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((Everyone's at the Camp, then? Cool. Prepare for a twist that you all probably saw coming.

To clarify Norid's spells, I wanted to take a more realistic stance on the spells. Frost, Fire, and Shock Spells work the same as in the game, but, for example, when a single spell mixes Fire and Frost, it might create boiling water instead of a dual-damage spell. On the other hand, it might create a cold flame, searing and charring the enemy's skin with ice. Be creative.))

"Orgim Gro-bash?" Drac'rad suddenly realized who he was speaking to. Having little regard for military status, preferring to show only as much respect as has been earned by someone else, the Argonian bowed.

However, sensing that something wasn't right about the situation, Drac'rad nodded to Orgim's question while shifting his balance so that he could jump back if the Orc attacked. The feeling that something was definitely wrong grew in his mind, and while it didn't seem to have anything to do with Orgim, Drac'rad left nothing to chance.

That was when the cry came, emitted from one of the Sentries as a final act before a Caitiff's arrow cut him him, "Daedra to the East!"

Drac'rad's bow was in his hands in a flash, and an arrow was nocked on the string almost immediately afterward.

"Orgim, while I'm glad that we have a Warrior of such high reputation fighting for us, we may continue this conversation later. It seems we have more pressing issues on our hands."



Norid and Grejori heard the call, and Norid nodded to Grejori, disappearing and leaving the Khajiit to make sure that none of the soldiers attempted to flee from the Daedra. He chose not to draw a weapon as he left the barracks to be greeted by the sight of hundreds of Dremora warriors, mostly Churls with a large portion of Caitiffs, swarming over the hills to the East of the camp. Instead, small streaks of electricity jumped between the fingers of his black leather gloves, and seeing a clear path to the first wave of targets, Norid called upon the School of Magic he commanded so well: Destruction.

One streak of lightning jumped from his left hand while his left threw a wave of water at the same speed. The lightning jumped to the water, which crashed into four Daedra and those behind them, bringing them crashing to the ground, and opening the first four up to the archery skills of Drac'rad, who killed all of them before the soldiers behind them could recuperate.

"All soldiers to the East side of the Camp!" the voice of the Imperial General echoed throughout the camp, "We're being invaded!"

Mannfred stopped walking and started shaking and his shaking just got worse as a insane smiled covered his face, as seconds later he throw his arms out and yelled at the top of his lungs"Yes!".
Seconds after that he had stopped shouting and shaking and drew his Reapier and he dashed off leaving Kinas their as Mannfred ran up the hills and jumped over to the rocks.
Mannfred came up from the side of the camp from behind a barrack but more like jumped on top of it and from their he leaped off the roof and dived stright into the first set of the enemys line.
The first slash of his reapier cut the head off of a Churl, Mannfred then turned round spinning on his heels and stomping his foot down sending the blade through ones hearts. Then quickly leaping over the Churl and kicking it into its own friendly soliders as Mannfred let out a blast of ice that frooze them solid as Mannfred kicked them and watched them shatter.

Reinforcements arrived in the form of Grejori leading Drac'rad's soldiers to the battle, and setting them up as well as he could as the Dremora pushed further and further into the camp. Twelve marksmen lined themselves up behind Drac'rad and began to cut down the ranks of the invasion force, while a few Spellcasters stayed back and attempted to lob destructive and healing spells into the battle to help the swordsmen who charged in and began fighting mercilessly.

"Orgim," Drac'rad began as he loosed another arrow, "if we survive this, I could probably use your help teaching the other soldiers in my platoon. To think, I spent a month teaching you swordsmanship and basic archery! You should have revealed yourself a while back; you could have helped out a lot."

Grejori stalked up behind Drac'rad, then moved to the side opposite Orgim and Kinas, speaking in his strange non-Khajiit accent.

"Drac'rad," he started in an icy cold voice, "I've been wondering something. For the few days I've been here, you've called yourself a Sharpshooter while you called the archers under your command Marksmen. What exactly is the difference?"

Drac'rad chuckled slightly, and he answered Grejori's question without words. He drew back an arrow much more slowly than he had been, and as he did so, his mouth moved to whisper an incantation. When the arrow was drawn back completely, Drac'rad's mouth closed and he fired the arrow at a cluster of Dremora Churls and one Caitiff, who had formed a tight circle and were attempting to advance slowly into the camp. The arrow hit a Churl's shield, sending the shield flying into the air as the force of the arrow caused the Dremora's wrist to snap. The arrow landed nearby, seemingly harmless, and the group of Dremora walked over it.

The arrow was under the foot of the center-most of the circle when a bolt of lightning lashed out from the tip, jumping from each target it hit. The spell's effect was blocked by the circle of shields, making it much more dramatic when the entire group crumpled to the ground dead simultaneously, seemingly for no reason.

"That is what separates a Sharpshooter from a Marksman, Grejori," Drac'rad said with a smug smile, "Magicka and Archery combined make a Sharpshooter, not just one or the other. So what makes you so different from run-of-the-mill assassins? There has to be some reason Norid hired you instead of one of his other, more popular associates."

It was Grejori's turn to laugh, but it was much more than a chuckle. It was an uproarious guffaw-like noise that would have seemed cheerful if it hadn't been coming from Grejori's mouth. The way it sounded, full of a sadistic and malicious evil, made Drac'rad shiver as he drew back another arrow.

A dark, swirling cloud appeared only a few meters in front of the group, about eighteen feet off the ground, twisting and churning like a maelstrom of darkness. Then something began to emerge from it, like some demonic shadow of Oblivion manifesting itself on the Material Plane. Drac'rad instinctively turned an arrow on the transparent shape and fired, but the arrow passed through the thing like smoke and struck a Dremora about fifty yards away.

Then the smoke took shape. Two colossal Daedric axes appeared first, gnarled and ancient and far too large for any normal being to carry, followed by the skeletal hands holding it. The hands became wrists, then arms, then the chest, neck, hips, legs, and head. The body was made completely of bone, like a Skeletal Champion, except it wasn't Human.

It stood at least fifteen feet tall, and carried the Daedric axes, which must have weighed several hundred pounds each, easily in each hand. It had no armor at all, but it did have huge, broad shoulders connected to arms that would have been the size of tree trunks if muscle and flesh had been attached.

The creature barreled into the oncoming Dremora army fearlessly, swinging the axes with enough strength to cut through the armor of most of the Dremora Warriors and send the ones whose armor was too tough flying through the air. Swords and arrows bounced off of its body, leaving only small scratches, and spells did nothing to stop it as it carved a path through the Daedric Army.

"That is why Norid hired me," Grejori said through gasps of air, clearly exhausted by the spell he had just cast. "That is the resurrected skeleton of a Giant. By the time that creature is finally dismissed, about five minutes from now, I should be prepared to summon a different, albeit weaker, creature. Though I must say that I think this battle will be won very soon and I will have no need to summon a third beast to the battlefield."

In the middle of the dremora army where the Pillar of fire appeared and cleared the area more Churl quickly filled the gap. But three arrows hit three Churl dead center between their eyes through their helmets.
The Churl seemed to be in slowmotion as the force twisted their body and head backwards but a split second later flames covered engulfing the Churl and any in a ten foot area around them.
The three Churl hit had areas on most of their armour where the flames had burned down onto their skeleton and the ones around them burned to death their skin now as black as coal.


Mannfred smiled as his Reaper cut down through a Caitiff after making its armor became rusted and broken"i was wondering when you would get here"Mannfred said to himself as Verona arose from the dark roof Nodding knowing what he had said even if she would not hear him from where she was.

Mannfred continued to cut through Churl and the Odd Caitiff that appeared, with each body hitting the floor mannfred felt his Bloodlust increase and so his blade arm becaming eager to claim the flesh and blood of the fallen Dremora that fell by its blade and spread its blood over the mud and what grass may of been on the floor.

Verona got down onto her knee hiding in the shadow of the roof as he leaned her Ebony bow on its side as she pulled three arrows this time it had a health draining posion instead of the exploding fire damage she used before. Verona fired the arrows into three Caitiffs shoulders where it would slowly weaken them and giving who ever fought them amuch easyer kill.

It's true, we're all a little, insane

Nariel slit the throat of the woman and threw her in the bath. Most the family was there now. Their life's blood filling it. She bent over the bath and breathed in the sweet scent of blood. Taking another breath she filled her cupped hands in the blood and took a drink. The blood ran down her throat and she laughed and brought up another handfull of blood. She lifted it over her head and let the blood run through her hands and onto her head. She tilted her face up and let the blood run down her face. Ten she stood and looked down at the two people in the bath.

But it's so clear, now that I'm unchained

An insane laugh escaped her lips as she turned to the little girl in the corner. Who in turn backed away as far as she could. Another laugh sounded from Nariel as the little girl whimpered. "It's ok dear sister. It's not your fault I was locked away for so long. So your death will be quicker than mother, and brother's." She said walking towards the girl.

Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time

The little girl turned to Nariel and lunged. Nariel caught her by the neck and hung her in the air. "Aw. How cute. You're little mind can't hold the reality of this situation. So fear is the only thing keeping your little heart beating." She said going over to the wall and grabbing a field sythe.

You poor sweet innocent thing, dry your eyes and testify

"No! Please! I didn't even know about you!" The girl said, placing her hands on Nariel's wrist. Nariel froze and looked quizically at the girl. "You mean mother and brother never told you about me?" she ask. Then, her eyes filled with anger and she stabbed the sythe into the litle girl's back.

Do you wonder why I hate

Nariel threw the girl in the bath with the rest of the family and left the house. She thought back to the years of isolation in the basement.The family, her family, that had kept her down there once she became a vampire. Once her father died. She ran through the trees and eventually heard sounds of battle. She ran towards them, pulling the bow her father gave her out. She came out of the trees and saw daedric and an army camp. She let fly a volley of arrows and ran towards the army base.

Verona noticed the Lich over near near the front lines of the Dremora amry she then deside to give who ever summoned it a helping hand by summoning a Flame Atronach some where near it but behind.
The Flame Atronach then stood their and started firing fire balls at the Dremora front line and a Flame Atronach was the best thing she could summon at her level.
After that summon Verona went back to firing her arrows into unhelmeted Churl heads and dropping five in a row by pulling back five arrows with her bow.
Her next arrow she has poisoned with a Shock damage posion which had an area of effect after a couple of short seconds from impact. She aimed at a group of Churl archers and fired hitting the middle one of the group in the chest, She then watched as two seconds later the group of Churl archers where covered in flames and fell to the floor now as Charred bodys.

Mannfred was still slicing away taking off arms and legs before he finally really killed the Churl. Mannfred soon got bored of cutting down the Churl and sent out a Flame spell with a large area of effect that toke out about 10-20 Churls and burnt many more who did not die from the spell.
Mannfred Grabed a Churl's head who charged at him and slamed it down into the ground then a second later he crushed its head with his Vampire stregnth but it had only been a day since he last feed and his Vampirism level was still low at the moment given time it would climb and he would became stronger.
As Mannfred pulled his hand away from the crushed Churl's head he had gotten hit by the side of his neck by a Churl arrow. The cut was not deep but it did draw quiet a bit of blood and that made Mannfred go mad and he charged into the Churl ranks after the archer, his first swing with his Reapier took out a large group of Churl as it had gotten a Flame damage and area of effect enchamant. The next swings went from basic frost damge, Shock damage and Flame damage to both forst,flame and Forst and shock damage untill he came up to the Churl archer.
Mannfred didin't attack with his reapier he came up behind it and snak his fangs into its bare flesh and ripped out a large amount of its neck before slicing the armor open on its back where Mannfred rammed his hand in and grabbed its spine.
A evil smiling came to his face along with a sadists smile as the Churl screamed but then it went silent as Mannfred ripped out is Spine through the hole in the back of its armor and watched as it fell lifless to the ground.
As Mannfred charged in and did his own way of payback on the Churl Verona kept him covered by sending arrows into any Churls head that deside to attack Mannfred.

Orgim had taken Kinas to the daedra lords and left him in their care. He had gotten back to Drac'rad right when he noticed an arrow hit his helmet. After Drac'rad fired an arrow, Orgim realized that his helmet must have been enchanted to help him with his archery skill. As Drac'rad drew his swords, Orgim ran up next to him. "Something tells me that this is gonna be one helluva fight." Orgim chuckled, drawing his sword.



Kinas snapped awake. "Where...Am I? Gah! My head!" Kinas rubbed his temples. "Oh thats right...I used the amulet...But How did I get here?". He pulled a vial of Dremora blood out of his robe and drank it. Thats when he noticed some figures standing nearby.