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Lord Revan

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Let's continue boys and girls
The Metal Mallet
Amrita

Amrita just happened to look up at the right moment to see the kiss. Before she could control herself, she groaned loudly in annoyance, but quickly silenced herself as she realized what she had done.

Talking didn't actually remove her invisibility among the shadows, but it could still draw enough attention to warrant a detect life spell which could reveal her. Instintively, she rushed over to an alleyway, hoping that if a spell were used, they'd think she was an alley cat of some sorts.

From the alleyway, she continued to watch the couple, her bottom lip being bitten in self anger.
Florodine of Hlaalu
Dalrus, The Imperial City


Dalrus was surprised despite the fact that she expected to be kissed. She had never kissed someone so affectionately and she enjoyed every moment of it. Her eyes closed she continued to kiss him tenderly. She wasn't sure but she thought she felt the wind blow a little harder as they stood there, and the situation seemed to brighten, who cared about the snakemen anyway?
Dantrag
Rann

Rann's senses told him that something wasn't quite right, and he'd heard a strange sound, but he ignored his better judgement in favor of the beautiful woman he was lucky enough to be with at the moment.

When the moment ended, and they put a bit of space between them, Rann whispered, "Don't look, but I think we're being followed. Act natural, but stay alert."

I guess a moment's peace is too much to ask for. he thought bitterly, having half a mind to seek out and thrash their unknown follower for putting a halt to their affections.
Florodine of Hlaalu
Dalrus, Imperial City


Dalrus winked at him to let him know she understood and the two continued on their walk, more alert, but holding hands. She was going to fry the person who stopped their moment of affection, and hoped she would have a chance to see who it was. She couldn't help thinking about the moment a few minutes ago and smiled. Then she wondered how Satyana would take it.
Dantrag
Rann

He walked along beside Dalrus, looking around while not making it obvious that he was doing so. He wasn't sure if this follower was malicious or just nosy, and that lack of knowledge made him a little uneasy.

He considered calling out their unwanted visitor, but he'd almost died for similar mistakes and it wasn't something he wanted to risk with Dalrus around, so they just walked back towards the Tiber Septim. Rann's hope was that the amount of people around the hotel would discourage the sneaky follower.
minque
Satyana

While having her drink she wondered where Rann was

"Did he leave ,Issac? "she asked.. "And was it Dalrus I saw?...I wonder, Rannie used to have a soft spot for her" Satyana laughed, not at all displeased by that...Dalrus was ok....also as sister-in-law!

Brianna

"Why of course we need some kind of priest, to do the formal thing" Brianna smiled, " but we can as well ....do other things in the meantime. They might still have a room left at the Tiber Septim....so Rahvin, my dear, shall we?"

Brianna leaned forward to kiss him....

"Mmmm.....Rahv....I like the smell of you"
Lord Revan

Issac

Despite the relatively good quality of the wine, the taste was lacking, but then, he had heard that you had to "acquire taste" for some wine. Still, Issac managed to hide his grimace as the liquid went down his throat.

He looked up when Satyana brought up Rann leaving with Dalrus. As she spoke a large grin spread over his face, he found it just as amusing as she did. "I don't think he ever lost that soft spot. I'll bet that they will walk back in here, hand in hand."
As he turned to look at the tavern entrance, Issac spotted the two walk in. Seeing them holding hands, Issac had to turn around to hide the fierce smile that he wore. After a few moments he succeeded in calming down.
Florodine of Hlaalu
The Silhouette, Outside the city


While the city was surrounded by most of his army, dissappearances were happening over the rest of Cyrodiil. People who might have been able to ralley a defense for the city would suddenly leave without warning. Fear struck the hearts of people in almost all the provinces, for it was not just in Cyrodiil that these kidnappings happened. No where seemed safe and with the continent mostly under his control, besides the defense the escape of the Morrowind army to the Imperial City.

While the Silhouette had not directly taken control of the continent, he would kidnap the leaders before any action would be taken, a lot of people refused to believe something was going on in Cyrodiil, and turned a blind eye.
Priest of Sithis
Mannimarco

Suddenly, the King of Worms felt the vampire with three souls enter the immediate area. Mannimarco knew that the black soul gem was on its way, but he needed more time for it to arrive. Casting a ball of black energy, Mannimarco shot it off in the direction that the vampire's presence was strongest. The ball exploded sending tendrils of energy randomly off into the army. The black energy removed skin and tore through armour, and Mannimarco made another spell ready.

The King of Worms felt the soulgem draw closer, but it was still too far away.

Astratus

Walking back to his tent, and feeling good about himself for the first time in a long while, Astratus breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Karn sitting in his tent. "Evening, let's get down to business, shall we?" Astratus said, sitting across from Karn.

There was a strong urge to grab for a drink, but Astratus suppressed it, and then said, "I have had my men looking for you for a while, but no matter, there are more imortant thing to talk about. There is a sewer system in the city, and also the docks are unguarded. I do not have the men for a dock defence and a sewer defence, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind reinforcing one of these positions so I can focus troops on a different strategical point."
Lord Revan

Ian, facing off

Ian got up slowly. When sudden motion appeared on his enhanced senses, the vampire lept back and rolled on the moist grass to evade the percieved attack. He looked around to survey the results, two out of a trio of goblins nearby were shredded by the attack.

And from the screams of pain and outrage Ian heard, the cuyrse had struck more of the army. Maybe we'll get lucky, and they'll attack Mannimarco. He thought dryly. Cloaking his form, Ian moved off.

Now that Mannimarco had kindly given away his position, the vampire went on hunter's instinct, and made to stalk his target. Sprinting in a gently curving path toward a nearby wooden watch tower. Ian vaulted halfway up the twelve foot tall structure and then climbed the ladder to the top.

Upon reaching the observation point, the vampire spotted a mixed group of goblins, maruaders, and all the other groups whose members were apparently struck with Mannimarco's indiscriminate sorcery. As they made their way to the necromancer lord, Ian retrieved his bow and a bonemold arrow from one of his quivers.
The arrow had an freezing aura to it, this should give the necromancer a rude awakening. Ian tunred his attention inward for a few moments. "I'll have to concentrate to make this, tell me if anything tries to attack while I'm still aiming."

Karn, Astratus' Tent

He nodded slightly to the commander's greeting. "The funny things is," the Dunmer said casually. "Is that my kin are already held up in the sewers. That is the reason your men couldn't locate us, we've already gotten used to the smell."

"Oh," Karn added matter-of-factly. "There shouldn't be a rat problemin the Imperial City for a long time, we killed them all and piled them up in places where disease could fester without impeding our movements."

"Only the southern, eastern, and southeastern entrances are accessable from outside the city. But we have placed those under our guard."
Dantrag
Rahvin

He knew that Brianna was wanting a kiss, but instead of giving it, he scooped her up and began to carry her up the stairs.

Aerona

Aerona spotted Rann and Dalrus entering the hotel again, and decided not to miss a second opportunity to do what needed to be done.

"Excuse me," she said to Sadril as she lifted her skirts and walked quickly down the stairs, almost running straight into Rahvin and Brianna.

"Rann!" she called as she neared the couple, choosing to ignore the fact that Issac and Satyana would know who betrayed them.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked quietly once she was standing in front of them, "Alone?"

Rann

Rann had barely crossed the threshold of the doorway when Aerona appeared. He was a little fearful, hoping Dalrus wouldn't think that Aerona was any sort of competition. He just felt a little responsible for the emotionally fragile vampire girl.

"Uh, sure," he answered, "I'll be right there."

As Aerona moved towards a secluded corner of the common room, Rann gave Dalrus a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'll be right back."

He met Aerona at a table across the room from their companions.

"What's going on?" he asked, pulling up a chair.

"You didn't hear this from me, but I had to tell you. I mean, you did save me from that creep a few weeks ago, and I thou-"

"Just spill it," Rann urged, realizing that Aerona was nervously rambling.

Aerona told him then of the conspiracy. Everything she knew that Satyana, Issac, and Ian had said in the room. Rann was shocked. Not that he didn't expect something like this from Ian or Issac, but Satyana? That felt like a stab in the back.

"Thanks for telling me," he said to Aerona as he stood and made his way towards Issac and Satyana's table.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked politely. It was obvious that something had him fired up, and it was obvious that the niceties came with difficulty.

Cerpin

There's a goblin coming from your right, but you've got time if you fire in the next five seconds. he informed Ian.
Lord Revan
OCC: I was thinking of hitting 'Marco painfully, but not in a down-for-the-count way....

Issac

Issac picked up the strain in Rann's voice, something he had grown quite used to in these months of traveling with him. He shook his head, answering Rann's question, although he maintained no illusions that denying Satyana's brother would change anything.

"So, do you want some wine? I haven't really developed a taste for it." The Altmer asked, the offer a pathetic attampt at quenching Rann's flames. Doesn't this feel familiar? I guess it won't take more than a few heartbeats to find out what has Rann in this fine mood..... Issac mused pessimisticly, subtly bracing himself.

Ian

Without reply, the vampire let the frost bonemold fly. He watched for a heartbeat before jumping off his tower. Landing on the shack which provided foundation for the tower, Ian looked to see the arrow sink itself into the King of Worms' arm, just below the shoulder.

A thin coating of ice crawled up and down the necromancer lord's arm, partially encasing his shoulder. It was at that point at which the goblin he had been warned about approached him. Having not witnessed the shot, the goblin mogrel didn't know whether this man before it was friend or foe.
When the vampire went on its way after glancing at the goblin, the goblin could only assume it wasn't an enemy and followed suit.
Dantrag
Rann

He had been just about to let them both have it, but then he remembered that he had left Dalrus standing in the doorway. He most certainly didn't want to offend her by leaving her alone in the doorway, and she probably didn't want to witness the verbal fight that was sure to happen. That moment of pause allowed him time to think before he acted. He decided then that he would be able to do more if they didn't know that he knew. He visibly calmed and while that flame of anger inside him was quenched, there was still a fierce ember glowing.

"Yeah, I'll take wine," he answered while he got Dalrus's attention and motioned for her to join them.
minque
Brianna

"Oh!" she said when Rahvin ran up the stairs with her in his arms. She didnīt mind though...not at all. She held her arms tight around his neck, burying her face at his throat....feeling quite happy...as a matter of fact..happier than she ever had felt in her entire life. Her childhood had been strange, she was often left alone because her mother had better things to do than looking after her. Then her short life as Jadierīs mistress, now that wasnīt so bad, but even he had very little time for her. Now she felt that Rahvin would be with her....take care of her and above all...love her!

Brianna sighed out of sheer joy....

At least I will die happy! But no!! I shouldnīt be thinking like that!

Satyana

She had no idea why Rann acted weird. Because he did! Nobody eles seemed to notice, but she difd! Ran was angry..angry with her! She could feel it, but she had no idea why....Issac offered him some wine, and he acted civil, but Satyana had the feeling he actually wanted to smack Issac right in his face....and what he wanted to do with her...she could very well guess....and she didnīt like it at all.

Satyana was afraid of her brother.....very much afraid. Dalrus presence was probably the only thing that stopped him from.....hurting her. Oh aye, she was convinced that her brother wouldnīt hesitate hurting her if he found it to be the right thing to do.

She decided to say nothing....but she prepared herself to defend both Issac and hesrelf if Rann would do something. Rann wasnīt a magician....but she was and she wouldnīt hesitate to use magic on her brother in order to defend Issac....and herself!


OOC: Honestly, Danny, I have no idea why Rann is so angry with Issac and Satyana! I read back but I still donīt understand! blink.gif
Priest of Sithis
Mannimarco

Cursing in an ancient tongue, Mannimarco felt for the vampire. The ice began to slow his thoughts, so Mannimarco cast a fire spell on his arm, incinerating it. Pain swirled in torrents in his mind, yet he kept his composure and noticed the vampire away near a tower. "Sniping bast---," was all Mannimarco could say before a courgeous goblin with his left arm missing took a swing at him. Mannimarco punched into the goblin's chest with his bad arm and drained life out of the goblin, converting it back into his arm.

"Any other challengers?" Mannimarco yelled as a sickly green light swirled around his injured arm. No one else approached Mannimarco, and the King of Worms felt the vampire in his thoughts. "So we like to play with ice, do we?" He muttered to himself. Weaving a tangled web of ice that he had cast on Issac and on a knight a long time ago, Mannimarco dropped the weave from the sky, missing on purpose, but only to distract the vampire.

Mannimarco then shot a wave of blood from one of the resurrected zombies towards Ian, crimson streaking across the field like an arrow. Mannimarco then used his mind to connect with Ian's vampire legs, compeling them to stop moving. Mannimarco ran towards the vampire, brandishing his staff and sending multicolored lights towards him, each with their own potent death spells.
Lord Revan

Ian, putting up a fight

The unexpected impact of the huge chunk of ice on the ground near him cuased Ian to stumble slightly. When the stream of old blood, his grey robes became covered in the dark maroon liquid. While some vampires could drink all manner of blood, Ian spit the zombie's half-coagulated blood out of his mouth.

By then he was getting annoyed, but the anger skyrocketed when he toppled to the ground without warning. "Compassion," the vampire swore as he dug his wrist blades into the soil. Using them for leaverage, he launched himself a couple meters away, rolling in mid-flight.

Several curses flew past where he had been moments ago. Quickly, Ian drew his bow again and nocked an arrow with a fiery aura. This one seemed to have an area effect, so Ian aimed at the ground a little ways ahead of the charging Mannimarco.
Counting on the arrow's momentum to cause the fire enchantment to wash over his target, Ian let the arrow fly.
Priest of Sithis
Mannimarco

Watching the arrow land and suddenly burst into flame startled Mannimarco, and he only had time for a minor shield spell. The burnt smell of flesh and the hemmes of his robes went into Mannimarco's nostrils, and made him furious. "I am not losing this body!" he yelled as he stormed through the embers of the spell.


Mannimarco reached out with his hand and felt for the dead blood on Ian. He caused the blood to weigh septuple its own weight. Mannimarco projected a nightmare he suffered in Oblivion on a psychic wave that was ghastly white in appearence. He sent it hurtling towards the vampire to explode in energy when it reached its destinations. He ran next to a rogue mage and screamed, "Give me your magicka!" as he placed his hand on the mage's hand and drained him. The husk that was the mage fell to the ground, and Mannimarco used this last bit of magicka to summon the Black Soul Gem to his person. "Now you die a second time, slave!"

OOC: Not intending to kill, Ian should be able to get away, Mannimarco is almost empty.

Astratus

"Most interesting that you have already made safe the sewers. Do you need anything, I can spare little, but you are putting your lives on the line for a city that you don't even need." After he spoke, he said to himself, "That no one needs..." Muttering on about the pointlessness of the city, Astratus turned back to Karn and offered him a drink. Astratus poured himself a glass of wine, then he stood up and unbuckled everything but his sword. He placed his things back in their places and sat back down across from Karn.
Dantrag
Cerpin

I know that I taught you that dispel spell for just this moment, he began, But I think reflect would be a bit more ironic, right? Trap him in his own soulgem?

It's a good plan, but you have to time it perfectly; you can't casst it too early and tip him off, but you can't do it too late and doom us all. Think you're up for it?
Lord Revan
OCC: Let's just say that Mannimarco lost his control over Ian's legs when he got scorched. The SIlhouete is free to appear anytime now, Florodine. Patholos can witness this, too.

Ian, fighting to the last

Even as he was burdened by the increased wieght of the blood covering him, Ian was relieved that the corrupting influence over his body had subsided. Even as Mannimarco sapped the magical strength of another mage, the vampire strained to lift himself up into a hunched, standing position.

The psychic wave covered half the distance, by the time Ian reacted to it. Chanting the first incantation that came to mind, the vampire was thrown through the air when the hex struck. Skidding across the ground, Ian noticed two things, the burden spells was waning somewhat, and his fortified magical reserves increased dramatically.

"An absorb magic spell, I didn't get all the magicka, but it seems that Mannimarco is running low anyway..." He muttured aloud to himself and his two soulbound allies. Less affected by the burden, Ian jumped to his feet.

With the extra magic, the vampire cast fortify strength upon himself and heating his wrist blades to red hot. The decaying flesh of the three zombie slaves parted easily as scorching steel sliced through them.
Dantrag
Rann

Rann poured his own glass of wine as he looked at the woman across from him. He couldn't help but realize that he and Satyana were drifting apart. It was partly his fault, he had to admit, but in his mind it was mostly hers. First she ignored his pleadings and refused to sit out the fight with Soldin and cost two lives that meant a lot to him. Now she went as far as backstabbing.

All I've ever tried to do is protect her and this is how I'm repaid. Well no more; I've learned my lesson.

His glass now full of the red wine, he held it up as he proposed a toast, "To loyal friends and family."
Lord Revan

Issac

Reluctantly, he answered Rann's toast and hid his grimace as he sipped the wine. Issac also held the urge to ask Rann right then and there what had him in such a fine mood. For some reason, he had a sinking feeling that this wasn't the typical exagerrated issue that they were all so used to.

Well, any time now, Issac thought to himself as he set his glass down.
minque
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Aug 3 2007, 05:50 AM) *

Rann

Rann poured his own glass of wine as he looked at the woman across from him. He couldn't help but realize that he and Satyana were drifting apart. It was partly his fault, he had to admit, but in his mind it was mostly hers. First she ignored his pleadings and refused to sit out the fight with Soldin and cost two lives that meant a lot to him. Now she went as far as backstabbing.

All I've ever tried to do is protect her and this is how I'm repaid. Well no more; I've learned my lesson.

His glass now full of the red wine, he held it up as he proposed a toast, "To loyal friends and family."

Satyana

She looked at her brother...she had this gift of sort of "knowing" or rather sensing what was going on in peopleīs minds..not that she was a thorough mind-reader, oh no, the only one who really could do that was her grandmother. But some of her gift had spilled over to Satyana.

What she "sensed" in Rannīs mind did not make her happy...ok she made a mistake, a severe one, that cost Soldin his life

By Nirn am I sorry for that!..It haunts me constantly, and I have to live with it..live with knowing I caused someoneīs death, someone I cared for even more than you Rann!

But it was more! She had a strong feeling Rann thinks she betrayed him in some way!....But that was not her intention! She merely wanted to be loyal to the man she loved and intended to spend the rest of her life with!

Surely Rann would understand?...Or wouldnīt he? Sometimes he was not as mature as she expected him to be....sometimes he let feelings rule instead of really trying to see beyond what people did and what their motifs were for certain actions.

Satyana decided not to take up some conversation with her brother...she just sat quiet and sipped her wine...
Florodine of Hlaalu
The Silhouette, Near the Imperial City


A large whisp of smoke seemed to be flying in the air towards Mannimarco and Ian. Soon, however, it began to take shape and the Silhouette landed without a noise near the two combantants. He smiled, a very evil dark smile and prepared his magic.

"Nanic'a," he uttered in Akaviri. A blast of purple energy poured out of the Silhouette's hand's toward Ian, a very hard curse that most could not support, a curse that simply killed.



Dalrus, Tiber Septim


Dalrus took her seat next to Rann and smiled at Satyana. She then noticed that there was some animosity between Rann and Satyana, could these be the brother and sister who Dalrus had left many months before? She raised her glass and repeated "To loyal friends and family," and with that she took a small gulp of wine.
Lord Revan
OCC: I don't know for a fact that simply impeding a spell saves you, but I had to come up with something that didn't involve magic too complex for Ian. Note: The illusions aren't solid like Karn's carbon copies, and these spells should be within Ian's compacity as a master illusionist.

Ian

The Silhouete's appearance crushed the chance that Ian had to finish Mannimarco. As the Akaviri curse blasted toward him, Ian thought fast. He threw his durable steel shield at the oncoming attack, broadside facing toward the curse.

The curse struck the physical shield, which cracked as if suddenly turned to brittle glass and shattered. As the fragments fell to the ground, Ian made a choice, live to fight again. The vampire cast two powerful illusions, a red mist engulfed him and billowed over much of the area, twenty look-alikes appeared with him inside the viel.

With the ever-expanding red cload hiding the twenty-one red-robed vampires, Ian and his entourage made their escape.
Florodine of Hlaalu
The Silhouette, Outside IC


OOC: Yeah that would work.


IC: The Silhouette smiled, he liked a challenge, he began fireing off curses at many of the copies. Some disappeared while some dodged the attacks, he continued to fire at them though he made no move to chase them, afterall, they would die eventually.
Lord Revan
Ian

As his copies were attacked, Ian made full use of his vampiric speed and agility. Closing the distance to Lake Rumare in a matter of seconds.

Just shy of the water, he vaulted, casting burden and water-breathing with his remaining magicka reserves.
As soon as he hit the water, Ian began to sink toward the bottom. With the burden spell keeping him from surfacing, the vampire was able to stride across the floor of the lake back to the Imperial City.
Priest of Sithis
Mannimarco

A Black Soul Gem pits the holder's soul against the soul of the victim, and Mannimarco knew this. Mannimarco felt the real vampire jump into the water, and he held the Black Soul Gem in place on his staff. Reciting the dark chant, Mannimarco sent a thin, gossamer-like line that was just on the edge of being physical, right into the water. It struck Ian and Mannimarco began to mentally recall the souls into the gem.

OOC: Ian ran out of magicka, so Mannimarco pounced, not intending to capture, technically, it's three on one, Ian and the others should win, however, an interesting twist it would be to have Kirana in the gem....

Patholos

The Shadow Eaters all grabbed for their weapons as the fight began, and a few copies of Ian approached Patholos and his band. "Trading sides?," They said in unison, and attacked Patholos and the others. Before they did any physical damage, they dissapated. A vampire and a few snakemen overheard Ian's copies, and they attacked Patholos and the Shadow Eaters.

The band fought valiantly towards the shore, leaving a swathe of corpses in their wake. Patholos and three others sustained greivous wounds, and two were already dead, leaving one man fighting fit. They made it to the shore, but were then attacked by the undead. All the wounded went down and each died valiantly. The one man who was unwounded had a free escape, but he came back for Patholos and another. The Shadow Eaters and Patholos began to swim accros the lake and hope that the archers Astratus had enplaced were on that side of the wall.

OOC: Tried to make a dramatic escape, Ian could or couldn't be aware of what the copies said, tried to make an innocent betrayal, Ian could come across if Revan decides to win the battle
Dantrag
Cerpin

Dispel! was all he had to communicate, hoping that Ian had indeed taken the spell to heart. If not, then there was no time to recite it again...

He felt the pull of the soul gem and prayed that Ian would cast soon enough.
Lord Revan
OCC: Kirana can be taken, all the more reason for Ian to murder (kill just doesn't describe it anymore) Mannimarco.

Ian

He barely understood Cerpin's single word, but racked his mind for the incantation. A heartbeat later, Ian began reciting it, but the affect of the black soul gem took affect before he could finish. The Black Soulgem pulled at the souls within Ian like a vacuum.

Ian braced himself and held himself with a rare resilience.
Priest of Sithis
Mannimarco

Sweat glistened on his forehead as he pulled with his mind. The exertion Mannimarco was putting on himself showed with obvious intensity. Mannimarco concentrated and drained all of his strength, in an obsessive and twisted manner, trying to collect the three souls. Tearing at the link, Mannimarco gasped out loud, grunting with effort at a thing that onlookers couldn't see.

Suddenly, the Black Soul Gem burst aflame, but, retained no physical damage. The flames turned green and then black, making the now spinning Gem look like an item from Oblivion. Mannimarco placed his off hand directly in front of him and shouted a spell that lifted the object casted at into the air. The spell took some of Mannimarco's strength, and the link wavered, but still held. The spell rocketed towards the water, then plunged its way into the depths.
Lord Revan

Ian

The cold shock accompanying the separation of one soul from his body stunned Ian. Suddenly, a medium sized rock a few paces infront of him stirred and rose at an angle. The rock grazed the vampire as it passed, making him lose his footing.

The empty feeling in Ian was hard to deal with, but his water-breathing spell was waning, so he hastened to the other side of Lake Rumare before it ended. As he rose from the water, tired emotionally and physically, the vampire stared back at the opposite shore.
"Who's still here?" The vampire asked, his mind so numb that he couldn't tell for certain if the remaining presense was Kirana or the other.
Dantrag
Cerpin

Just me, Cerpin answered, I'm sorry, Ian.

He did of course, know how to bring Kirana back, should her soul gem be discovered to be unused, but he had no idea of Mannimarco's plans for her soul, and he hated to bring it up to Ian.
Lord Revan
Ian, outside the City Walls

Clenching one hand into a fist he pointed the same arm's spike at the direction of the place he had fought at such a short time ago. "Then I'll cast him down to the depths of Oblivion, and oblige Mehrunes Dagon the pleasure of burning the Maggot King in his realm's fires." Ian swore with the greatest resolve.

"But not now...." The vampire said as he turned toward where he sensed Patholos and and the two Narza Tai Shadow Eaters. "Revenge won't come first....." Ian started walking toward where the unwounded Shadow Eater was going to come ashore.
Dantrag
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Aug 3 2007, 11:28 PM) *

Ian, outside the City Walls

Clenching one hand into a fist he pointed the same arm's spike at the direction of the place he had fought at such a short time ago. "Then I'll cast him down to the depths of Oblivion, and oblige Mehrunes Dagon the pleasure of burning the Maggot King in his realm's fires." Ian swore with the greatest resolve.

"But not now...." The vampire said as he turned toward where he sensed Patholos and and the two Narza Tai Shadow Eaters. "Revenge won't come first....." Ian started walking toward where the unwounded Shadow Eater was going to come ashore.


Cerpin

Just let me know when you need my help, he 'said'.

What are you doing now?
Lord Revan
OCC: From what I know about soul gems, the soul for lack of a better term in in a kind of stasis, and can't really have thoughts. I realize that Cerpin hasn't told Ian what the gloves do, but let's just go with it.

Ian

"First, I'm going to get back inside the city, get back to the group. Then I'll brake the news to them and them alone that Mannimarco is still blighting Tamriel with his continued existance...." He stopped for a moment.

"There's no point in telling them about Kirana, for all intents and purposes, she's dead, but all that matters to me is that she isn't gone." Ian had a thought, "Perhaps that glove of your could be of use."
Dantrag
Cerpin

It could, yes. And if you wouldn't mind helping me first, I wouldn't mind helping you get Kirana back and kill Mannimarco. Two people are better than one with a voice in his head.

He wondered if he should tell Ian that Kirana didn't want a body, but decided against it. He would help bring Kirana back if he could, and if she wanted to die from there she most certainly could.

Rann

Rann drank a large gulp after the toast, setting the empty wine glass down on the table immediately after. He was still deep in thought, thinking about how the number of people he actually trusted was slowly shrinking.

"Someone was following me and Dalrus," he said to Issac and Satyana, wondering if he could make them think that this mystery was what had him in a foul mood, "And I don't think he was friendly."
The Metal Mallet
Amrita

From the alleyway, Amrita suspected that Rann and his companion were heading back to the Tiber Septim based on the direction they were heading. For someone that was just making out with a lady, Rann was glancing around a little too casually and not paying as close attention to his lady-friend before Amrita had made her noise. Obviously he was suspicious now.

She decided she would head a different way to the Tiber Septim. On her way there she glanced up and noticed that noon time was soon approaching, there would be a lack of shadows very soon. When she thought she was isolated enough, she re-appeared and walked casually back to the Hotel.

Deciding she wanted a drink, she entered the Hotel. A quick scan of the room revealed a slightly disgruntled looking Rann sitting with his and her sister as well as a few others. They were drinking wine. Instead of immediately heading over there, she went to the bar instead. She eased herself onto a bar stool and subtlely watch the group using her peripheral vision.


Flogir

Flogir was awaiting a response from Altair when shouts erupted from the wall. He thought he overheard the call for archers.

"Damnit! Something's at the wall! If you want to continue this discussion, meet me there!" he said before hurrying to the walls.
minque
QUOTE(Dantrag @ Aug 4 2007, 05:55 AM) *



Rann

Rann drank a large gulp after the toast, setting the empty wine glass down on the table immediately after. He was still deep in thought, thinking about how the number of people he actually trusted was slowly shrinking.

"Someone was following me and Dalrus," he said to Issac and Satyana, wondering if he could make them think that this mystery was what had him in a foul mood, "And I don't think he was friendly."

Satyana

"Diversions" she muttered, taking another sip of her wine. "Look Rann, whatever you may think of me, itīs just not the way you think it is!"

She realised her outburst may cause Issac to wonder, but she just couldnīt stop herself....she couldnīt stand it anymore...
Lord Revan

Issac

"What really has you angry, it obviously pertain to us." He added, showing that he also knew that Rann was changing the subject.
Dantrag
Rann

It often does. he thought bitterly.

"I know that you're plotting against Altair," he said flatly.

"I know you don't like the guy, but this is going too far. I mean, a shapeshifter? Are you kidding me?"
Lord Revan
Issac

"Whether or not he truly is capable of it, Altair has been trying to get us to support his agenda, if he really wants a democrasy for that matter." He replied to Rann. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but he's never spoken to you about anything personal pertaining himself."

"Never has he given us any kind of history or past about himself, like he just popped into existance the day the Chancellor died. And instead of working on the homefront trying to gain support and trying to contact the other provinces, he's spent the last few months wandering around Cyrodiil with us." Issac's voice steadily lost the calm, informative aspect as he went on.

"I grew up with more aristocrats than the amount of slaughterfish in Lake Rumare. Explain why a politician is prancing around with a band of mis-adventurers instead of drying up his inkwell in his study." The Altmer agent challenged, staring intensely at Rann.
Dantrag
Rann

Rann matched Issac's stare.

"With the Imperial City under siege, there is no political forefront. Where is he going to go to garner support when there's no longer anywhere to do it?"

"And about his history, it's not so strange that he doesn't talk about it. What do you know of my history before we met in Chorrol?"
Lord Revan

Issac

"Family history?" He asked, in an annoyed tone. "Brianna Sarethi, the daughter of the Redoran nobles Serene and Athyn Sarethi, and Rhavin are your parents. You're profession is that of an assassin, just like your father's. And you worked for the Countess of Chorrol for most of your career, doesn't that sum it up, Rann?"

Dantrag
Rann

"And how much of that have I personally told you about?" he pressed.
Lord Revan

Issac

He muttered, "About half of what I've just recited, mostly because I've been close by when you were talking to Flogir and Jonath-" Issac stopped short of that particular name, remembering the young Breton who he had half-accidentally driven out of the group because of his lack of commitment.

Dantrag
QUOTE(Lord Revan @ Aug 5 2007, 12:03 AM) *

Issac

He muttered, "About half of what I've just recited, mostly because I've been close by when you were talking to Flogir and Jonath-" Issac stopped short of that particular name, remembering the young Breton who he had half-accidentally driven out of the group because of his lack of commitment.


Rann

"Exactly," he replied, "You pieced it all together because of mutual acquaintances like the presence of my mother, grandmother, father, and Countess Valga. I never spoke a word of my history to you, and since we and Altair have no mutual friends, we don't know as much. Besides, I bet you'd like him even less if he went around boasting of his exploits."
Lord Revan
OCC: Actually, Rann and Issac first met in the Imperial City, but I don't think it matters.

Issac

"Flogir and Flint haven't hid their pasts very hard, we all know what they did." He countered, "And I grew up in this city, you might not have a highly political upbring, but I had to learn politics. I've never heard anyone by the name of Altair pushing for democrasy, in fact, no one by that name even worked within in the Elder Council!"

"I'm telling you, Rann, no politician named Altair walked into the Imperial Palace before we met him at Chancellor Ocato's death." Issac shook his head, "Put your faith in a mer who didn't exist before this went to Oblivion if you want, but expect me to follow you, Rann."

With that, the Altmer rose from his chair and began walking upstairs,
Dantrag
Rann

"Maybe we should ask Soldin who to put faith in," he muttered, possibly a bit too loud.
Lord Revan

Ian, outside the Imperial City's Walls

Turning his gaze to the walls, Ian spotted at least eighteen archers nocking their arrows. The vampire did not break stride and continued to gaze at the men and women on the battlements with a blank mindlessness.
The sun made their silhouetes indistinct, dark shapes in the white glare. There was a moment when he saw a similar image, but only for a heartbeat. Then Ian's mind returned to his control and he closed the distance between himself and the Shadow Eaters, ignoring the archers completely.

He recognized Patholos immediately, the Dunmer's unique skin complexion reflecting some of the sun's radiance. Ian realized that his skin was beginning to sizzle under the sun's powerful rays. With haste, the vampire dragged Patholos and himself into the limited shade provided by the city walls.

The unwounded Shadow Eater followed moments later with his dying comrade slung over his shoulder. Once again, Ian looked up at the archers directly above him.

Issac

He didn't stopp as the name reached him. Still, Issac subtly reached down to grip one of his katana, but what stopped him was the realization that he was reached for the very blade he'd killed Kirana with so he let his hand fall to his side.

I Hope things work out for you, Rann. Issac thought as he ascended the stairway to the rooms.
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