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 Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 11:15 am
 Eliya ~ The Mage Assassin pushed her horse as fast as she dared, knowing that the others would be right behind her. She had no illusions of catching up to the masked woman, but she had no intention of being overtaken by any of the others as well! The journey took much of the day and when Eliya finally arrived at Fort Vlastarus, evening had began its descent over the open wilderness.
Eliya tethered Apollo, hidden between a few trees, a short distance away from the fort. This was every man or woman for themselves and she had no intention of making any mistakes. Eliya checked herself quickly to make sure she had everything she needed. Satisfied she methodically cast a few spells over herself. Night vision. Check. Detect life, check.Small shield, check. Invisibility, check. As Eliya stealthily made her way to the entrance of the fort, the life detect spell showed her several wild animals prowling the outside of the fort. Weaving her way, she paid little attention to them, knowing they couldn't see her. As she prepared to enter the front door to the fort, the mage paused, and turned her head. Her night eye vision scanned the area and looked up. Someone or something was descending the outer fort steps. Quickly and quietly Eliya slipped in the entrance. Whoever was next behind her would likely run into whatever had been out there.
Now visible, Eliya once again reflexively cast an Illusion spell over herself and began to creep forward. After a few steps her nighteye and life detect spell faded causing her to repeat them. Cautiously she walked through the stone corridor, ducking around a corner as she saw a pink aurora suddenly appear in her vision. She barely breathed as the individual walked past. Deftly she stuck her head out around the corner for a quick glance. It was someone in a cloak, but not one of the other adventurers. It was a vampire. Quietly Eliya continued in the direction the vampire had came from.
A room up ahead was well lit, and Eliya hesitated, wondering if there was someone in there. But no, her life detect spell didn't show anyone around. Still invisible, Eliya entered the room and didn't see anyone, her eyes however were immediately drawn to a bottle with a yellow cork. It was sitting next to a few other inconspicuous bottles a top a desk. Eliya lowered her guard and her invisibility spell was released as she reached out to grab the bottle. Her fingers clamped on to it just as a voice spoke.
"Well what have we here? Die Human!!"
A vampire must have heard her and turned invisible as he waited for her to show herself! That was why he hadn't shown up with a life detection spell. Cursing her mistake Eliya relinquished her grip on the bottle and instead grabbed one next to it, using it as a weapon as she threw it at the head of the vampire. The vampire had pulled out a dagger and was advancing on her when the bottle came flying through the air and grazed the side of his head. Eliya had no time to smile as she mentally used telekinisis to throw several more bottles at the vampire. The vampire screeched as he dodged the bottles, wildly swinging his dagger at Eliya but she was no longer there. Having used the distraction, Eliya seized the yellow corked bottle and ran into the hallway, expecting to shimmer into invisibility.
But it didn't happen, and with a jolt of combined horror and understanding she realized she'd been silenced. An evil laugh echoed from the room. Never had she felt so stark naked. Who knew how long the silence spell would last? There was only one thing to do. Eliya fled down the hallway and around the corner as the vampire came after her. Her chest heaved but she counted mentally as she did her best to calm her thudding heart. She waited until she could hear the vampire coming closer and then jumped around the corner, a throwing knife releasing from her fingers. It crossed the short distance and despite the semi darkness found its poisoned mark in the throat of her pursuer. Nervously glancing around, Eliya stepped forward slowly with the intention of checking the dead body. Bottles: 1 (yellow) ooc- forgot to roll, sorry! Anyone can still challenge her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:27 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Tapped, slowly regenerating┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : Night Eye, Detect Life┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock, Silver Longsword ┃ lnventory : x2 Weak Potion of Magicka, x 1 Weak Potion of Healing ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus
Neven made his way back down the Red Road, he had taken the southern route around Lake Rumare to begin with so there wasn’t really anything new for him to discover along the path to where the Gold Road started. He did however take time again to admire the Ayleid ruins of Fanacasecul as he passed them for a second time. Seeing the ruin brought forth the urge to quickly return to Cheydinhal and to his research into ruins of Fanacas. He was dwelling on his research when the sound of shoed horse’s brought him back to the here and now. He looked over his shoulder to see both Altmer’s riding hard toward him; they quickly overcame his steady trot and rushed by him. ’Fools rushing to their death.’ he thought to himself, he would take his time in reaching the fort. Let the others clear a path, less work he would have to do once he reached the ruined fort.
It was well into the night when Neven finally arrived at Fort Vlastarus, peering through the darkness he could make out the silhouettes of the others horses’ tied up in various places near the fort. He moved his beast to a nearby brushy area, climbed down from the saddle and tethered him to an old tree stump that the brushes had grown around. Once his beast was secured to the stumped he moved around behind the animal to a large bundle that he had attached behind the saddle. From this bundle he pulled out a sword still sheathed in its scabbard. The sliver pummel, grip and guard shimmered in the moonlight. He had won this sword in a game of cards with some fool of an Imperial who thought that he could out drink a Dunmer. He tossed the blades harness system around his waist and then carefully secured the entire thing to this own leather belt, making certain that all his pouched were still accessible. Satisfied that everything was in order he set off across the open grass area that led up to the forts interior. He stopped just short of passing though the stone archway, that lead into what used to be a court yard, to cast some helpful spells on himself. ’Night eye, and detect life would be the best spells to aid me in this task’ he thought to himself. He raised his right hand, and summoned forth the magicka inside his body. ’Night eye first’ he thought, the magicka force up and in his raised fist a blueish ball appeared and the landscape was quickly covered in a blue tint like effect. He could now make out all the detail in the wall he was standing next to as well as his own horse in the distance as it graced on the nearby grass. ’Now for detect life.’ He once again called forth his stores of magicka this time producing a purple/pink color ball instead. All around him small creature of the force popped into his vision as their life force’s generated a pink aura around them. He felt a bit drained from using both spells back to back, but it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. His stores of magicka would regenerate and if need be he could consume one of the potions of magicka he had with him.
With one hand on his sword and the other ready to call forth more magicka if needed, Neven slide around the corner of the stone arch way and into the court yard. He hadn’t even gone a few yards in before he was attacked. He caught sight of its life aura as it leaped down from the stone steps that lead to the top of the fort. Neven dodged to the right, realizing that his attacker was nothing more than a hungry wolf. No doubt the vampires used these beasts to guard the outside of the fort during the day. The wolf lunged forward again, with all intention of ripping his throat out. Neven took a step back and while doing so pulled his sword from its scabbard and with a two handed grip swung up as the wolf made its lunge. The silver blade caught the beast in the neck, cutting deep and opening up his carotid artery. The wolf let out a high pitched whine then smacked the ground. Casually Neven approached the dying beast raised his sword and drove it straight down into the wolf’s neck, severing its spine and killing it instantly. With a look of indifference Neven pulled out a rag from one of his pouches to clean his blade before returning it to its scabbard.
Neven made sure that he was in fact alone, he didn’t want a repeat of what just happened, after a few moments he couldn’t detect any other life auras in the area around or above the court yard. Satisfied that he was alone he marched over to the large wooden doors that lead down into the fort and the bottles of wine he had agreed to retrieve. He reached out and took hold of the large rusted ring and pulled, the heavy door was surprising easy to pull open, no doubt these vampires made use of the door often to retrieve cattle for them to feed on. Neven decided to not close the door behind him as he made his way into the musty smelling ruins. It would be one less obstacle that he would have to deal with on his way back out, and if his search took most of the night, the sun shining though the open door would discourage any vampires from coming near the door.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 4:55 pm
  Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm) ┃ Magicka : Significantly Tapped ┃ Fatigue : Winded ┃ Mood : Angry ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
Marilien twisted her arm still but it was no longer the inspection of the wound that caused her to do this. No, while checking her injury she had still been holding her daggers, one in each hand, and, despite the gore, it was a reflection in the shiny silver surface that grabbed her attention. Someone was sneaking up on her, but she didn’t react any more than to try and get a better view of the reflection, but the movement just came across as her trying further wrench her arm to get a better look at the cut. When he was upon her, she knew what she would do. She would turn on him, using spell and blade to surprise him and then, however the opportunity presented itself, she would destroy him. ’One less competition,’ she mused, as he began to make his move. Marilien whirled around, blade in her right hand cutting air to strike, left hand ready to use her destruction magic, but something odd happened. She felt herself being grabbed from behind, from the direction she had just been facing, but nothing had been there. ”Die!” The angry voice hissed from the same direction she was now drawn back, out of reach of the non-vampire who’s been about to stun her. She realised then, another Vampire had been in the room, it must have turned invisible after the first one saw her and only now was it attacking. Now she knew this her left hand changed direction and reached behind her, touching the vampire with the same spell she’d used earlier on its mate. (Apprentice level: Flame Touch, 25 pts on touch)
It recoiled, and the assassin managed to break free of its grip, she turned her attention back to the man who’s been sneaking up on her, but he was disappearing out the door with the bottle. ’DAMNIT,’ the annoyance she had felt at his cheap attempt to try and assault her from behind was instantly overshadowed by the fact he’d made off with the bottle in her distraction. Marilien made to run after him but another hiss caused her to pause, the Vampire was close behind her again. With only a split decision to choose, she turned and at the same time dodged the vampire’s blade, then using the same momentum plunged one of her daggers into the monster’s heart. Quickly she collected the ashy residue from the corpse, all the while cursing away in her mind at the one who’d lamely run off with the bottle. ’Nevermind,’ she thought, trying to calm and compose herself, ’I suspect one of the others will punish him before he reaches the exit, and I can take the bottle back from them.’ Deciding that was a good plan, the Bosmer ignored the corridor that led back to the entrance and choose the right hand turn she had ignored before.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 10:03 am
Bohemius Regalius
Health: Impeccable. Magicka: He wishes. Fatigue: Fresh
Location: Wawnet Inn.
Bottles Collected: 0 Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. At least, kind of. Bohemius was caught completely off guard when the woman turned around, ready to both impale him and set him on fire. He had all ready been backpedaling in recoil when the Vampire grabbed her instead. Alright, so they were good for something. Bohemius was not an honorable man, so he had absolutely no qualms with running out the door with the Bosmer's rightful prize. After all, why be honorable when dishonor worked so much better? While the variable of karma still had to be accounted for, that was the least of Bohemius' worries as he grabbed the bottle from the table, his torch from the ground by the door and sprinted out of the room in large, glorious strides.
He held his prize in one hand, the torch in the other as he ran through the long corridor back to the entrance. Victory! Victory! It was a wonderful thing, knowing he had gotten away completely unscathed. Now he just needed to get out of here and back to his horse, and he would be home free with a hundred Septims jingling in his coin purse. As he rounded the corner back to the entrance, he immediately found his progress inhibited. Why? Because in addition to the dead Vampire and the unconscious Vampire with a broken arm, there was a rather imposing Dunmer standing there. Likely plotting which hallway to take. Bohemius stood in front of him, holding a torch and one of the bottles the Dunmer was likely after as well.
No sweat, he could talk himself out of this. Hopefully, it would work better with Dunmer than it did with Vampires.
"Ah...Hello there! I recognize you, you were at the Inn. So you're, ah, probably here for the same reason I am...Aheh..."
Bohemius glanced at the bottle and then back at the Dunmer. He had to think of a way to persuade the Dunmer not to beat the living crap out of Bohemius. But what? An unarmed Imperial bearing a valuable wine normally guarded by Vampires has just walked up to you. Logic says, beat up helpless Imperial and make off with wine. Possibly cackling like an insane Necromancer as you run off.
"I imagine you've likely seen my handiwork..." Bohemius said, nodding towards the unconscious Vampire with an arm twisted awkwardly. The Vampire let out a sheepish moan, still unconscious.
"Not the dead one, mind you. I don't kill people. Don't like to. Not to say I'm not good in a fight. I've KO'd more people than you've a right to know, I'll tell you that."
Bohemius forced a smile.
"But, you know, lets not fight. I don't want to fight. Tell you what, if you let me walk out of here with this bottle, I will come right back here and help you find a bottle of your very own. Also, don't go down that passage. Crazy Bosmer chick down there. You don't want to mess with 'er."
Bohemius delicately set the bottle onto the ground. In all likelihood, that speech wouldn't work. Truthfully, Bohemius would help the Dunmer if permitted to stash away his vintage. He secretly wanted to beat up at least three more Vampires before he left here. Else-wise it would just be a waste of an opportunity.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 4:20 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Tapped, slowly regenerating┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : Night Eye, Detect Life┃ Wielding : Silver Long Sword┃ Equipped : Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock, Silver Longsword ┃ lnventory : x2 Weak Potion of Magicka, x 1 Weak Potion of Healing ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus
Neven was still trying to decide with path to take down into the depths of this ruined fort, when his detect life spell slowly reviled someone racing back up the passageway to the main door. When the figure came into view he could make out that this figure was male, most likely and Imperial, or a Breton. It was hard to tell humans apart, well not so much for Nords, towering lumbering barbarians, they were quite easy to tell apart from the rest. Neven rested one hand on the hilt of his sword and listened as the fool tried to talk his way past him. During his little speech, Neven had glanced down at the two vampire bodies on the ground. So taking his time had paid off after all, less work for him, though it pained him that he wouldn’t be leaving with more Vampire ash than he had originally wanted to collect.
Neven tilted his head to the side and thought about the man’s offer. ”I thank you for warning me about the dangers that lie down that passage way behind you.” A smirk formed on his ash colored face, this man was a fool indeed if he thought that Neven would actually believe that he would return to help him. ”Your offer is tempting, but I’m not fool. As soon as I let you by you will ride with all haste back to the Inn to claim your reward. No I think you will be staying here a bit longer.” Neven quickly pulled his sliver long sword free and held it toward the Imperial’s chest. The fool was unarmed; he just admitted that he didn’t like to kill people. He maybe better at Hand to Hand than Neven, but this fool didn’t know that Neven also had skill with Magicka. Even if the fool managed to disarm him a simple spell would be all he needed to take advantage if a fight broke out. ”You are going to tag along with me as I recover my own bottle, then you may leave with your prize.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 7:02 pm
Bohemius Regalius
Health: Impeccable. Magicka: He wishes. Fatigue: Fresh
Location: Wawnet Inn.
Bottles Collected: 1 That hadn't gone as planned. Partially anyway. He wasn't dead, so that was the partial part. The part of his master plan he failed to accomplish was that he wasn't home free either. Evidently, this Dunmer meant business. Rejecting Bohemius' offer, threatening him at sword-point...Every nerve in Bohemius screamed to beat the man senseless and continue on his way. The Imperial almost felt insulted that the Dunmer thought he would off and run away without helping.
Of course, logic took over in the end. The man had a staff. Staffs meant mages and mages meant Frostbite, electrocution, and third degree burns, to name a few. There's no telling what heat this guy could be packing Magicka wise, plus he was a Dunmer. Just the race famous for their spell-swords and battle-mages! This guy could be a walking death machine for all he knew!
Alright, stay calm. Potential death machine-ness aside, there weren't many other options at Bohemius' disposal. He had little choice but to agree to the Dunmer's deal. He could either get killed by the Dunmer or run back into the clutches of an angry Bosmer. Didn't look like he had much of a chance either way. Might as well go with the one who wouldn't kill him right off the bat.
"A valid point! To be perfectly honest, I wouldn't trust me either. You're completely in the right here, friend."
It was never too late to kiss butt. Perhaps if he grew on the Dunmer he might actually walk out of here with his prize and minimal injury.
"That said, lead the way, O merciful Dunmer. Don't worry, I won't run. After all, I'm sure the range on that staff there is very far."
Bohemius didn't know how he, a hand to hand expert, could be expected to do anything with a torch in one hand and a bottle in the other. Of course, he was in no position to question that. He simply waited for the commanding Dunmer to lead him onward.
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Jaydine rolled 1 100-sided dice:
80
Total: 80 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 8:29 am
Eliya ~ When she was relatively certain that nothing was ready to pounce on her from the shadows of the corridor, Eliya knelt down and checked the vampire's body, quickly gathering its dust. When done she stood up and tucked it into one of her cloak pockets, next to the yellow corked bottle. Though tucked in a deep pocket, the bottle was recognizable, its yellow top sticking out several inches.
Eliya began to go back the way she'd came, intent on leaving the fort with her prize when an unbidden though surfaced. There were more bottles....each bottle was worth 100 gold....perhaps she should try to find another. Was she being greedy or clever? It was difficult to tell, but her hesitation could cost her. She needed to decide now. Fine. On with it then.
Turning back around, Eliya set off to explore the fort further. With a pink release she lifted a life detect spell into the surrounding area. As she did so she paused, seeing a smaller glow appear in her vision. It was rapidly approaching and based on the size of its aura Eliya would guess it was a wolf or mountain lion. It had probably caught her scent. Sure enough a minute later it came running down the corridor towards her, and via her night vision she clearly saw that it was a wolf.
About the same time she saw the wolf, another pink blob started floating towards her, coming from the same direction of the wolf. This aurora was humanoid in shape and most definitely either one of her competitors or another vampire. She would prefer to err on the side of vampire. Calmly she waited for the wolf to reach her. When he was still a few feet away, he lunged at her; expecting this she jumped to the side and reached out to touch him with a commanding touch.
She felt the magic flow from her fingertips and instantly the wolf's growl turned from her to the newcomer who was quickly approaching. "Protect me," she whispered, knowing that the words were unnecessary. "Die intruder!" the words of the hooded figure left no question in Eliya's mind as to who or what it was. The vampire lifted its hand to likely conjure an undead but the wolf leaped at it, interrupting its summoning. With a curse the vampire began shooting spells, attempting to get the wolf off.
Eliya took advantage of the momentary confusion to quickly disappear under the cloak of invisibility and position herself behind the vampire, who by this time had pulled out a shortsword and made quick work of the wolf. "I know you are here intruder. Reveal yourself!" I think not. Eliya became visible as she touched the undead creature with a temporary paralyzing touch. It would only last three seconds but that would be more then enough to finish the job. Her other hand held one of her silver daggers, and followed the touch with a quick slitting motion from behind. Without another sound the body collapsed to the floor.
Eliya knelt quickly and gathered the creature's dust, wiping her bloody blade on its cloak as she did so. Standing up, Eliya cast another life detect spell as well as night vision and began sprinting down the corridor, hoping she wouldn't run into any more vampires as she tried to locate another bottle. She followed the stone hallway as it curved and led to a very large room, and paused at the entrance. By all appearances it seemed to be empty of any current inhabitants.
Eliya walked forward cautiously, her senses tingling with danger. However no one jumped out at her, and as she carefully surveyed the room, her attention was drawn to a stack of barrels and crates that were stacked in one corner. Taking long strides she began opening them one by one, looking for any of the bottles. Many boxes had empty bottles, and even a few filled ones but it wasn't until she checked the second to the last barrel that she found what she was looking for. The blue cork was highly visible in her night vision. Yes! Is she could get out of the fort with two she would be happy. Holding the lid of the barrel up with one hand, she reached for the bottle with the other....
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:43 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Tapped, slowly recharging┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock, Silver Longsword ┃ lnventory : x2 Weak Potion of Magicka, x 1 Weak Potion of Healing ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus
Neven tilted his head to the side once more, ignoring what the Imperial was saying, and quickly thought about whether or not he should just smack this guy over the head with the flat of his sword or paralyze him for just a few moments, pick up the bottle of wine he carried and be on his way back to the inn. The strong arrogance the Dunmer possessed whispered in his mind to do it, but another part his greed whispered just as much to not do it. In the end greed won out, better to leave with a bottle of his own, plus a good portion of vampire ash to sell later than just a single bottle. Plus you never know when someone might have an “accident,” his eyes flashed toward the Imperial standing across from him at that thought. Thus he could leave with two bottles and some ash that he liked a whole lot more. ”I’m far from a friend, but” he sheath his sword, ”I’ve decided not to leave you lying here at the mercy of the vampires and take that bottle your holding.” And with that Neven started down the corridor that branched off to the right of the main one that his new companion had come running down.
As he walked he replied both of his spells, he felt his magicka stores drain once again, good thing that most of what he used before entering had been replenished while he “chatted” with the Imperial. ”So Imperial, do you think yourself to important to take the life of others? I’m sure that vampire would not have given you the same courtesy he had won that exchange. You would have either been dead as we speak or a prisoner to become cattle for them later.” Neven was a Telvanni, he was raised to kill to further one’s own ambitions and rank, if the person they killed was too weak to stop them, they didn’t belong at that rank any longer. He could not fathom someone not wishing to kill others, it had to be a weakness of some kind.
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Misthral rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:50 pm
Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm) ┃ Magicka : Significantly Tapped ┃ Fatigue : Winded ┃ Mood : Irritated ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
Marilien stuck to the shadows as she roamed down the corridor, and it served her well. She passed another vampire, who was alerted to a presence, but seemed to forget the use of their hunter’s sight. Thankful for the vampire’s lack of intelligence, Marilien slipped around a bend and out of regular sight before the vampire could unwittingly bump into her. This new stretch of carved stone was dank and filled with a kind of mist - it also split into two more paths. As Marilien took residence in another alcove to take a moment to consider which path she wanted to take, a howl of an animal in pain rang down the wider pathway. Any animal that managed to make it this far in, clearly, was not a threat to any vampire, so it demise could only have been caused by one of her competitors. It would make sense that whoever had killed, or just harmed, the animal, had turned right when they entered the fort. Marilien considered this knowledge, and then decided that whoever it was could wait, there were five bottles and no one appeared to have checked down the smaller path in front of her. The Bosmer’s eyes swept the hallway but detected no sign of a potential enemy, and so she pressed onward.
The smaller passage was about one hundred yards long and ended in another room, this time sealed by a gate that was locked. Marilien could see past the bars, but thankfully, this time the room was dark and the mist helped to better conceal her presence, unlike last time when the vampire had caught sight of her when she tried to peek into the room. However the occupant of this small room looked like a great deal more trouble than the last two, even though one them had caused her to lose her bottle. This one was a Nord and had what looked like a two handed mace strapped to his back, ’excellent,’ she thought a little sarcastically, almost wishing she had picked the other corridor and left this guy for someone else. But this room certainly did seem to be the stereotypical place that a bottle of wine might be stashed, so for that fact only, she would persevere. Quietly, she touched the metal of the gate and listened for the soft sound that the lock had been disabled, but instead it made a very loud clunk. ”Who’s there?” The voice inquired, but she heard no sound of his footsteps, she couldn’t risk a look but there was no way a Nord that size could move silently, ”bah, must be rats again.” Marilien exhaled, at least he was a typical Nord - they never seemed to want to go out of their way to investigate anything, which suited her.
Slowly, she moved to the door to get a better look of the enemy and took into her right hand one of her old steel daggers. When she felt she could proceed no further without alerting him, she lifted the steel weapon above her head, took a moment to line up the throw and then hurled the dagger at him. When it made contact his body twisted away from her, though from surprise more than anything else. The Bosmer ducked again for the cover of the doorway and this time she could clearly hear the Nord stomping toward the door, cussing as he went. When he passed the door frame she was preparing to slice at his legs with her daggers, but instead she had to settled for plunging one into his foot, because when he came through the door his weapon was already swinging for her head. The assassin was forced to abort her original plan and throw herself to the ground, thus the mace breezed over her head, collided with the wall and her dagger punctured his leather boot and foot. The vampire hissed and drew back his weapon, but she pulled free her dagger and rolled away – the mace struck the ground where she had been. With the grace of a gymnast, Marilien found her feet and edged away from the Nord, who was clearly getting more and more irritated by her. At this point she probably should have used Magicka but having already used this twice, she didn’t want to completely deplete her reserves while they were still regenerating slowly, plus she had a plan that didn’t involve Magic.
She drew as close as she dared, putting the wall at her back, and feigning an attack. As she expected the Nord responded to her presumed assault not by assuming a defensive stance, but by swinging his mace with all his might, obviously hoping to cripple her before she could cripple him. But the Bosmer jumped to the side, and dash behind him while his weapon struck the wall, and needed to be heaved to remove it from the stone and mortar, just like the first time he’d missed her and bashed the wall instead. Now behind him, and his defence so widely open there should have been a giant bullseye on his back, she executed her preferred move when dealing with folk taller than she. Her right dagger plunged through his shirt, through his skin, between the ribs and into the lung, and she used this heave her body upwards, so her left hand and dagger could reach his throat and they sliced through every important vessel you could find. She pulled free the dagger lodged in his chest and fell gracefully back onto her feet, his body crumpled on the floor. As before, she ran the vampire through the heart with her dagger, to ensure he was truly dead. Then she collected the dust and made her way back to the little room he had been guarding.
Marilien turned the room upside down but found no sight of a bottle anywhere. ’Wasted effort,’ she thought bitterly, really wishing she had taken the other corridor now. She tossed down a small empty barrel, which shattered on the ground and then stomped from the room. Stepping over the Nord’s corpse, she dragged her last foot and gave the dead vampire a hateful kick in the head. However just after she did this, her attention was drawn to a ledge running the length of the wall she had followed while sneaking down this corridor. On the ledge, behind a stack of skulls, was a bottle with a red cork seal, ’brilliant, could have saved myself a lot of time if I had seen that sooner,’ she thought with slight irritation. The Bosmer then crossed back over the vampire’s corpse, giving it another spiteful kick, and headed over to the ledge to retrieve her prize.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 4:23 pm
Bohemius Regalius
Health: Impeccable. Magicka: He wishes. Fatigue: Fresh
Location: Wawnet Inn.
Bottles Collected: 1
"No! Heavens, no! One would think if it were a case of egotism that I would run around mass murdering people purely because I think I'm better than them!"
Bohemius explained himself as he walked behind the Dunmer briskly. Simultaneously he was formulating plan upon plan of stunning the Dunmer and fleeing. As each plan entered his mind, he subsequently dismissed it. No need for running yet, but if the time called for it he would be out of there faster than the Dunmer could say...Whatever Dunmer generally say when an enemy escapes them. Bohemius never really hung out with Dunmer that often.
"I suppose the Vampire would do just that. You know, because he's a Vampire and that's what Vampires need to get along in this world. I don't kill people because I was raised under the impression that killing people is wrong. Its just not something I necessarily enjoy. Say you don't like the taste of Wolf meat. Then you don't eat Wolf meat, right? I don't like killing people, so I don't kill people. I do, however, like beating the snot out of people with my bare hands. Anyone can cleave their foe in half with a war axe, it takes a true artist to incapacitate someone with nothing but their hands and leave them still breathing."
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Nerevar Telvanni rolled 1 100-sided dice:
97
Total: 97 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 6:49 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : recharged┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : Night Eye, Detect Life┃ Wielding : Silver Longsword┃ Equipped : Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock, Silver Longsword ┃ lnventory : x2 Weak Potion of Magicka, x 1 Weak Potion of Healing ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus
To be frank Neven could have carried less what the Imperial’s answer was to his question. He had already decided the man was weak if he lacked the necessary edge to finish off an opponent for good. The old Dunmer picked up his pace a little too put some distance between him and the Imperial. He was just biding his time, giving his Magicka a chance to completely replenish before he acted. Neven gave his head a micro shake in disbelieve that this man was serious about not taking life, and rolled his fire red eyes at the mention that it took more skill to fight hand to hand that it did with a blade or an ax. What took skill was learning the many pathways of Magicka, it was a dangerous and for the lucky a rewarding adventure.
Satisfied that his stores of Magicka had replenished to their max, he enacted his plan. His hand dived down quickly grasped the grip of his sword and in one fluid motion spun on the spot while drawing the blade loose, extending his arm and entering into a battle stance. Seconds later he drew on his Magicka and readied a paralyzing spell that would last long enough for Neven to make his escape from his “companion.” ”I’ve decided to break our little arrangement. You WILL hand that bottle over to me now, and I’ll let you leave my side unharmed. If you refuse…well let’s just say it won’t be pleasant for you.”
[[ I'm going to be busy the next couple of days and I didn't want to leave either of us tied to one another so I'm going to challenge you to MORTAL KOMBAT! lol ]]
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Actual Dead Author rolled 1 100-sided dice:
57
Total: 57 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 9:41 am
Bohemius Regalius
Health: Impeccable. Magicka: He wishes. Fatigue: Fresh
Location: Wawnet Inn.
Bottles Collected: 0
Bohemius Regalius
Health: Impeccable. Magicka: He wishes. Fatigue: Fresh
Location: Wawnet Inn.
Bottles Collected: 0 "...Right. Hand over the bottle. Well then, I guess a bottle of wine isn't anything to get myself killed over."
Give him the wine? Oh, cruel karma. He should've known better than to trust this fellow. This was his punishment for stealing someone else's prize, then. Didn't matter that he tried making up for it by helping a fellow adventurer out. Perhaps if Bohemius was lucky this loathsome fellow would be violently murdered by Vampires or another adventurer. Karma had taken Bohemius' prize, hopefully something ill would fall this jerk as well.
Of course, maybe Bohemius could take it upon himself to enact karma as he saw fit. Oh, he'd give this guy his wine.
"Want the bottle? Well, here you go!"
Bohemius wound up his arm and flung the bottle at the Dunmer, the bottle spinning through the air at rapid velocity towards the Dunmer's face. What happened after that wasn't much concern for Bohemius, for he had turned tail and fled the moment the bottle left his hands.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 1:13 pm
Eliya ~ The Mage Assassin's hand closed firmly around the neck of the bottle and victoriously she pulled it from the barrel, dropping the lid back down as she did so. A tight smile laced her lips as she pocketed the bottle, this one on the other side of her cloak, the blue cork sticking out and apparent to anyone looking for it. Cautiously she glanced around the room again; it was extremely unlikely that it would remind empty for much longer. Eliya didn't plan on sticking around to find out.
The redheaded woman quickly ran back the direction she'd come, exiting the room and moving stealthily down the corridor. Both luckily and strangely there appeared to be no one nearby. Eliya jogged lightly and turned a stone corner only to fall backwards as she collided with something.
[[ooc-mish I thought it might be amusing if they ran into each other but if you don't care for that I will say in my next post that she ran into an invisible vampire, which you can include in your next post if you want... meh or we can have a few more solitary posts... ><]]
EDIT: Eliya has in possession a blue bottle and yellow bottle.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 8:10 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : Night Eye, Detect Life┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock, Silver Longsword ┃ lnventory : x2 Weak Potion of Magicka, x 1 Weak Potion of Healing x1 Shadowbanish Wine (Green Wax Seal)┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus
Neven was slightly caught off guard when the Imperial tossed the bottle of wine at him and then turned and fled. He could care less that the Imperial fled, the fool was weak anyways, didn’t have the guts to kill when it need to be done. No doubt he feared that he would be on the losing side of any fight between the pair and decided to run like a whipped dog. Neven quickly dropped his sword and reached out to grab hold of the spinning wine bottle. It wouldn’t do him any good if the bottle smashed to bits on the ground, spilling out his prize all over the dust and grim covered floors of this old fort. Luckily his hands where nibble this time and he just snagged the neck of the bottle before it managed to strike the ground. He carefully check the bottle over to make sure that it was indeed still in whole, making double sure that the cork was still secured by the green wax seal the original bottler had decided to use to seal his work. Satisfied that his prize was indeed going to be alright, he knelt down and placed the bottle on the floor next to him to retrieve his dropped sword. With his sword in hand he stood back up and returned the blade back into its scabbard.
Now that he had his prize and no real secure place to put it, for he didn’t carry a pack large enough to fit the large wine bottle in, he decided to just rely on his Magicka and leave the sword at his side, unless he really needed to make use of it again. As he made his way back up the corridor he gave the Imperial’s dropped torch a kick sending the flames spinning into the wall. Now Neven was left with a real dilemma, should he return now and claim his 100 Septims, or press on and try to acquire another bottle and a bigger pay day?
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