They sprinted up the slops to the gate waiting for the Silhouette's call, thousands more poured across onto the island. The Silhouette's voice soon rose abov the mob's.

"Igh nah hidek vo di ne mogh ne huro!" his voice rebounded throughout the city. Suddenly an enormous crack could be heard and then a deafening smash as the gate was wrenched open by the magical words, suddenly the iron sizzled off and into the air as the wood splintered into thousands of shards, killing many of the goblins, though nothing to really harm their numbers. The gates were so large that many pieces crashed through nearby windows of the plaza and a cart vendor who had been selling leather gloves to soldiers was speared by a piece. The Silhouette flew above the mass and landed on top of the gate house.

"Slaughter everyone!" his simple order was enough and thousands of goblins and bandits poured across the barrier. What had not happened in thousands of years had happened, a foreign enemy had broken into the Imperial City. Screams could already be heard as goblins filled the whole plaza running off into houses and slaughtering the inhabitants. Bandits had their way with many and screams of terror rose along with the cheers of the army. The Silhouette saw such barbarity as useless with lesser races, his tsaeci would not mix blood, but it was a useful tool of terror.

The Soldiers on the wall begand to scatter and run through to the gate houses of the other walls, closing them behind so the undead would not open the other sections of the city.

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

At the appearance of the Silhoutte and the destruction of the main gates all together, the alien warrior laughed, a deep, warbling vocalization. In Akaviri he said to the Altmer, "The end is near, you have failed!"

OCC: seeing as there's a sea of homicidal goblins, bandits and undead, I suggest everyone make the decision to teleport away with their one of the spellcasters.

Karn

Gazing up at the floating Silhoutte, Karn narrowed his eyes. "This isn't over," He said. All around Narza'Tai mages appeared in black smoke. "Come, this battle is not worth defeat!" Karn yelled to the other group members, urging them towards the spellcasters.

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[jack cloudy]

(Revan, I hope you don't mind me manipulating Vasha and the gang.)

Green-Root.

Green-Root had told most of the story, though he left out the Silhouette's involvement. It was then that the Narza'tai heard a faint noise. Vasha gestured at one of her men who went to the sewer mouth and peered out. When he came back, they could all see his distressed face.
,,The gate has been broken. Undead, goblins, scum. They're all pouring into the city." He reported.

Several hushed conversations erupted. After a moment, Vasha raised her hand, causing all to go mute.
,,This is a bad blow. Let's hope they don't get the clever idea of entering the sewers. Our defense isn't meant to stop invaders dropping down from the streets." Green-Root realized. He turned his back to the exit and gazed into the darkness. His hand curled tightly around the spear.

Messengers were sent to relay the news.
,,I wonder where Sensei is." One of the Narza'tai muttered.

Flint Ironwood.


,,Crap, crap and double crap! I'm too old for this!" Flint gasped as a true avalanche of bloodthirsty goblins seemed to descend on them.
,,And to think I played my trump card earlier this day. Crap, I'm so going to die!"

One of the green critters reached him and swung a bone. The Breton jumped over the attack and kicked it in the face. He then tore into its chest with one blade while swinging the other back to stop a zombie. More came to replace the fallen however. Now a battlescarred Nord challenged him with a Warhammer.
,,You will snap like a twig!" He howled and swung.

Flint ducked and felt the rush of air as that heavy block of solid iron sailed overhead.
,,Nope, I bend like a reed in the wind." He replied, vaulting backwards. The Nord charged. Flint threw his swords up into the air and drew the bottle of flin from his belt.
,,It worked a few years ago." He mumbled and threw it directly at his opponent. The man's furs were soaked by the liquid. He grinned.
,,Such a waste of alcohol!" He laughed. Flint cast a smirk.
,,Yup, a waste. But how do you like this?!" He answered and threw a fireball.

,,Alcohol and fire, it never mixes." He chuckled, running away from a crowd of goblins and one burning Nord.