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by Vahvanti » Tue May 29, 2012 10:28 pm
by Lancearc » Tue May 29, 2012 10:42 pm
Vahvanti wrote:The Nord hesitated. He just found himself pinned to the ground by a small and scrawny Khajit, and all of Bravil lay witness to the the event that occured. Surely, he'd become a laughing stock if he doesn't fight back, but why bother when the cat is ready to cut through his throat with naught but his nails?
"F- Fine..." the Nord replied. "Neither you nor the elf would I question any further... But don't come running to me when this hovel burns to the ground."
by Videssos » Tue May 29, 2012 11:32 pm
by New Endenia » Wed May 30, 2012 5:58 am
Wolfmanne wrote:Antonius suddenly fell to the ground, collapsing like a ragged doll. The energy surrounding him entered his body. The Marshall turned purple, with a black core at the centre. His eyes did the same; a black core, surrounded by purple. He stood up again and hovered about 10 cm off the ground. A tremor could be felt on the ground - not just in the forest but all across the County of Leyawiin. It weren't particularly strong, but everyone within Leyawiin would had felt it.
"Some call me a Demon" Antonius bellowed, in a deep voice which shook the forest. "Some fear me, ever vigilant after the events of 200 years ago. Your spells are useless against me mortal; try as you might, you won't be able to defeat me. I am Hermaeis Mora; I am Daedra. It wasn't Antonius who summoned you - it was I. I made him aware of you, for I am the Keeper of Knowledge and Antonius is my Champion - perhaps the greatest since the Hero of Cyrodiil himself. But his time is coming up; I seek a replacement. I see you Enelya, your ambition; you are loyal to no one but yourself. You have no Gods, just yourself. I like that; Antonius is a worshipper, one who hides his worship of I in fear of reprisal from all of Tamriel. I gave him is gifts, for he has helped me. All I ask for is your help. No loyalty, no worship. In turn, I shall help you - once you've proven yourself by helping me and then slaying Antonius to take his place. I have protected and aided him long enough now. Now it is your turn. I will return to you when the time is right; but tell me, what is it that you out of me?"
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by Zemkal » Wed May 30, 2012 6:11 am
by Aldares » Wed May 30, 2012 10:15 am
Videssos wrote:Caladan Velaryon,
Several miles North-west of Leyawiin,
Cyrodiil
Caladan paused as he and the mercenaries halted their horses in the forest. A strange tremor was heard in the distance, but he shook it off. This is becoming ominous.
He saw around eight Thalmor soldiers patrolling down a path through the nearby trees. It appeared to head in the direction of Leyawiin, and it looked like they'd captured a bloodied imperial soldier.
Caladan glanced the sell-swords under his command, and saw that they had positioned themselves behind a number of trees and bushes. He gestured, and four arrows from the archers in his employ flew straight at the Thalmor, cutting three of them down quickly, the other one collapsing as an arrow pinned the Aldmeri to a fallen log. The elves shouted in alarm as the mercenaries charged from behind the brush, a fireball and a few ice spikes flew towards the Thalmor; courtesy of the two mage mercenaries. The fireball killed one of the elves, whilst the ice spikes shredded two more. The battered imperial prisoner looked up, hope dawning suddenly in his eyes.
Caladan used his steel shield this time, and held his vampiric Daedric longsword in his right hand. The Thalmor commander, with a knife in one hand and an elven longsword in the other leapt forward to attack him. Caladan spun to the side as the High elf darted into where he was a second ago, the Daedric blade smashing the elven sword from the commander's hands, and a steel boot being rammed into the leader's left shin. The commander screamed as he collapsed, with the broken leg proving a hindrance for the struggling Thalmor. The remaining Thalmor soldier tried to flee, but promptly found a conjured dagger in the base of his neck, severing vertebrae and killing him instantly.
A nearby sword-for-hire strolled up to the imperial soldier; and at a nod from Caladan, untied the prisoner of the elves.
"My thanks, Breton." The imperial gasped.
"I advise you to travel back to Bravil now, as Leyawiin has obviously proved its lack of hospitality in regards to the new Aldmeri overlords of the recently captured city and the surrounding environs."
"I shall. Farewell and good luck in whatever task you wish." The Imperial replied, before standing up, stretching and taking an Elven battleaxe and a dagger from amongst the dead elves. The man then headed off through the forest, in the direction of Bravil.
Right, let's get to torturing the Thalmor commander of this small group- to find information of value, he thought; as eyed the unconscious warrior nearby.
by Videssos » Wed May 30, 2012 10:35 am
Aldares wrote:Videssos wrote:Caladan Velaryon,
Several miles North-west of Leyawiin,
Cyrodiil
Caladan paused as he and the mercenaries halted their horses in the forest. A strange tremor was heard in the distance, but he shook it off. This is becoming ominous.
He saw around eight Thalmor soldiers patrolling down a path through the nearby trees. It appeared to head in the direction of Leyawiin, and it looked like they'd captured a bloodied imperial soldier.
Caladan glanced the sell-swords under his command, and saw that they had positioned themselves behind a number of trees and bushes. He gestured, and four arrows from the archers in his employ flew straight at the Thalmor, cutting three of them down quickly, the other one collapsing as an arrow pinned the Aldmeri to a fallen log. The elves shouted in alarm as the mercenaries charged from behind the brush, a fireball and a few ice spikes flew towards the Thalmor; courtesy of the two mage mercenaries. The fireball killed one of the elves, whilst the ice spikes shredded two more. The battered imperial prisoner looked up, hope dawning suddenly in his eyes.
Caladan used his steel shield this time, and held his vampiric Daedric longsword in his right hand. The Thalmor commander, with a knife in one hand and an elven longsword in the other leapt forward to attack him. Caladan spun to the side as the High elf darted into where he was a second ago, the Daedric blade smashing the elven sword from the commander's hands, and a steel boot being rammed into the leader's left shin. The commander screamed as he collapsed, with the broken leg proving a hindrance for the struggling Thalmor. The remaining Thalmor soldier tried to flee, but promptly found a conjured dagger in the base of his neck, severing vertebrae and killing him instantly.
A nearby sword-for-hire strolled up to the imperial soldier; and at a nod from Caladan, untied the prisoner of the elves.
"My thanks, Breton." The imperial gasped.
"I advise you to travel back to Bravil now, as Leyawiin has obviously proved its lack of hospitality in regards to the new Aldmeri overlords of the recently captured city and the surrounding environs."
"I shall. Farewell and good luck in whatever task you wish." The Imperial replied, before standing up, stretching and taking an Elven battleaxe and a dagger from amongst the dead elves. The man then headed off through the forest, in the direction of Bravil.
Right, let's get to torturing the Thalmor commander of this small group- to find information of value, he thought; as eyed the unconscious warrior nearby.
An Altmer wearing the telltale golden armor of the Dominion and a red hood emerged from behind a tree. He had only just arrived to the scene to back up his unit to find that it had been destroyed by an Breton, one of his favored races. He flashed back into a ready position once he had noted the assailants and placed his large hand on his sword. The red hood he wore hung over his eyes to mask the rage building up in the Altmer.
"Breton, stand back!"
by Aldares » Wed May 30, 2012 10:42 am
Videssos wrote:Aldares wrote:An Altmer wearing the telltale golden armor of the Dominion and a red hood emerged from behind a tree. He had only just arrived to the scene to back up his unit to find that it had been destroyed by an Breton, one of his favored races. He flashed back into a ready position once he had noted the assailants and placed his large hand on his sword. The red hood he wore hung over his eyes to mask the rage building up in the Altmer.
"Breton, stand back!"
Caladan calmly gazed towards the lone High Elf warrior who sought to challenge him. He tightened his grip upon his Daedric sword. If he had to use Stormbringer, then he would. Alas; he would have less protection from ranged weaponry, as using his shield whilst wielding a two handed sword would be... problematic. So it would remain sheathed upon his back for the meantime.
The mercenaries already had their weapons readied, and eyed the lone Aldmeri soldier near the tree.
He replied to the fool's remark. "Why would I wish to stand back, Altmer?"
by Videssos » Wed May 30, 2012 10:52 am
Aldares wrote:Videssos wrote:
Caladan calmly gazed towards the lone High Elf warrior who sought to challenge him. He tightened his grip upon his Daedric sword. If he had to use Stormbringer, then he would. Alas; he would have less protection from ranged weaponry, as using his shield whilst wielding a two handed sword would be... problematic. So it would remain sheathed upon his back for the meantime.
The mercenaries already had their weapons readied, and eyed the lone Aldmeri soldier near the tree.
He replied to the fool's remark. "Why would I wish to stand back, Altmer?"
"You leave that Altmer alive. You must mean to do something with him, and seeing what you just did I assume you wish to pain him. Your Imperial toadies may not know compassion, but you are a Breton, one of the Chosen Races. Take pity on Erondil, for he is just a soldier. If you do not wish to give him up peacefully, I will handicap your expedition outright." Aladur kept a decently calm tone, but he was already making a plan to jump at the nearest mercenary, swing through him, start a flame in his left hand while he kicked the next, and roll for cover as he readied to fight the apparent leader of the group. This would be subject to change, but the humans were looking at a much more dangerous elf than the ones they had just killed...
by Aldares » Wed May 30, 2012 10:58 am
Videssos wrote:Aldares wrote:"You leave that Altmer alive. You must mean to do something with him, and seeing what you just did I assume you wish to pain him. Your Imperial toadies may not know compassion, but you are a Breton, one of the Chosen Races. Take pity on Erondil, for he is just a soldier. If you do not wish to give him up peacefully, I will handicap your expedition outright." Aladur kept a decently calm tone, but he was already making a plan to jump at the nearest mercenary, swing through him, start a flame in his left hand while he kicked the next, and roll for cover as he readied to fight the apparent leader of the group. This would be subject to change, but the humans were looking at a much more dangerous elf than the ones they had just killed...
"Of course I was going to leave him alive. For a while, at least." He smiled faintly. "Handicap my expedition? You might manage to kill a few mercenaries, but you won't find me so easy."
A combination of mundane and arcane ability would probably be required to take this one down, should he fight. Then again, I may have little choice to let him live, if he departs- alive, and ends up getting the aid of the entire Aldmeri army in Leyawiin, as well as the aid of the no doubt formidable leader of the aforementioned forces. It would not be good indeed.
by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Wed May 30, 2012 10:59 am
by Videssos » Wed May 30, 2012 11:08 am
Aldares wrote:Videssos wrote:
"Of course I was going to leave him alive. For a while, at least." He smiled faintly. "Handicap my expedition? You might manage to kill a few mercenaries, but you won't find me so easy."
A combination of mundane and arcane ability would probably be required to take this one down, should he fight. Then again, I may have little choice to let him live, if he departs- alive, and ends up getting the aid of the entire Aldmeri army in Leyawiin, as well as the aid of the no doubt formidable leader of the aforementioned forces. It would not be good indeed.
"Leave him in my possession and I will leave to take him home. I promise you, there is no need for violence." Aladur gritted his teeth in anticipation of the either embrace of his commander or the embrace of an inevitable death at the hands of a brutish mercenary. Aladur had no love for the Imperials, but he believed that a right and proper Breton with some kind of sense would show his roots and allow a fellow Mer descendant his due. Erondil was a kind Altmer, and he was only doing his job. If Aladur could save one member of his unit, he would do so or die trying.
by Aldares » Wed May 30, 2012 11:17 am
Videssos wrote:Aldares wrote:"Leave him in my possession and I will leave to take him home. I promise you, there is no need for violence." Aladur gritted his teeth in anticipation of the either embrace of his commander or the embrace of an inevitable death at the hands of a brutish mercenary. Aladur had no love for the Imperials, but he believed that a right and proper Breton with some kind of sense would show his roots and allow a fellow Mer descendant his due. Erondil was a kind Altmer, and he was only doing his job. If Aladur could save one member of his unit, he would do so or die trying.
Caladan grimaced. Hopefully this was one of the more honourable elves. One that hopefully wouldn't report to that leader- Enelya, as soon as they travelled to Leyawiin.
"As you wish."
He sheathed his Daedric blade, gestured, and two mercenaries- a Nord, and an Orc picked up the unconscious body and propped Erondil up against a nearby tree.
"Restoration magic was never my speciality, so you or one of your healer friends will probably have to repair the broken leg."
by Zemkal » Wed May 30, 2012 12:01 pm
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Leyawiin, Cyrodiil
Benyamin, Petnea, and Athrogate crept silently across the floorboards. In his days, and there were many, Benyamin had crept across floors enchanted to cry out if one beside their owner stepped on them, floors carved to sing with the beauty and piercing tones of a nightingale if the correct path were not walked. This stone floor held no risk for such a skilled assassin. The first, and last, warning the cell guard had before his life ended was hot air on the back of his neck. The man rubbed it irritably, then paused and sniffed the air, detecting a faint scent of garlic.
Benyamin's knife slid into the man's skull, snapped the brain stem, and killed the guard instantly. The Assassin lowered the man slowly, and stole the key ring from his belt. That done, the trio quickly moved to the cell, in which the duermer lay. Benyamin, with total silence, unlocked the door, stepped inside, and closed it just as quietly behind him. He spoke in a low tone.
"The Cavalry has arrived."
by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Wed May 30, 2012 12:33 pm
by Zemkal » Wed May 30, 2012 12:51 pm
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Leyawiin, Cyrodiil
Benyamin let out a long chuckle. "Sent? Sister I am the Dark Brotherhood. Benyamin Do'urden, member of the Black Hand. Last with dust on his boots and blood on his blades and all that. Why do we seek you out? Well actually this is more of a happy coincidence. My psionist was looking through the minds of Leyawiin's captors, I'm sure you understand why, and brushed against yours. She told me, while I was on my way here, and tada. The Cavalry. Now let's move. I'd prefer to kill a few more guards for imprisoning one of us, but we're already behind schedule."
by Wolfmanne » Wed May 30, 2012 1:36 pm
New Endenia wrote:Wolfmanne wrote:Antonius suddenly fell to the ground, collapsing like a ragged doll. The energy surrounding him entered his body. The Marshall turned purple, with a black core at the centre. His eyes did the same; a black core, surrounded by purple. He stood up again and hovered about 10 cm off the ground. A tremor could be felt on the ground - not just in the forest but all across the County of Leyawiin. It weren't particularly strong, but everyone within Leyawiin would had felt it.
"Some call me a Demon" Antonius bellowed, in a deep voice which shook the forest. "Some fear me, ever vigilant after the events of 200 years ago. Your spells are useless against me mortal; try as you might, you won't be able to defeat me. I am Hermaeis Mora; I am Daedra. It wasn't Antonius who summoned you - it was I. I made him aware of you, for I am the Keeper of Knowledge and Antonius is my Champion - perhaps the greatest since the Hero of Cyrodiil himself. But his time is coming up; I seek a replacement. I see you Enelya, your ambition; you are loyal to no one but yourself. You have no Gods, just yourself. I like that; Antonius is a worshipper, one who hides his worship of I in fear of reprisal from all of Tamriel. I gave him is gifts, for he has helped me. All I ask for is your help. No loyalty, no worship. In turn, I shall help you - once you've proven yourself by helping me and then slaying Antonius to take his place. I have protected and aided him long enough now. Now it is your turn. I will return to you when the time is right; but tell me, what is it that you out of me?"
Enelya smiled, she did not expect this to happen at all. She paced around as she addressed the Daedra, "Indeed, even the most powerful mages in the history of this world cannot hope to match the might of the Daedra, not even me to say the least. Very well Hermaeis, you ask what I seek out of you? I seek power and knowledge. Power and knowledge to unmake the barriers of the world and leave it ripe for destruction and chaos. I seek to bring back the Dragons, to tear open the barriers between our world and Oblivion. That is what I seek. What does a Daedra seek?"
by Lancearc » Wed May 30, 2012 1:52 pm
by North Banrodesia » Wed May 30, 2012 1:56 pm
by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Wed May 30, 2012 2:38 pm
by Zemkal » Wed May 30, 2012 2:53 pm
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Leyawiin, Cyrodiil
Benyamin whirled, and leaped forward, his Scimitars swinging. Petnea closed here eyes and concentrated. At that moment, four of the battlemages, no mental armor prepared, fell dead. Athrogate charged into the fray next, Morningstars swinging. He spun and twisted and smashed the spiked balls of his weapons into his enemy's knees, ribs, and heads. One unfortunate battlemage took the full force of two morningstars to opposite sides of the head. It exploded in a shower of gore. Benyamin spun, seemingly more a dancer than a fighter, so elegant were his strikes. The sheer speed with which he delivered death was what gave the trio the edge in battle, the mages having not enough time to enact more than one spell before they were in close combat. Of the twelve, two were killed by eachother's magic. With the four Petnea had killed that left six. Athrogate accounted for two, and Benyamin the remaining four.
They turned back to the dunmer.
"Time. To. Go."
by New Endenia » Wed May 30, 2012 2:54 pm
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by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Wed May 30, 2012 3:06 pm
by New Endenia » Wed May 30, 2012 3:13 pm
Spetznaz Assault Teams wrote:Benyamin Do'urden
The Dark Brotherhood
Leyawiin, Cyrodiil
Benyamin rolled his eyes. "For the love of... yes. Okay? Happy? For the love of the thrice damned gods is there no end to the god forsaken mer in this place! Stupid question I know, in a Thalmor fortress, in a Thalmor City, but still. A man has his limits! I've already slaughtered..." He paused, his eyes rolled upward, and he appeared deep in thought.
"Lets see, I did for four, add the guard, plus those two sentries... Yup. Seven of you already. My short friend did for two, and my lady friend in the back did four. Thirteen. Want to go for fourteen? Really we'd just as soon walk out of here and out of your hair, but hey. Your call." As he spoke Benyamin engaging in mental dialogue with Petnea, but gave no outward sign.
What is she?
Mage, powerful.
Chances of our getting past?
...
Well?
I was checking the status of her mind.
And?
She doesn't have support coming.
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by Spetznaz Assault Teams » Wed May 30, 2012 3:19 pm
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