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Nazg closed up his book and gathered all his needed materials.  Some food.  He strapped his sword onto his waist.  Getting up he made his way to the courtyard.  His chosen ones slowly made their way to him.  They looked suited up well enough. 

"You all look prepared.  Good.  We go."  Anya, Var'ryk, Llathala and Faramel followed.  They walked out, the Imperial Battlemages bowing to Nazg as he went by. 

After making it into the Temple District through the Arbetoreum they got a few looks from the people and the beggars.  They went onto the bridge outside and passed Lake Rumare.  After an hour of walking on the path Nazg stopped.

"This is were we deviate from the path.  There may be many sorts of animals out there so be on your guard."  The party followed Nazg as he trudged throgh the bush.  A wolf decided to peek out of the bush and worked up the courage to attack.  Non-chalantly, Nazg loosed a fireball which sent the wolf howling off into the bush.  Slowly the Ayelid Ruins of Nenyon Twyll came into view.

"We have arrived.  Be warned.  THere are terrible things in here.  The necromancers are a murderous lot and do not hesitate if they have the chance to kill you.  Beware of their undead."  Nazg was about to enter when  the sound of hooves was heard.

"Quick use any invisibility spells you have!  Hide!"

[i]Like I told your captain, the orphange attacked me.  It was self-defense.[/i]  -Richard the Warlock  [url]http://archive.lfgcomic.com/lfg0002.gif[/url]

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Sir Gildon, Sir Forestal and Sir Tel'gru brought up the rear behind Valthonin. No other horse could ever keep up with the energetic Cloud...

Their horses sent dirt and debri flying through the air as Nenyon Twyll appeared from an outcropping of trees. Valthonin slowed Cloud, who was reluctant to obey, and the three knights came up behind him. They looked at the Ayelid ruin and prepared themselves. They brought their horses to the entrance and dismounted, tying the horses up to some trees. Valthonin, however, did not tie up Cloud. He meerly dismounted and patted Cloud, who burst into the forest and disappeared.

"Should of tied him up quickly, m'lord." Sir Forestal said and sighed.

"It's alright Forestal, Cloud always returns...somehow..." Sir Tel'gru said as he unpacked somethings from the travelling sacks hanging down the sides of his horse. The team was ready with their things and began to walk towards the entrance when a flaming wolf sped by them and continued off into the forest where it leapt into a pond some ways off.

The team stood in wonder for a moment, yet responded swiftly.

Swords were out of scabbards and shields were raised. They adopted a back to back stance to await incoming foe's from any side.

"Most definitely wizards, m'lord." Sir Gildon said peering this way and that through the surrounding forest. Valthonin nodded.

"Show yourselves, friend or foe!" Valthonin's voice boomed through the trees.

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Drac was looking across the tavern table at a man who had required his particular "help" with some personal manner or another.

"He's part of a necromancy cult, and has wronged me more times than I can count.  I forgave him of some transgressions, but he continues to make my lfe impossible.  I will gladly pay you if you can eliminate him."

Drac didn't question the "why" of the request, he just nodded, and left the tavern, drawing his hood up in the process.  He recalled hearing some beggars talking about a party of mages leaving the city, although the reasons why were varied.  Some said that they were going for a picnic, others that they wer ehunting a fugitive, and still others that they were hunting necromancers.  If it was the latter, then Drac would have to hurry; they already had a head start on him.

Some more helpful talks with the beggars revealed that Nenyon Twyll seemed to be a home to many of the death-loving necromancers.  He doubted their accuracy in this statement, but as it was the best lead he had had, he took them up on it.  He set out of the city at a light jog, hoping to be able to cover more ground in less time than if he was simply walking.  And when he found his target, well, he would make sure that his one wouldn't be able to ressurect himself...

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Warbrynger you fool... The Orc thought to himself.

Crouched like a simple coward among other mages...We could make quick work of these if Master Sindarin would only give the word...

He felt bad enough that he'd had to rely on another mage's invisibility spell to shield him from their eyes. He felt ridiculous. His people were proud, noble, ferocious warriors, not scared children...

Now they were dealing only with a group of Knights. Necromancers were the problem here, not them. He was frustrated and confused.

Then they formed a defensive circle, weary of any attacks. One of them muttered about wizards. The leader among them shouted,

"Show yourselves, friend or foe!"

"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn, Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu."
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Nazg cursed himself.  Nenyond Twyll was never this popular...

But he wasn't willing to sacrifice the lives of his followers.  He let go of his invisibility spell and that drew a start from one of the Knights.  The leader calmly regarded him. 

"And you are?"

"Arch-Mage Nazg Sindarin.  Leader of the Mages Guild in Cryodiil.  Who are you and what is your business here?"

[i]Like I told your captain, the orphange attacked me.  It was self-defense.[/i]  -Richard the Warlock  [url]http://archive.lfgcomic.com/lfg0002.gif[/url]

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Arch Mage Sindarin having revealed himself, Var'ryk Warbrynger decided he should do the same, at least to show that the Arch-mage was not alone. He nudged his companions to drop their spells as well, and stretched out to his full Orc height, resplendant in his custom Orcish armor, and Battlemage robes.

"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn, Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu."
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The knights lined up and faced the mages. Valthonin took a step forward from the knights and the sun hit the gold trim on his armor. It was truly a magnificent sight. Valthonin had spent much back breaking effort to gather all the Relics of the Crusader, and it was worth it. It was a powerful set of armor and weaponry.

"I am Lord Valthonin Lenthinard of the Knights of the Nine. We four have come to rid these ruins of the necromancer cult that plagues the surrounding lands. If you have come to battle the necromancers as well, we would join forces with you and divide spoils equally. If you have come to assist them or join them...prepare to die. Which is it?" Valthonin said camly. He meant business.

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One of the Mages behind Nazg laughed.  "You think the Mages Guild would ally with the necromancers?  When did you crawl out from under your rock!"

Nazg silenced the Mage, Faramel, with a deadly glare. 

"Please excuse me Lord Valthonin for the bluntness of Faramel.  But yes.  The Mages Guild would never align with the necromancers."

"That is good.  Then I suggest we split the treasure."

"About the treasure.  You can keep a larger portion.  There are a few...items in particular that I wish to get my hands on."

Faramel blew up at that.  "WHAT!  Some of us rely on that money!  We need it-"

Nazg calmly held up his hand.  "Bite your tongue Apprentice Faramel.  Only apprentices speak out of turn as they have not yet learned the ways of the guild.  Perhaps next time you will keep your mouth shut."

Faramel just stod there with his mouth hanging open.  He had jus been demoted after all.  That was a serious thing that rarely ever happened in the Guild. 

"You can't-"

"Ah!  I can.  And I just did.  Now please be silent or expulsion shall follow."

Faramel immediately shut up.

"Now Lord Valthonin I shall open the door as the necromancers are quite crafty when laying traps."

Nazg approached the door.  He ran a hand over it and discovered a particularily nasty spell.  Anyone who opened this door would have most of their life force drained.  Interesting.  And the necromancers in the rui would have been alerted.  Nazg easily found the strings of the spell and began pulling on the threads.  He finally found the main part and it fell apart.

"After you Lord Valthonin."

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Drac made good time, taking a fraction of the time he had expected to take to get to his destination.  When he arrived, he noticed a cluster of horses tethered to the trees nearby.  There was also a group of people wearing robes, and others wearing armour making their way into the caves.  {i]Drat. They beat me to it...[/i]

Drac snuck quietly around the forest, and searched for an alternate way in.  Finding none, he took a deep breath, and slipped inside the caves as well, sticking to the comforting, concealing shadows, keeping out of sight of the advancing party.  When he found his target, he would kill him and leave, hopefully without these ones even knowing he had come.

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Var'ryk was both surprised and amused by Faramel's demotion to apprentice, despite the generalization about all apprentices lack of self control. Var'ryk had problems with the brash mage before, having constantly been looked down upon for not being of Cyrodill's human races. Var'ryk felt it was good to finally see the loudmouth put in his place by the Arch-mage. As Faramel sulked silently, he watched with interest as Arch-mage Sindarin located and unraveled what looked like a particularly nasty protective spell cast upon the door by the necromancers. His hand on his Ebony Battleaxe, he waited eagerly for battle.

"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn, Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu."
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“She’s getting worse and not better.  Why doesn’t she trust me enough to tell me what’s wrong; what’s eating at her so deeply?”

The Elder puffed his pipe thoughtfully.  “In all the years since you brought her to our camp, there has been no other person she trusts more then you.  Trust is not the issue.”

“Then what is it?”

“It could be many things.  She experienced a very terrible ordeal. However, she is a very strong willed girl; not one to ask for help lightly.  She probably wants to face these demons alone.  It’s also possible that there is more to her suffering then we know.”

“What do you mean?”

“One does not become a slave when in the care of company of loving guardians.  We know nothing about her childhood or her time before you discovered her.  There are many dark secrets locked in her mind, things that might even be secret to her.  All we can do is wait, and be here for her when she needs us.  And she will need us in time.”

Drakus nodded.  “Our food is running low, and the men need to stretch their sword-arms. We are traveling west to raid some of the marauder forts near Anvil.  We should be back before the week is out.”

“Very well.  Tell Xanaan I will need the herbs I told her about, then.  I’ll be needing to make more healing potions after this no doubt.”

“You alchemists and your weeds” said Drakus with a grin.

“We alchemists and our weeds are what keep you walking” snapped the Elder in his dry, raspy voice. 

“Ha ha.  Not me; but I’ll tell her.  Just don’t turn my poison and marksman expert into a druggist.  I’ll see you in a few days old one.”

“If you make it back alive, you young rooster” the Elder gabbed back.

Drakus’s laugh echoed through the caves as he headed back down the tunnel to his Clan.

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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After a few hours of practicing her marksmenship, Xanaan often simply sits in the grass, in the shadows of a tree, resting her back against its solid trunk. The smells and sounds from the woods are soothing. She always loved it around here. The best place to be alone and think... or just stop thinking. A moment of her own, away from all. The humidity and freshness of the air won't even let this moment get stained by those memories that keep coming back when she's dreaming. She can't find peace when she rests at night, but she can find it here, in this area of green, around those trees. Moments like this are as needed as sleep to her.

The sound of Drakus' armor as he is approaching from a certain distance isn't troubling her. It's just always so good to have him around, to know he's there. He knows she's strong, he also knows she needs him. That tenderness, that kindness in his eyes everytime he looks at her. That joy, that trust in her eyes when she looks back at him. It tells all.

Getting up, she knew he'd be coming to find her, he probably needs her for some action. She's ready.

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"It's time to go" said Drakus as he held out Xanaan's bag of potions and poisons.   

“Where are we going this time?” she asked as she stood; the mid-day sun reflecting brightly against her raven black hair. 

“West.  The marauders are getting bold there again; I think it’s time we paid them a visit.  The goods they’ve taken from the caravans heading from Anvil to Kvatch should make them ripe for plunder.”

As Xanaan took her bag and headed back to Dasek Moor and the waiting Clan, Drakus surveyed the scene for a moment.  He was never one for pretty views or such things, but he had to admit this was a fine place to sit back and think.  The wooded knoll above the Strid Rive seemed so far away from any troubles or worldly concerns.  It was a peaceful place, and one where he could always find Xanaan if she was not with him or with the Elder. 

Pulling his helmet on, he followed Xanaan back to the hideout. Back to business.....

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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It was raining in Skingrad. As Thonus aproached the gates a beggar regarded his dark form with fear. As he drew nearer the beggar fled, Thonus' appearance apparently disturbing him. Thonus dismounted Shadowmere, leaving her at the stables as he entered the gates of the city. The Dark Brotherhood had sanctuaries in all cities, and Thonus wished to visit here, see other members and talk with the Speakers. The sky was just now beginning to darken, and Thonus wondered if he might see Count Hassildor. The Brotherhood knew of the Count's secret. Thonus slipped into an alley, and opened a well climbing down using the seemingly random indentations as hand and foot holds, He reached a grating and opened a small door, into the Skingrad sanctuary


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Name:Kesorath
Species, Gender: Argonian, Male
Age: 23

Affiliation: Clan Drakus

Class: Spellsword(modified)
Major Attributes: Endurance Willpower
3 Best Skills: Blade, Destruction, Light Armor
Other Major Skills: Block, Illusion, Restoration, Conjuration

Physical Abilities: Prefers to fight up close, using magic to his advantage, is a mediocre archer.

Weapons: Deadric short sword, two curved silver daggers. Steel bow, with Silver arrows.

Armor:Glass, minus the helmet

Appearance: http://gameexe.pl/gfx/oblivion/races/argonian.jpg this with spines instead of fins.

Short Backstory: Most of his past is unknown, but he was born in Cyodiil was found by Drakus' clan, and has been a member ever since.

[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i]
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Ralin Vahkure 

Ralin listened to his own footsteps echo off the walls as his boots clicked on the stone floor.  His black cloak swayed with the motion of his stride.  Though is oversized hood was pulled low over his brow, he was completely aware of his surroundings; his heightened senses telling him everything.  He could ‘hear’ the heart beating in the rat across from him in an abandoned chamber.  He could ‘smell’ the blood flowing through the wolves that guarded the upper levels of the sanctuary. 

Stepping through the newly created archway into Crumbling Mine, Ralin thought back to the surprised looks on the faces of the bandits who had dug their way so far.  They had been digging for a secret way into the city sewer system, and instead found their way into the first level of the vampire sanctuary; a long sealed and forgotten Imperial fort basement. 

It’s been so long since I oversaw the opening of the fort under-works...........and the unearthing of Narceytar, his home for untold centuries now.  Ralin reminisced over the events of his long, dark past as he walked through the mine’s chambers; the vampire guards standing at attention as he passed, their wolves standing faithfully at their sides.     

As he exited the mine, another vampire stood by, holding Shadow by his reigns.  The black stallion pawed impatiently into the ground, the gold inlays of his ebony armor shining in the moonlight. 

Swinging into the saddle, Ralin pulled his cloak low even his face.  “I shall return within the week.  See to it that the affairs of the Clan remain in order”

“Yes Master” replied the vampire as Ralin rode off into the darkness.

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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The sky was starting to look ominous as the group was travelling east towards Fort Strand. Humidity was starting to thicken the air. Xanaan felt like a storm might be coming. She could see, nearly as if they were tangible, the spirits wander around the cave down the hill, her repulsive spells against undeads ready, in case they would get in trouble. But she didn't think she'd need them. Walking at a certain distance, in silence, the darkness helping, they could pass by, unnoticed or ignored.

She was feeling tired. Those dreams aren't making for any good sleep, and there has been a lot of them lately. She was hoping to have a chance to really get some rest when they set the camp for the night.

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Ralin Vahkure

As always, Shadow made excellent time.  Leading the steed into the Imperial City’s southeast sewer entrance an hour before sunup, Ralin handed the reigns to a vampire who was waiting in the first chamber.  Walking the stinking stone halls, he followed the chain of torches that had been set leading to the Bloodworks below the Imperial Arena.  Not that he needed to.  This was a path he’d walked many times before.  As always when a meeting of the High Counsel was called, vampire warriors patrolled the route, guarding against any creatures or prying eyes.

Entering the Bloodworks, Ralin approached a door guarded by the three warriors of the highest skill and rank among their cast in the Vampire nation.  Two were armed with pikes and in mostly Daedric armor, with the other had a book in his off hand, and a Daedric longsword hanging from his belt. 

“Your name?”

“Lord Vahkure of Chorral” responded Ralin in the customary fashion.

Checking off the name from his list, the warrior stood aside while the others opened the doors.  “You may enter my Lord” he said with a bow.

Ralin returned the gesture and entered.  Though nearly all knew him, custom demanded that he be cleared by the Watchmen Elect.

Stepping down the white stone steps of yet another Ayleid sanctuary, Ralin pondered what schemes would be plotted this time........   



Drakus

Drakus sniffed the air.  The warm night air around him swirled as the storm clouds moved over.  The sound of thunder was growing more and more ominous from his hilltop position.

Below him the rest of the Clan rested and tried to get some sleep.

“This storm will be a wet one” came a raspy Argonian voice from behind.

“So it seems” Drakus replied.  Kesorath had decided to stay here with him on watch tonight.  As always, Xanaan had wanted to stay, but Drakus had forbid it.  She was too tired.  Her naturally red Dunmer eyes were showing a strain no one could miss. Perhapes I should have had her stay behind this time.  She'll do her part.........but at what cost to her body and mind?  Time hasn’t healed whatever wound still bleeds within her heart.  What else can I offer her?

Drakus shook the thoughts from his head. Now isn’t the time for this.  Battle is at hand.

“For those marauders” Drakus motioned into the darkness toward Fort Strand, “something worse is coming then the rain...........”

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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((Found this today, very useful. http://www.uesp.net/oblivion/map/obmap.shtml?))


"For those marauders," Drakus said, motioning in the direction of Fort Strand "something worse is coming then the rain..."

"What, your sending me?" Kes asked, lifting his arm slightly, and clenching his hand into a fist. The darkness immediately lifted, everything taking on a blueish tint. Drakus looked over for a moment. "Night eye." Kes said explaining. He continued to watch the landscape.

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The rain continued to pour down. Thonus had decided against staying, he needed to get to Anvil. Shadowmere ran through the forest, Thonus had avoided taking the roads, to avoid guards and highwaymen. He had passed Kvatch, even now, it still held an ominous presence, The Deadric assault on the city had left its mark. The rain poured down, falling between the trees and gathering in puddles on the forest floor. He slowed, there was something up ahead. A camp, he could see it rising out of the low mist like a mountain above dark clouds. He took Shadowmere around the camp slowly. He made his was slowly around, hoping he would not be bothered.

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Drakus


“What, you’re sending me?”

Drakus grinned.  “You will have you’re share; just don’t forget to leave some of them for the rest of.......”

Drakus’s words were cut off by the sound of horse’s hooves pounding into the wet soil.  In a heartbeat his bow was drawn.  “Can you seen him??” Drakus whispered to Kesorath, who had his shortsword and one of his daggers out.

“Yes, a lone rider..............  By Azura’s blood; he looks like something from a nightmare.”

As the rider came within Drakus’s view, he could see what Kesorath was talking about.  The horseman’s mount was darker then anything he’d seen before, and even at the distance, Drakus could see that there was something different.....something evil looking about the creature’s eyes.  And it’s body was protected by armor that looked like it had been forged from the hottest pits of Oblivion.  The rider was little different.  His entire form was hidden in a billowing black robe and hood, masking his features completely. 

Trying to avoid the camp, the rider trotted near the lookout’s position.  Stopping to survey his surroundings one last time, he was easily within Drakus’s range.

Kesorath watched intently, ready to charge if necessary.  “Are we going to take him??” he whispered excitedly.

Drakus held his aim, waiting for a false move.  The rider, apparently satisfied he’d passed undetected, spurred up his mount and started east again. 

Releasing the tension from his bowstring only after the rider was out of both sight and earshot, Drakus returned his arrow to it’s place behind his back.  “That rider has the mark of pure evil.  I think it’s best if we never see him again........”

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."

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The air is fresh and humid as it rains in the night. The oxygen is filling it, giving a particular smell and feeling to all things. For once in a long, long time, Xanaan is really sound asleep. The shadows, the void that come from far away in the past seem to be leaving her for this time. Sleep can really be a delight in itself, when it hasn't been tasted in such a while. A deep sleep, that has taken her wits deep within her, not with the darkness, but in that inner secret garden where she finally finds peace in her heart.

A few tranquil hours later, after a regenerative rest, Xanaan feels soft caresses all over her face, shoulders, hair. Light as the wind, warm like a sunny day. Without even opening her eyes, without even waking up completely, she knows it's him. A smile, as she tends her lips to him for a kiss or two.

As she opens her eyes with a slight regret, his voice takes a different tone, the tone of the leader, as he tells her, "It's time." That tone of voice he takes, always wakes the fighter in her immediately. In a second, her mind is all on the assault they're preparing, excited at the idea of taking part from afar again, attacking unseen, killing from her safe position, her poisons making even deadlier the damage she'll already do with her faithful Daedric bow.

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Nazg saw that Lord Valthonin was hesitant to enter. 

"Fine.  I shall go first.  Who knows what untold magical evils are in this place."

Nazg tread carefully for he did not know what traps were laid.  He cast a spell his eyes were flooded with light.  He loved night eye.  And he saw the first targets.  They were illuminated by the torch light.  He motioned to one of his mages who silently moved up and slit his throat.  The knights were trying to be silent with their armor on.  They made it to the second basement level without much more of a problem.  And then all hell broke lose.  One of the necromancers noticed them and yelled out Valthonin was on him a second too late.  A clamor was eard throughut the halls.  Suddenly the torches were put up by magic.  Judging by the noise there were many more necromancers here than Nazg had first imagined. 

"Well.  Looks like our plan have changed.  Prepare yourselves."

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The team was in a room at the moment and the corridor ahead of them was where the necromancer's were coming through. Their torch light flowed through the corridor and after a few moments they appeared around the corner. Their skeletons appeared first and burst into the large room.

The four knights stood ahead of the mages and set up a defense so the mages could do their casting. The horde of skeletons smashed into the Knight's shields and the knights retaliated. Valthonin swunf his sword is a wide arc and oblitherated 3 skeletons at once. The necromancer's appeared and began their own casting. The Nazg saw an opening in the skeleton and Knight battle and launched a fireball through it.

The flaming mass sped by Valthonin and impacted on a necromancer's chest as he was casting his spell. The fireball melted his flesh and sent burning embers everywhere. Several other necromancer's were set on fire and went running about, yet Var'ryk sent a bolt of lightning into one as he charged into the skeletons and joined the knights.

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His Ebony battle axe blazing, Var'ryk Warbrynger was finally in his element. He shattered the form of one skeleton with his axe, while his knife was launched from his hand. The blade sunk deep into the eye socket of a skeletal minion. As its bony hands reached for the hilt, it screamed with an unearthly anguish as fiery cracks split its form, and it burned for a second before shriveling up and crumbling to ashes, fallen victim to the knife's drain enchantment.

The knife leaped from the ashes, back to the orc's hand, just in time to parry a short sword strike from another skeleton, who was torn in half by Var'ryk's axe, its armor crumbling from the axe's Disintigration spell. A knee-fist-head butt combo dropped another skeleton before the knife claimed it as well.

The Orc roared with delight.

"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn, Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu."
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Re: The Elder Scrolls V: After the Oblivion Crisis

Thonus stepped out of the cave, blinking at the sudden daylight. The Anvil Sanctuary was not inside the city, but on the coast line, slightly to the North. He had replaced his normal daedric armor with simple black robes and a hood. The hood was pulled low over his face, effectively disguising him as a sort of priest. His target was and Altimer, Marilius Sentius. A merchant, who apparently traveled frequently, and was staying with his brother currently.  He saw him, leaving the chapel. Thonus' grip on the small blade tightened, and he slipped though the crowd, slowly approaching Marilius. He was wearing a dark red outfit, the color of blood. Thonus closed on him once he was away from the crowd and placed his hand on Marilius' shoulder and stepped slightly closer. He plunged the blade in between the Altimer's ribs casting a silence spell. "Sithis awaits you." he whispered, moving back to the square and disappearing into the crowd. He heard a scream, and smiled darkly as he left the city.

Upon returning to the sanctuary, he found a pleasant surprise, they had a gift for him. A helmet, made of dark metal, He would be leaving soon, and leaving the helmet on one of the tables he left to put on his armor. He returned, his cloak and weapons in place, he lifted the helmet, and lowered it, placing it on his head.


((ok, here it is, consider it a Deadric Helmet. Called the Helm of Sithis))
http://www.shoppingwarehouse.net/images … _40102.jpg
((Has Night eye and Detectlife enchantments. Is linked to its wearer, and the eyes will blaze as if on fire when the user is enraged))

[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i]
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Re: The Elder Scrolls V: After the Oblivion Crisis

The morning fog was covering Fort Strand.  A pair of marauder recruits sat lazily around a campfire just inside the walls, one with his steel bow and the other sharpening his sword, waiting for their shift to end. 

*click click  clack*

The guards jump up at the sound.  Near one, a rock fell to the ground at his feet, having fallen from the stonework above.  Stepping near the cracked, open walls, the guards look out into the fog.  They barely had time to widen their eyes when the arrows streaked out and struck them down.  One wasn’t killed instantly, and had time to cry out before getting finished off with three more arrows.   

Slinging his bow back across his back, Drakus rushed forward as he pulled his Daedric longsword from his side and hefted his shield onto his arm.   

Another arrow hissed overhead, sending a bowman who was on top of the battlements falling back to Nirn. Nice shot Xanaan he thought as he reached the top of the hill and the fort’s ruined wall. 

Hearing the yell of one of their compatriots, several marauders rushed out.  They were met at the wall by Drakus and his clan.  Forcing their way through the cracks in the wall, Drakus and the others were making short work of the marauders.  As the swords slashed and blood splattered, Xanaan ran up into the fray.

“There’s someone coming from the east!  One rider”

Finishing off a marauder, Drakus looked to Kesorath.  “Kes, deal with it!  Xanaan, show him!” he ordered as he ran to help finish the first wave of marauders.

*OK Si, the battle is on and A_A and terra are on their way to intercept you; your turn  big_smile *

"You set a code to live by.  I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted...I won't be laid a hand on.  I don't do these things to other men, and I require the same from them."