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minque |
Aug 5 2007, 10:09 PM
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Wise Woman

Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!

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QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Aug 5 2007, 11:05 PM)  Issac
Standing near a window, he noticed all the soldiers gathered outside. As the soldier moved to the gates, Issac turned and left his room, intent on joining the troops. Downstairs, he ran into Rann and Satyana.
The Altmer stopped, then said to Rann. "I've very close to cursing you right now, Rann, but this isn't the time. Are you just going to sit there a sip wine, or are you going to make yourself useful and join the soldiers rushing out of the gates to fight the Silhouette's army?"
Not even waiting, much less caring for, Rann's reaction, Issac turned to Satyana, placing on hand on her shoulder. "Satyana," he said softly to her. "We have to help them now."
SatyanaShe was relievd when Issac turned to her, she looked up at him and nodded; "I´ll come, dearest, anything you say" I must get away from the anger of my brother...I can´t stand to be near him just now
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aif�iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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Aug 6 2007, 05:06 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Aug 5 2007, 05:05 PM)  Issac
Standing near a window, he noticed all the soldiers gathered outside. As the soldier moved to the gates, Issac turned and left his room, intent on joining the troops. Downstairs, he ran into Rann and Satyana.
The Altmer stopped, then snapped at Rann. "I've very close to cursing you right now, Rann, but this isn't the time. Are you just going to sit there and sip wine, or are you going to make yourself useful and join the soldiers rushing out of the gates to fight the Silhouette's army?"
Not even waiting, much less caring for, Rann's reaction, Issac turned to Satyana, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Satyana," he said softly to her. "We have to help them now."
RannRann chose not to point out that Issac himself had been 'sipping wine' less than a minute ago. He sat there beside Dalrus for a few silent seconds, suddenly wondering what she thought about the situation; she was obviously in an awkward position, with her best friend and potential lover in a very serious and heated argument. He decided that he would understand if Dalrus sided with Satyana; he hadn't been in her life nearly as long, however, he didn't really want to find out her opinions just yet. He almost feared what they would turn out to be. Without another word, he stood and walked out the door, intending to join the army in its efforts, though he had no idea what the objective was. He had waited just long enough to join the group so that his place was far to the right of Issac and Satyana. He could see them both out of the corner of his eye, but refused to make contact with either. His hand had already unsheathed his katana, though he barely thought about it as they grew nearer to the two combatants that slowly became recognizable to Rann. Never thought I'd see those two fighting on the same side.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Lord Revan |
Aug 6 2007, 06:04 AM
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Master

Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA

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Ian and Karn
When a split second lull presented itself, Ian dropped down low, rolling onto his back. Spinning below waist level, his wrist blades sliced through leg muscles and bone. Suddenly, he stopped his rotation and aimed his spike skyward before thrusting it into the throat of the Akaviri leering down on him.
A burst of the snake's life-blood cascaded onto the kneeling vampire's head and torso, the dying Akaviri warrior's tail lashed out in its owner's death throes. Three oncoming zombies were knocked off their feet by the flailing appendage. Vampire and Dunmer glanced at each other for a split second, but neither voiced whatever they might have wanted to say. Ian rose from his kneeling position and drew his bow and a random bonemold arrow. The projectile froze the water-logged undead nearest to the duo.
Rather than continuing to fight at range, the agent slung his bow once again. As Ian did so, Karn summoned multiple shurikan and two nearby snakemen went down as the throwing stars sliced through their necks. This left a small but noticable gap around the two.
As if just now noticing the Morrowind soldiers, both stared at the full-scale battle taking place all around them. Ian indicated the hill with the familiar figures of Issac and Satyana with a flick of his head. Karn nodded before indicating the walls in a similar fashion. Without a word, Karn grabbed Ian's shoulder with one hand and both dissappeared in a black smoke. The duo reappeared on the same hill as Satyana and Issac, then before the latter could properly recognize the presense of both, Karn teleported away to the walls where Astratus stood.
This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Aug 6 2007, 06:05 AM
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Priest of Sithis |
Aug 6 2007, 06:34 PM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Astratus
Seeing Karn meant that his agents were safe and Astratus signaled to halt the offensive. Slowly, Astratus circled a small red flag above his head and held it perpindicular to his shoulder. With this signal calvary appeared, but there were not armored. They were a battle skill Astratus had developed, and the horses were bred for carrying heavy loads. The small riders darted around and picked up the wounded, riding them back to a makeshift medical station, then continuing the runs.
Astratus saw a final push by the snakemen, and saw the opposite shoreline not feeding troops into the water. The Silhouette was holding back, and Astratus started to pull his own back in.
Mannimaro
Mannimarco felt hatred and anger like he had never experienced before. He burned for battle, yet the snakemen and goblins stopped attacking, making Mannimarco furious. His undead were strong, but not strong enough to hold against the brunt of the city. He strode the shoreline, then found something that intrigued him, a small Bosmer killing a rabbit and bringing it back to life. Mannimarco smiled, and then walked over to him.
"What do they call you, my son?" Mannimarco inquired. The Bosmer turned to face Mannimarco and gasped. he stuttered out, "Prater, sir, Prater is my name." Mannimarco placed his hand on the Bosmer's head, and then asked, "How would you like to be my assistant, Prater?" The Bosmer looked terrified, but slowly nodded his head. "Good, good," Mannimarco said, "Just relax, death is the price, but you will have more power than you can imagine..." And a sickly purple light struck the Bosmer in the forehead, knocking him to his feet.
When Mannimarco recited the ancient Sload spell for recalling souls to Mundus, He felt his own soul twinge, and the Black Soul Gem grow hot. Gasping but finishing the spell, an aetherial form of Prater appeared, and he looked to be sleeping. Mannimarco infused the soul with Prater's body again, but Prater's body was dead. Mannimarco empowered the body with strong black magic, and Prater's eyes opened, but there was no life behind them.
"Why did you call me back," Prater said, and then a short pause later, "Master?" Mannimarco laughed, and then called his dead back to the shoreline.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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Lord Revan |
Aug 6 2007, 06:58 PM
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Master

Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA

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Plys'Iea Zealot
The butcher threw his head back, tearing a chunk of meat from the bear he'd killed earlier. Swallowing the meat, he noticed Mannimarco in his periphery. The alien watched as the necromancer defile the little child with dark magic.
Snorting in contempt at the wretched nature of such practices, he grasped his staff and rose from the corpse. Let the scavengers have it... Their more deserving than that man. Licking the blood off his snout, the warrior approached the necromancer disturbingly quiet for something of his size. Five feet away, he brought his staff smashing down to earth just to the boy's left. Despite being a relatively weak, one-handed display, the flail end of the staff sunk rather deep into the sand.
"Your kind sicken me, Maggot King." Tamrielic was not a language he could properly speak, save for a few small phrases, but Akaviri had not been too dissimilar from his people's. "You rely on the dead and living to give you power, you are weaker and more wretched than the creatures beneath our feet. If the Silhouette didn't need you as an ally, I would not hesitate ridding you of your existance."
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Priest of Sithis |
Aug 6 2007, 07:13 PM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Mannimarco
Sneering at the big lizard, Mannimarco ordered Prater to find something decent to drink for "our new friend." Sizing up the lizard, Mannimarco turned his back, then spun around with a deadly curse. It rebounded off the armour and killed a goblin carrying a pile of wood.
"Apologies, my lizard friend, it seems you and I are alike. We take what we want and we put those who are weaker in their place." Mannimarco placed a hand on his staff and pointed to the Black Soul Gem, glowing in power. "You'd never guess what's in there..."
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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Lord Revan |
Aug 6 2007, 09:48 PM
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Master

Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA

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Plys'Iea
He watched the small logs the goblin had been carrying roll away from the corpse. What a waste of life, The alien thought to himself. When Mannimarco indicated the soul gem on the head of the staff, the killer shut his eyes and shook his head, "foul sorcerer."
There was no possibility that the necromancer could understand the insult, given the fact that no one present, not even the Silhoutte could or would understand his native language. The spines coming out of his back vibrated slightly as they picked up all the movement nearby, from the small flock of birds over head to the numerous goblins and other indiginous species making up the Silhouette's army.
"However, it is clear that your views on life and death are not at all the same as mine. That is enough of a difference." The death reaper turned and stalked away, seeking to distance himself from the lesser creature. If only I could put him in his place...... his grave for eternity!
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Priest of Sithis |
Aug 7 2007, 01:17 AM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Mannimarco
"Ah ah ahh, my spiny friend, turning your back on someone is grounds for disrespect, and I'll not have that here," Mannimarco chided, ordering his minions to surround the alien. Mannimarco felt for a psychic presence in the lizard, but he could not connect with the mental wavelengths, adding confusion to Mannimarco's view of the newcomer. "We mustn't have disrespect among collegues, and I have not properly introduced myself, I am the King of Worms, Mannimarco, and I have existed for almost three Ages. Killing me is not so simple, you see, and I have dominance over death."
Mannimarco strode over to the tall creature, and looked him dead in the eyes, he got very close to the lizard, and whispered, "You may want to kill me, you may not, however, my reasons for this fight are my own. I will avoid you if you do not hinder me. There are more things going on here than you know," Mannimarco turned and left.
He thought to himself about the three heirs and their blood, and the skull of Reman Cyrodill, and the possibility of unlocking power few have ever attained. He pondered this as he walked towards the Silhouette.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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Lord Revan |
Aug 7 2007, 02:27 AM
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Master

Joined: 6-May 06
From: Texas, USA

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Plys'Iea
As the necromancer left, the alien stared at the zombies in contempt. He considered defeating the entire horde of zombies around him but gave up the errant thought..... at least until the one had had been facing made a revolting gaging noise at the nine-foot-tall reptilian creature before it.
In a act of defiance towards Mannimarco, the Plys'Iea swung his staff in a wide arc, the sharp spikes of the flail end grabbing the decaying corpse. The rotting flesh severed easily was the zombie was flung over the warrior's shoulder. Still needing to vent his frustration, the alien clenched his fist and slammed into another walking corpse. In a disgusting spectacle, the armored fist went through the abomination's torso, sinking all the way to the elbow.
Kicking the corpse off of his arm, he glared at the other mindless mosters. Who stared dumbly at him as if he didn't exist. THIS IS MADNESS!!! Taking his staff again, the alien swung several heavy swings in rapid succession, sending a couple dozen sombies flying back and off to the side, and twice as many severed limbs took flight as well. When the zombies in the immediate area were cleared out, the Plys'Iea stood silently. Staring off into the distance, wishing as he had millions of times since being left behind that he was not alone on this world. A decayed head rested at his feet.
Miserably, the alien smashed it under his boot. Silently, he cursed the King of Worms, the embodiment of everything he loathed about this perverse world.
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Priest of Sithis |
Aug 7 2007, 02:56 AM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Mannimarco
Venting his frustration, Mannimarco sent the Black Soul Gem into a corpse. He did not understand why he was doing it, but, he did it just the same. Mannimarco enabled the corpse to talk and he asked Kirana, "Girl, you died to kill me, correct? Why? Why end your life that way? How do you know your soul won't be tormented by daedra in Oblivion? How do you know that Sithis won't swallow you in the Void? How do you know...Argh...Nevermind..." And Mannimarco waited for a response.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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Dantrag |
Aug 7 2007, 06:52 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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Cerpin
I found it years ago on a thief. You see, he tried to rob me one day while I was traveling In Summerset Isle. I began to win the fight with the use of many fortification spells and a devastating fireball. The theif's body was barely recognizable through the burns, but he used his glove to take my unharmed form and ran away. I was determined to get my own form back, so after a few tormenting hours of healing the strange body I was in, I tracked the thief down, and this time stole his glove to get my own body back. I ended up killing the thief in the ensuing fight, and claimed the glove as my own. I only use it in the most desperate times. Like now, for instance.
The story was a false one, but there was no way for Ian to see that, especially since Cerpin sent mental images to go along with the story. He did have every intention of helping Ian and the others defeat Mannimarco and the Silhouette, but he doubted that Ian would appreaciate the real story, which involved using the souls of his spellcasting family to enchant the glove.
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Priest of Sithis |
Aug 7 2007, 07:44 PM
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Knower

Joined: 7-March 07
From: Ry'leh

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Mannimarco
Growling with rage, Mannimarco yelled, "Silence wench!" And he sealed the mouth of the undead. He said, "I still have my body, and Mannmimarco fears nothing!" A burning rage rose within Mannimarco, yet, he felt like she saw right through him. No one could know what Mehrunes Dagon did to his soul during the temporary stay in Oblivion. He spoke again, "I have existed for almost three Ages! I will be here until the last breath is breathed, then there will be only the dead!" And he tore the jewel out of the undead, and replaced it on his staff.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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