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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:06 pm
  Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm & bruised) ┃ Magicka : Tapped ┃ Fatigue : Winded ┃ Mood : Irritated ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
Marilien took a final look around, just to be sure that cheater from earlier wasn’t back and attempting to steal another of her prizes, plus if he was she’d be happy to take the opportunity to have that bottle back in her possession too. Satisfied, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around the neck of the red seal marked bottle, she then found space for the dense glass container on her utility belt. Happy that it wasn’t going to slip or risk damage, the Assassin resumed her search. Marilien stealthily moved through the mist, undetected, or at least she assumed so since nothing was attacking her. She made it back to the split in the corridor, the same one she had paused at before, but this time she merely paused to check for bodies roaming in the passages she had already explored, and then she turned to one she had ignored earlier. She came to the corner, cautiously, and peeked around but was shocked to find something at had been waiting for her. A solid object, hit her, not really causing any damage but it was probably just a distraction for something worse. Since the impact had pushed Marilien back into the stone wall, she hadn’t fallen, so was now at the advantage to take her daggers in hand and advance on the sprawling figure. She could see clearly, albeit everything was tainted in greeny/purple hues, and this ambush was starting to look less like one. Suddenly she realised, that this was one of the others from the Inn, she hadn’t recognised the red-head at first because her hair appeared dark purple when viewed with the Night-Eye effect.
”Some ambush,” Marilien uttered, now standing over the red-head, her daggers pointed in a threatening posture. Although the Assassin was almost certain, the Altmer hadn’t meant to run into her, she wasn’t going to take any chances. After all, with night vision, Marilien could easily make out the two bottles in the red-head’s possession.
((ooc: Not going to roll just yet, I figured you might have some ideas or something Jaydine. XD I’m a bit too sleepy to think))
Bottles: 1
Red Bottle
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 12:20 pm
 Eliya ~ Eliya felt herself knocked backwards as she collided with something or someone. Mentally she cursed herself. She should have used a life detect spell to accompany her hurried escape. The mage assassin reached for her dagger and turned to look up from where she lay sprawled on the stone floor to see a cloaked woman standing over her. It was the mysterious woman from the Inn. Eliya's eyes flitted momentarily to the bottle hanging from the woman's belt, her hands at the same time subconsciously going to check her own, before returning back to the woman. Her hand reluctantly released the dagger it was holding.
The woman was holding two daggers threateningly and Eliya's mind quickly fluttered through possible scenarios, many of which did not have a good ending. The other woman clearly had an advantage and Eliya was doing her best to quickly decide how to react. The woman hadn't as of yet pounced on her and slit her throat so perhaps that was not her intent...yet she was almost brandishing her daggers so it was obvious she would be more than willing if Eliya gave her an excuse.
Eliya lay on the floor not moving except for her eyes which did a closer examination of the cloaked figure in front of her. She was tense and prepared as she waited for the other woman to swing one of her daggers, yet it did not come. There was a few moments of silence where they stared at one another, each waiting for the others to make a move. Finally after what seemed like forever, though what was in all likelihood only seconds, Eliya took an experimental nudge backwards and then slowly and as non threateningly as possible stood up to face the other woman. She took another step backwards so that there was a little more space between, though a good lunge could quickly displace it.
Her gaze jumped to the silver dagger that lay solitary on the floor, and instantly back to the other woman. The redhead's hand rested near her other dagger, ready to unsheath it in a blink if necessary.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 6:12 pm
Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm & bruised) ┃ Magicka : Slightly tapped ┃ Fatigue : Winded ┃ Mood : Bemused ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
Marilien observed the Altmer as it observed her. The Bosmer assassin guessed when the Red-Head’s eyes paused at her waist that she was taking note of the red corked bottle that Marilien carried on her utility belt. At the same time Marilien noticed the wary glance that was thrown in the direction of the Bosmer’s weapons. Still, Marilien hadn’t decided what to do about the Altmer yet, yes she had two of the very items Marilien was in here to find, and yes she was holding a silver dagger which she was possibly contemplating on using, but so far hadn’t done anything. Marilien’s intrigue was further peaked when the Altmer released her weapon and it audibly clattered on the stone. ”Surrendering?” Marilien asked, a little wary because experience had told her never to underestimate her opponent. There was still a chance that this was just a ruse, there could be another working with the red-head and they could just be waiting for Marilien to drop her guard. ’Not going to happen,’ the assassin thought viciously, and allowed her eyes to sweep the corridor again while keeping her head motionless, hoping, if there was an ambusher, she would spot them before they could mount their assault.
However the Altmer moved away from Marilien. At first this sudden action after such a longer period of staring contest caused Marilien to tense, but she quickly assumed that the Altmer was just trying to stand up, not attack her. Although, to be on the safe side, Marilien also took a step backwards, putting a little more room between them. The Bosmer didn’t drop her threatening, defensive pose, why should she, just because the Altmer had gotten up without attacking her didn’t mean that it still wasn’t going to happen. ”Mind introducing yourself? And anyone else who might be with you and hiding.” Marilien spoke with a commanding tone, she felt she had the right to, since she was the only one still holding all their weapons. While she expected that someone or several some ones would emerge from the shadows, no one came to stand at the red-head’s side, ”so you’re alone… Interesting… I thought your crashing into me was some kind of ruse, but, I guess I was giving your intelligence too much credit.”Marilien allowed sarcasm to coat her words, she wasn’t concerned about the slight insult causing the Red-Head to attack her.
Bottles: 1
Red Bottle
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 9:27 pm
Eliya ~ Eliya said nothing when the other woman commented about the redhead surrendering. She was hardly surrendering, she simply knew when and where to make life living decisions. The mage assassin was relieved when the other woman took a step backwards as well, though her threateningly knives did not waver. The Altmer's hand hovered over her other sheathed dagger and her green eyes flashed in the darkness of the corridor at the tone of the other woman. The cloaked woman had asked a question, but her tone said otherwise. She expected an answer. She was demanding it.
Defiantly the elf raised her chin. Though she wanted to, she didn't take another step backwards. There was some breathing space between them now and though short one dagger Eliya felt more than ready to take on her challenger if necessary. The dark cloaked woman no longer had the upper hand. In response to the other woman's query, Eliya used a small telekinesis spell to swiftly pull the dagger from the floor to her hand. A small clatter was all that could be heard before the weapon rested comfortably in her palm She still however had not drawn the other one.
The Altmer's pride wouldn't let her keep silent, and she couldn't ignore the woman's sarcasm. "Let me guess....you're alone too?" Eliya raised a delicate eyebrow in mock concern, "perhaps you're giving your own intelligence too much credit. This is a dangerous place, darling. You wouldn't want to break a nail." Eliya took another step back, unsheathing her other weapon as she did so. By doing both those actions at the same time she was saying very clearly that she did not want to fight, but was willing to if it came to that.
"The name is Eliya. I don't suppose you would care to enlighten me of who's aquaintance I have the pleasure of making?" Eliya's tone was sarcastic as she kept a careful eye on the other woman for any sudden movements. 1: Blue Bottle 1. Yellow
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 8:32 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Slightly Tapped┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Silver Longsword : 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 had made up his mind, he would continue to hunt for the rest of the bottles as well as get him some vampire ash. With no better direction to pick other than the one he had been traveling along with the Imperial before he turned on his companion and stole the bottle of wine he had found. Neven ran his thumb along the green wax seal, wondering what this wine would taste like, after all it was truly ancient, nearly as old as some of the Telvanni wizards that live on Telvanni Island. Maybe he could convince the Inn keeper to let him have a drink of the wine, that or he'd just keep one of the bottles for himself.
Neven slowly crept down the corridor until it came to a fork, he peered down each branch wondering if his pick would lead him to another prize. In the end he decided to take the right path and prayed to Azura that he had made the right choice. He made it a few meters down the branch, when from an alcove stepped out one of the forts vampire residences, a female voice penetrated the darkness
"You are not welcome here, prepare to become cattle for our clan." The vampire disappeared in a puff of green smoke as she used her invisibility spell. Neven who had both night eye and detect life could clearly make out the purple aura that surrounded the vampire as she lunged out at him. She didn't even bother to pull the dagger attached to her hip. "She must want to take me alive to feed on later.' Well this lady, no creature was mistaken if she though that he wouldn't attack her back because she happened to be female. "I don't think I'll become anyone's cattle you pale freak of nature." he said mockingly has he threw himself back and readied a spell. He could hear the vampire hissing at him comment about being a freak, that must have pushed her into a more frenzied attitude because she didn't even bother to keep up a defense for a counter attack.
Neven took a step toward the vampire closing the gap, that move must have surprised the vampire as she paused for just half a fraction of a second. He lashed out his hand and placed it on her chest then muttered one word, "burn." He felt the fire spell draw from his stores of Magicka, the warm sensation as the touch fire spell left his hand and spread out over the vampires chest. The vampire shrieked loudly and tossed herself back as she tired to bat the flames out. He wouldn't give the vampire the chance to snuff out the flames, he quickly reached down, pulled his sword loose and stabbed it straight into the vampires burning chest, piecing her heart and ending her undead life.
As the vampire fell to the ground, he pulled the sword from her chest and slide the blade back into its scabbard. He gave her body a kick to make sure the vampire was indeed dead, then reached down and retrieved the vampire's ash's, placing them inside one of the pouches on his belt. Without a second thought he stepped over her body and continued down the corridor.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 4:09 pm
Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm & bruised) ┃ Magicka : Charged ┃ Fatigue : Winded ┃ Mood : Amused & Intrigued ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
Marilien watched, but didn’t react as the other elf used a spell to retrieve her dropped weapon. The Bosmer wasn’t worried about her rearming herself, though she was slightly irritated at the other elf’s confidence, did she really think taking her weapon back would go unpunished. Well for now it would, Marilien wasn’t ready to end the conversation just yet, especially if the elf continued to be such an amusing moron. ”I don’t need to work with anyone, they would just get in my way,” she answered a little coolly, but went on to add in a more amused tone, ”well if you measure intelligence on the ability to reuse someone else’s insult and fall on your a**, then yes, you are much smarter than me. The Bosmer assassin grinned from behind her mask, she couldn’t possibly find the lacklustre insult the Atlmer gave in response insulting, given the opportunity a child could probably have done better, or at least come up with something original. ”As for dangerous, you look about as threatening as a kitten, and the vampires in this joint will probably be avoiding me from now on,” she said while lowering one of her daggers briefly to pat a bulging leather pouch on her belt, filled with ashy substance taken from the vampires she had already killed.
When her silent message was sent she raised her weapon again, ”truthfully, I had no intention of giving you my name, but since you are capable of asking so nicely,” she spoke, copying Eliya’s sarcastic tone of voice, ”you can call me Marilien.” Marilien studied the Altmer, still considered what she would do to this elf. ”Well then Eliya, what is it you plan to do now? After all, you can act as timid as you want, the fact still remains you have something I want and rearming yourself hasn’t helped a great deal in me trusting you.” Her voice came out in its usual icy cold tone, but Marilien found a portion of her own mind suddenly focused on why the elf’s name suddenly seemed familiar, when she had spoken it to address the owner. Perhaps it was a common name, but she wasn’t sure about that, no she had definitely heard it somewhere before.
Bottles: 1
Red Bottle
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 5:55 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Silver Longsword┃ 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 could hear voices in the distance, the stone walls and floor of the fort acted just like a cave system would and amplified the sounds so they would carry much further than they would if one was outside in the open. One of the voices had a familiar sound to it the other was quite foreign to him. So far Neven had meet only one of the four people after these bottles since leaving the fort and beside the Imperial fool he had only heard the voice of two others, the two Altmer's both the male and female. Both of the voices that he heard in the distance where female, which meant one his male Altmer "friend" was still unaccounted for.
Neven cautiously crept down the corridor toward the voices, no sense in making a grand entrance while they were auguring and thus ruin the element of surprise he would have. He could make out the end of the corridor in the distance, both his Night Eye and Detect Life spells ended just as he reached the end. He peered around the corner to survey the room, just as he suspected the Altmer woman was in the room as well as that mysterious cloaked Bosmer that had so angered the inn keeper. Both had weapons raised and were arguing over the intelligence of the other. He shook his head, the Altmer thought themselves are prompt and proper, not to mention surpassing intelligence because of their so called long stride that made them live longer, and the Bosmer those nature loving freaks would rather eat each other than harm the trees in Valenwood, So to him they were both equally stupid.
He pulled his head back around the corner and slide his hand down toward his sword, but first he needed to secure his prize a bit more. So he removed two of the larger pouched that hung off his belt and wrapped each end of the bottle, then cut the fasting straps off a third pouch to tie them together. One his prize was nice and wrapped he took the remaining straps and tired them around the bottle then looped the whole thing on his belt securely. He gave the makeshift pouch a hard tug to test how well it would hold up, it gave just a little, but not enough that it would worry Neven to much about losing it. With the bottle secured he returned to his last motion and pulled his sword free of its scabbard, stepped around the corner and said loudly "Now now ladies, there is no need to argue like that. But if you insist on arguing back and forth with each other and thus wasting time I'll just take those bottles from you and be on my way to more important matters that require my attention."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 11:58 am
Eliya ~ Eliya noted the other woman's tone and words...a brief flare of anger lit momentarily inside the Altmer as her cloaked nemesis mocked her. Uncharacteristically she bit back the anger and instead allowed a smirk to grace full lips. She had no need to let the other woman know she was getting under the redhead's skin. As the other person pointed to the pouch around her belt there was no mistaking the implication. She was a force to be reckoned with.
She said nothing however and refrained from interrupting, instead gleaning what information she could from the person across from her. Marilien. The name was not familiar but instead of dismissing the information, she tucked it securely away. Obviously the other woman was not someone who often gave away her name. The fact that she did so cause Eliya to tighten her grip slightly on her daggers. This conversation seemed to be tipping towards the edge of conflict.
The woman's next words only solidified this thought. If she thought Eliya timid, let her. Eliya could use the woman's misconceptions to her advantage. Perhaps she should encourage this. Her pride nagged at her however.... "I apologize if my interest in personal safety has caused a lack of distrust on your part....perhaps we could come to some sort of --" Eliya's calm voice had an undertone of sarcasm that was nearly invisible but impossible to completely rid of and before she could finish her sentence a different voice interrupted.
"Now now ladies, there is no need to argue like that. But if you insist on arguing back and forth with each other and thus wasting time I'll just take those bottles from you and be on my way to more important matters that require my attention."
How this Dunmer has sneaked up on them Eliya could only guess, though it probably had something to do with both of them being so focused on one another. One of her daggers instinctively moved in his direction. Quickly her mind scanned through possible options. All three of them could fight it out, or perhaps she could team up with one of them. Which however she wasn't sure....but she did know she wasn't going to turn those hard earned bottles over without a fight. Her jade eyes flickered to the other woman with whom she'd just been conversing. If together they took down the man then Eliya would be more then willing to allow the other woman his bottle. Eliya did already have two after all. She noted the securely fastened bottle at his waist. A carefully aimed blade could let it free. But what was the other woman thinking? She might just try to take them both out... in which case Eliya would quickly switch tactics and perhaps side with the Dunmer... if possible....worse case scenario she became invisible and made a run for it.... there was after all one bottle left to be found...unless someone else had already located it. Eliya pursed her lips in thought, her hands still holding one dagger at each of the other two, her eyes on both of them as she waited for someone else to make a move.
Bottles: 1 yellow 1 blue
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Misthral rolled 1 100-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 7:52 am
Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm & bruised) ┃ Magicka : Tapped ┃ Fatigue : Winded ┃ Mood : Focused ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
The hidden smile on the assassin’s face deepened as the red-head began to suggest they come to some sort of agreement. Negotiation could be amusing, even if Marilien would probably betray the Altmer in the end. But then a colder voice interrupted them, and Marilien automatically turned her head and without realising, mimicked Eliya by turning one of her daggers on the Dunmer. ”As if anything would want the attention of a Dunmer, except maybe a grave, if that is what you’re looking for.” Though she glanced back at the Altmer, who also seemed to be sizing up her two potential enemies, Marilien studied the Dunmer through the low contrast film of her night vision. One of the first things she noticed was the bottle tied to his belt, the second thing she noticed was that the seal, though the colour distorted, was the green bottle the idiot imperial had whisked out of her grasp earlier. ”I hope you killed that Imperial, it’ll save me the trouble of tracking him down later.”
The only thing now that caused the Bosmer to pause was the fact her enemies were two, and she was one, though the Altmer and Dunmer didn’t appear to be on agreeable terms, they could still gang up on her. Plus they could be pretending not to know each other… She could also side with one of them, for now, but they would probably be thinking the same. No, she wouldn’t side with either of them, she didn’t have a fair reason to, neither of them particularly intimidated her, especially the Altmer – though the Dunmer could be problematic. Also the Altmer was closer, she could attack her now while she was distracted, and hopefully at least disable the red-head, leaving only the Dunmer. Or…
As if someone just hit the play button, Marilien sprang into action, without any form of signal to prerequisite the fact she was going to attack, surprise attacks were her thing. She slashed at the Altmer, hoping to have caught her flesh, the sting of a freshly opened wound would distract the red-head for a second or two. But either way, Marilien was jumping forward for another assault, one blade up high ready to catch the red-head in the chest, the other not in any position to attack it would seem. But instead her intention was not in the attack, her intention was to grab the Altmer, cut free one of the bottles on her belt with the unthreatening dagger, while simultaneously shoving the Altmer at the Dunmer. Of course she could miss the bottle entirely, but at least the Altmer would be between her and the Dunmer, thus probably being his first target. Or if they did indeed turn out to be working together, then at least neither opponent was covering a potential escape route. Now she just had to get through the first part of her plan, grabbing the Altmer, to see how the rest panned out.
((ooc: FUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDGGGGGGEEEE!! XD
Oh well I don't think Mari is gonna win a bottle XD Unless Jaydine manages to roll a 1. You can pick the colour bottle Mari missed.))
Bottles: 1
Red Bottle
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Nerevar Telvanni rolled 1 100-sided dice:
79
Total: 79 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 1:37 pm
Neven Telvanni- Warlock Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Tapped┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Silver Longsword┃ 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
Just as expected Neven’s sudden appearance and remake caused the two ladies to quickly end their useless bickering and turn their attention toward him. He eyed them both and took notice that they only carried daggers, no real threat to him he had the reach if came down to a sword fight. While it was true they could throw the dagger and thus make their much smaller weapons into ranged one, he was confident enough in his quickness to dodge any dagger that might be thrown his way.
As he made his way across the room he kept his fiery red eyes fixed on the pair of ladies, only glancing down for a bit to take inventory on which bottles each processed. It was hard to see in the dim lighting but he could just make out the coloring; the Altmer had the larger prize two bottles yellow and blue, while the cloaked Bosmer only had the one red. Three bottles, four including his own so if...no no when he managed to take the bottles from the ladies he’d only need to track the one remaining bottle down.
Neven brought his attention back to the ladies and he could see the Bosmer had checked his person just as he had done hers. A smile formed across his ashen face when she mentioned the Imperial and he replied ”Sadly no. The Imperial dog fled like a coward when I challenged him for the bottle you see me carrying.” Neven tilted his head to the side and then continued ”Hopefully as a fellow Mer you won’t dishonor own kind and run off when I challenge you for yours.” Truth be known, he wasn’t sure who he’d challenge first, the cloaked Bosmer was the most unknown to him, given her actions in the Inn and now here with her threat of putting him into a grave, and thus the bigger threat as she didn’t seem to care about anyone other than herself. So if it came down to it he would side with the Altmer in upcoming fight, just long enough to get her on his good side before he turned on her as well.
He wouldn’t have to think on it for much longer, giving no warning the Bosmer leapt into action. He saw he slash at the Altmer he wasn’t sure if the blade connected but it didn’t matter to him at the moment he launched himself forward bringing his sword into play blocking the second attack aimed at the Altmer’s chest. With his empty hand he lashed out and pushed the Altmer to the ground and out of the way. ”Tut tut that’s not how a lady should behave. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” Neven taunted the Bosmer. He had learned that taunting was a great psychological weapon. It usually forced the opponent to lose focus on the matter at hand by becoming more enraged and thus desperate to get back at him for his taunts. He lashed out with his empty hand once more but this time in the direction of the cloaked Bosmer said ”I think I’ll take those daggers so you don’t hurt yourself,” and cast a simple Telekinesis spell [[ custom spell 15ft for 11 secs ]] on her daggers and tugged, after all Neven loved to toy with his opponents in various ways. So by taunting her, plus his audacity to try and take her daggers, he was hoping that it would cause the Bosmer to grow even more angry and thus lose more focus on the battle at hand.
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Jaydine rolled 1 100-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:26 pm
Eliya ~ There was a brief pause where everyone was sizing one another up. Eliya unfortunately had shifted her gaze once more to the male Dunmer and was therefore caught completely off guard when the masked woman attacked. Eliya shifted quickly in response but the sudden burning sensation on her arm let her know she hadn't moved quickly enough. There was no time to check the severity of her wound however as the masked woman lunged again at the Altmer, her bladed dagger swinging down in an arc. Damn this woman moves quickly. Acting purely out of reflex, Eliya attempted to lunge out of the way, intending to roll and release a torrent of magic at her attacker. What happend next however was not according to plan. She felt a firm grip tug at her cape and heard the sound of weapons clashing and then she felt herself shoved to the floor.
She rolled with the unexpected shove and sprang to her feet, quickly surveying the situation. The Dunmer and masked woman were now facing one another and it was obvious that he had saved her life.... as to why Eliya had no idea but she expected that his thinking probably mirrored her own.... two are better then one....together they could take down the masked woman, but then where would that leave them? Still friends or suddenly foes? The Altmer was alot of things, but one she wasn't was naive. The chances of the dark skinned male turning on her later could be highly expected. But she wouldn't worry about that now.
Eliya raised a hand and released Minor Enervation,[Drain Fatigue
15pts for 15sec on Target]at the cloaked woman. It was a small fatigue spell that would hopefully tire the woman unexpectedly and allow Eliya and her rescuer to take down the other woman. She had after all just attempted to kill the redhead....
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Misthral rolled 1 100-sided dice:
28
Total: 28 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 1:26 pm
Health : Fine (Small wound on left arm & bruised) ┃ Magicka : Tapped ┃ Fatigue : Draining ┃ Mood : Focused ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
Marilien was a bit surprised that the Dunmer came to help Eliya, but only a bit, she had considered the threat that they would work together to try and beat her. Perhaps she should have let the Dunmer make the first move, or perhaps it was better this way. Either way she was slightly disappointed I the fact he had intervened so soon, his tug had pulled the Altmer right out of her grasp, and thus Marilien’s attempt to snatch the blue sealed bottle had been a failure. At least he was being a typical Dunmer right now, and that, Marilien found amusing. ”Well it’s a good thing I wasn’t aiming for lady like,” she responded, a little coyly and then felt the sharp tug on her daggers, but held her grasp firm until the compulsion for them to leave her hands had passed. ”Well well, aren’t you typical Dunmer,” she spoke in a mocking voice, she was quite aware of the Dunmer’s use of verbal fighting to disarm their opponents focus, it was one of the first things she was taught.
[Edited after roll. I didn't know how to end my post so I rolled first so I could decide if I should let Eliya's spell hit Mari or not]
Suddenly, because she was so focused on the Dunmer most likely, she started to feel a little tired and it got worse. She looked at the red-head who was pointing a palm towards her, ”clever little thing aren’t you.” Marilien spoke with a touch of spite, but still baring that confidence, even though now she knew she might be in trouble. So what now, she feel her energy draining because of the spell, and despite her cocky words before the Dunmer did seem fairly capable.
Bottles: 1
Red Bottle
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:59 am
Neven Telvanni- Warlock
Health : Unharmed ┃ Magicka : Tapped┃ Fatigue : Rested ┃ Effects : None┃ Wielding : Silver Longsword┃ Equipped : Clothes, Mages Staff of Shock, Silver Longsword ┃ lnventory : x2 Weak Potion of Magicka, x 1 Weak Potion of Healing x2 Shadowbanish Wine (Green and Red Wax Seal)┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus
Neven chuckled a bit at the Bosmer’s coy reply about acting like a lady. This one has some fire in her that was for sure. He’d let her live to see another day, he admired people with this sort of fire in their souls. But that would not stop him from leaving with her bottle though, oh no that was going to be his. The Bosmer and Altmer could fight over the remaining bottles all they liked; Neven had grown tired of this particular quest and wished to return to his study of the Ayleid’s. Neven was quite aware that this Bomser was mocking him as well, but he wouldn’t rise to the bait, ”Oh my silly little lady, I’m far from your typical Dunmer, maybe if we meet again I’ll let you see that.”
Just as Neven was preparing another insult aimed at the cloaked Bosmer, a spell went shoring past him from behind striking the Bosmer in the chest. So it seemed the Altmer didn’t want to be left out of the action after all. Whatever the spell had been the Bosmer no long seemed to be at 100%, in fact it looked like it was taking all her had just to stand. AH! The Altmer had no doubt cast a drain fatigue spell; well he would sure take advantage of that. Without warning Neven launched into action with a hard swing his longsword clashed against the Bosmer’s smaller dagger, coupled with its much greater weight and the drain fatigue spell stealing the Bosmer’s energy, Neven was able to break her grip on the dagger and cause it fly from her hand. He heard the dagger bounce off the stone floor and slide into the darkness of the room. Now Neven had a choice he could stick her with the pointy end and more than likely ending her life or he could keep his mental promise and left her live to see another day.
Before the Altmer could take advantage of the situation he quickly choice to let her live, but he would not want her to follow him. Turning his blade he swung hard and bashed the Bosmer on the side of the head with the flat of his blade just hard enough to hopefully knock her out and give her a mighty headache later. Now to claim his prize, he wasn’t going to be stupid and get close to the Bosmer’s body, oh no the crazy lady could be faking the unconsciousness. Beside’s he had the reach with his long sword, taking aim he slide the blade down to her waist and cut away the bindings keeping the bottle attached to her. He then used his blade to roll the bottle to him before he quickly bent down to retrieve it.
He gave the Bosmer a mocking bow that a gentleman would have given a lady of the court then slowly turned to face the Altmer and said ”Do what you will to her, but this is mine and I’m done with this quest. The two of you can fight over that remaining bottle all you like.” With his eyes on the Altmer he tired the Bosmer’s pouch to his own belt, making sure that it was nice and secure before backing slowly toward the corridor he had just left.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 9:50 am
Eliya ~ The Altmer felt her mouth turn upwards in response to the success of her spell. She said nothing at the cloaked woman's words, a smirk her only response. How the tides have just turned. Perhaps the other woman would have been able to take on the two of them - this Eliya rather doubted - but now? There was no question. The redhead's offensive spell had now given the other woman a decent disadvantage.
What happend next happend very quickly.
The Dunmer disarmed the one of the daggers from the mysterious woman and for the briefest moment appeared as if he were to finish her - something Eliya would hardly object to - but then unexpectedly he turned his blade and hit the cloaked woman, apparently successful in knocking her out. The Altmer watched him smoothly retrieve the bottle from the woman and felt her self tense as he turned to face her.
Now what? Would they go at it too? His next words, however very unexpected, were a relief to the Altmer mage. She said nothing, simply settling for a nod as he backed away down one of the corridors. The mage assassin glanced at the fallen body of the cloaked woman. A part of her was rather curious as to what the face looked like of the woman who had just attempted to kill her.... but she was not going to risk putting herself any closer to the woman than she needed. And the woman now had zero bottles so there was really no need to get close to her anyways. Absently Eliya remembered the cut on her arm and reached over to touch it and look at it. It was a shallow cut and would heal on its own quickly enough. Her cloak however...it would have to be sewn.
Irritated the Altmer gave a final glance at the woman, briefly contemplating the words the Dunmer had left with. "Do what you will to her..." Her eyes flicked to the corridor the Dunmore had just departed to...his footsteps could still barely be heard. Was the woman before her really unconscious or was it possible she was pretending? Eliya highly doubted the latter. The woman's ego didn't seem like she would go for faking... but then again...
Eliya could end it now. Forget the remaining bottles. The woman had tried to kill her with little apparent thought and Eliya should do the same. But why waste her time? She had more important things to attend to. Namely leaving the Ayleid ruin and returning to the Inn to collect her reward. She was sick of this dark place crawling with vampires and the sooner she left the better. With this choice she stepped into a different corridor and made for the exit.
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Misthral rolled 1 100-sided dice:
95
Total: 95 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 1:58 pm
Health : Fine (Bruising and small wounds) ┃ Magicka : Tapped ┃ Fatigue : Tired ┃ Mood : Vengeful ┃ Location : Fort Vlastarus.
Active : Night-eye (Constant).
The was hardly any time to react once Marilien saw the hit coming, she raised a dagger in time, but with her weakening state it went flying from her grasp. Oh how irritating she mused, but at least she still had back-ups on her. Unfortunate the Dunmer was attacking again, she saw the pommel of his sword coming towards her head, she wanted to reach up to catch it and wrench his wrist, hopefully snapping a bone, or at least damaging the ligaments there. But she couldn’t will her reflexes into action, so settled on a different solution, a undignified solution but one that might give her a chance to get back at this dark-skinned male, and the Altmer. The sword pommel struck the Bosmer in the head, but she let her legs buckle at the same time, so while the hit hurt, and would draw some blood, she fell to the ground with her senses intact. Now to play dead, the spell had worn off some time ago, so now she just needed to wait for her stamina to return, and it was. Fortunately for her the Dunmer was taking his time, he didn’t seem to want to get close to her, which was smart, but even so, his handy work with the sword was granting Marilien more stalling time. Finally, he was done, and her strength was still returning but she could launch a surprise attack at least, not yet though. She peeked at his feet, which was easy to do with the hood concealing her face, she could just about see the soles of his shoes. When he finished speaking, Marilien thought as if she was going to let the Altmer do anything to her, but just then his feet turned.
She was up, on all fours at first but then on her feet, running at him, her hands slipped to her utility belt and found her favourite steel daggers, not as sharp as her silver ones of course, but her history with this pair was longer and therefore they melded in her hands. She jumped at his back before he could turn, and using his garments crawled up onto his back, something she was good at doing since she was generally shorter than most of her foes. Then she reached around and pressed the curved steel dagger to his throat, ”you didn’t think I would let you go that easily did you?” She didn’t act so much to take his bottle, but mostly to repay him for the blow to the head, with her feet pressed on his back, her right arm holding the dagger around his neck, she used her free hand to press the point of her other steel dagger into the flesh of his left arm, then she dragged it back, opening a wound that would probably be comparable to the one he’d given her. ”Fairs, fair don’t you think, a*****e.” Then she vaulted off his back, and kicked at the back of his knees. If it caused him to fall on his knees then she’d claim his green bottle, if not then she was prepared to use her Moonshadow ability, and be done with these two. She’d already slashed the Altmer, so she could live with letting her go for now. Besides exploring this dump further might not be so bad…
Bottles: 0
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