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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 3:06 pm
Mannfred forced himself with his right arm as he grabbed his rapier in the other barly but then changed hands as he looked over at the Valkynaz leader as he casted his spell, Mannfred had reacted just in time and flipped back a couple of times dodging the first wave and the second.
"Such....pain...i like it...soon you will feel it by my hands or by others i will make sure i watch you die"Mannfred said his grip in his right hand around his Rapier tighted that the white of his knuckles was easily seen.
Verona jumped off the roof and ran into the fight putting her Ebony bow onto her back and drawing her Elven shortword, The first Caitiff in her way found its neck sliced open but the poison of the blade bad it worse as every part of its body hurt like a burning.
The next one Verona stabed her shortword into the tops of its skull where she used the Caitiff's weight to pulled her up letting go of her shortsword but landing on the caitiff's shoulders before jumping off pulling her blade out and forcing the dead Caitiff to the floor.
She put the sword back into its seath as he pulled her bow out and loaded a poison on the tip which effected both health and magicka damaging both of them over a set amount of time. she let the arrow fly towards the Valkynaz's exposed neck hoping to hit it where she planned.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:31 pm
Nariel moaned as she stood up. The fire had burned her left arm and side. And the shockwave had thrown her back. She looked back towards the Valkynaz and took out her kunai and enchanted dagger. Wich was enchanted with sharpness, poison(middle), absorb health(strongest), and disenigrate armor(weakest). She walked back towards him. In pain but not the slightst thought of giving up in her mind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 6:43 pm
Lucifer heard a commotion and turned to find a Valkynaz mage fighting many other people. Lucifer redrew his sword and threw a few weak spells in it's direction intending to miss it by inches to distract it. Lucifer ran and jumped high in the sky as his spells flew towards the Valkynaz, his sword over his head and ready to slice the Valkynaz in half.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:31 pm
Jidroshei Vendrosek ((I am aware that this post sucks. Deal with it. xp ))
Drac'rad continued to miss his target with the arrows, his mind wrought with worries of what would happen. He couldn't shake the thought from his head, and his anxiety only continued to heighten. He could barely cast even the most basic of enchantments over his arrows, and they weren't even coming close to their marks.
* * * * *
Norid was trying his best to sneak up on the Valkynaz, and he was doing fairly well so far. He had to get past all the Dremora surrounding the Caitiff without attacking them so that his presence wouldn't be noticed, but that was relatively easy. His chameleon spell kept him well-hidden, and he soon found himself standing just a few feet away from a Dremora Valkynaz who had his back turned away.
One lightning bolt would end this, he was sure. He summoned all the energy he had left in one huge spell, but the Valkynaz sensed the energy being used before Norid released the spell, and turned to face the Argonian. Norid, realizing that he'd been seen, launched the blast prematurely, before it was completed. A smile spread across the Valkynaz's face and the blast bounced off of its robes, slamming into Norid's chest.
The pain lasted only for an instant, but it was the most excruciating thing Norid had ever experienced. His corpse jumped high into the air, flying hundreds of feet into the sky before it began to fall.
* * * * *
"Damn it all!" Mephala yelled furiously, both of her hands bursting into flame. "That creature killed Norid!"
"Mephala!" Azura responded sternly, "If Norid's dead than Drac'rad's identity will be revealed. With no other choice, he'll be forced to kill the Valkynaz."
"That accursed minion of your is beginning to irk me, Azura! If he had the ability, why didn't he just kill the Valkynaz when he first saw it?"
"Because that would have revealed his identity. When these soldiers see him, they'll immediately assume that he is the Legend that has become so popular. They'll think he's immortal and they'll think he's invincible, and he's not. He's just an Argonian who's had a lot more experience than any of them."
"I don't care about those myths. Drac'rad just let his own brother die because he was too scared to take on the responsibility of his identity! I'll kill the Valkynaz!"
* * * * *
Drac'rad was mortified as he saw Norid's limp body tossed into the air like a rag-doll. But it never occurred to him that his identity had been compromised. The only thought that went through his head was that his cowardice had gotten Norid killed, and anger erupted in his mind, driving all other thoughts from his mind.
The next arrow that flew from his bow crashed into the Valkynaz's forehead, exploding in a massive shockwave that tore through the Dremora's skull, shearing his head in two. The explosion knocked back everyone within fifty yards of the Valkynaz, and Drac'rad quickly lined up another arrow to fire.
But then he noticed all the eyes that were staring at him, drawn by the ferocity of his attack. It was only then that he became conscious of the fact that everyone almost certainly knew who he was; it was impossible to mistake. The scar on his cheek resembled a symbol that was known throughout Tamriel, and Morrowind in-particular. The moon-and-star symbol.
It took only a few seconds before one of the soldiers called out, "Nerevarine! It's the Nerevarine!" Vendrosek Jidroshei
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:20 pm
Kinas and Orgim stopped where they were as soon as they saw Norid's corpse flying through the air. "Damn...He was a damn fine mage, and to be killed by his own spell..." Kinas muttered to himself, his Tsaesci warrior turning to dust. "Well Orgim, I am completely drained of any power....even simpe spells are hard to use...", Kinas said wearily. "Its ok, my friend. You can go and rest...If you look, you can notice the valkynaz dead" Orgim said. Kinas looked, and noticed Drac'rad, seeing the markings on his face, "No...it...it can't be..." he said, shocked beyond belief. "What Kin- By the nine...! Is that truly him?" Orgim said, then he started to run towards Drac'rad. "I can't believe it...Its the Nerev- Ugh!" Kinas didnt have time to finish, for a dremora slid his sword straight through Kinas's stomache. As Kinas lay there on the field bleeding, his other ring shined dully, and then Kinas slipped away from consciousness, a faint shining shield around his body.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 6:22 pm
Nariel wincing as she stood up. That blast that had knocked her down hadn't come from the Valkynaz. She looked up and saw Drac'rad and froze. "Nerevarine." She mumbled, clearly recognizing the symbol on his cheek from her homeland. She ran forward, cutting open any dremora that stood in her way.
For the first time in her life she was afraid. Would she be punished for her actions of murder? No. She thought. It was in self-defense. Once she had become a vampire her family had locked her up and beat her. She had fought back, not wanting to die. She couldn't be punished for that.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 4:16 am
Mannfred picked himself up from the blast, he was knocked pretty far back but he looked over at where the Valkynaz was and become some what happy in a crazy ed way and stood up forgetting his wounds and burns.
"That was a bit over board and you nearly killed me with that stupid arrow"Mannfred said turning to face who ever let it fly and saw Drac'rad was the one. But also seeing he was"Nerevarine?....no wonder he wonted to hide it...great I'll never hear the end of the stories from the soldiers, but that's if i can stay".
Mannfred then looked over to the roof of one of the barracks and Verona wasn't their but he did see her shadow moving through the crowd.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:35 pm
Jidroshei Vendrosek Drac'rad quickly shoved all thoughts of his identity from his mind. The Dremora were still present, but with the death of the Valkynaz, the thirty-or-so that were still alive were fleeing. Drac'rad began to rush toward the corpse of his brother, anxiety flooding his mind, but he felt a strong hand grasp his shoulder and hold him back.
He turned to see Boethia restraining him as Kynareth moved toward the battlefield in hopes of healing the wounded. "Let go of me, Boethia!" Drac'rad screamed furiously.
"Those Dremora that are getting away know what you are. If Mehrunes Dagon finds out that you are fighting alongside us -- that you returned from Akavir -- he'll become desperate. We can not let that happen. We must hunt down those Dremora. Norid would be furious if you let others die because you were too busy mourning over his death."
Boethia let go of Drac'rad, who stood still as Boethia called out to the entire camp in a booming voice, "Everyone who wants revenge on those monsters, follow me! We've got to make sure they don't report back to Dagon!"
None of the more common soldiers lifted their arms to respond. The ones that weren't dead or horribly wounded had seen the strength of the Dremora, and were too frightened to chase them. But as Drac'rad began to look around, he saw a few individuals that he did not recognize. They were certainly not Imperial soldiers -- they were not dressed in Imperial armor, but by the way they stood and held their weapons, they were clearly experienced fighters.
Drac'rad walked to stand next to Boethia, followed by Stendarr, Mephala, and Talos. All they could do was hope that more would volunteer to help. Vendrosek Jidroshei
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 9:15 pm
Upon hearing the strange figure mention revenge on the dremora, Orgim lifted his arm and roared a terrifying war cry. Then he noticed the chunks of his armor that were missing. "Ah, damn things. Unrepairable now..." Orgim said as he threw off his cuirass, showing the leather tunic he wore underneath. He picked up a dead Dremora's longsword, and along with his, he charged towards the remaining daedra, slicing any in his way in half, getting lost in the bloodlust.
"You are hereby banned from the mages guild, due to acts breaking the laws of the Mages guild" said one of the guild council members. Kinas erupted in anger. "We need to learn the arts of necromancy! Without them, how will we know how our enem-". "Silence! Guards, escort this imbecile out of this room." As two guards neared Kinas, he smiled manically. Quickly using his best fire spells, he torched the guards. Then he turned to the council. "Imbecile? IMBECILE!? I'll show you imbecile!", Kinas shouted, then the room erupted in flames. "All of you, BURN!" Kinas shouted one last time, before intensifying the fire. He then left, knowing the entire Imperial army was most likely after him. Kinas went to the only place he felt was safe. Akavir.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 5:00 pm
Mannfred lifted up his right arm up holding his Rapier in his hand as Verona stood on his left and used a restoration spell on the burns on his arm and any other wounds she could see.
Mannfred span his Rapier around his hand twice before catching it and pointing it towards the Dremora fleeing and smiled as he then looked towards Boethia"Sounds like fun"he said his smile turning into a grin.
Verona looked up towards Mannfred sheepishly then looking down at the ground and her feet as her grip tighted around her bow"I follow my Master"she said in a whisper as she then looked to the side.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:40 pm
Nariel smiled as she heard what Botheil had said to Drac'Rad. "I can do that easily" She said, chuckling evily to herself. Then she turned and ran off to the dremora she had just passed, easily catching up. She stoped three and took them on 1 to 3. In a few seconds she had one dead an another injured.
A manical laugh erupted from her mouth as another dremora fell, coving her with even more blood. She was a frightinging sight to behold for anyone that looked upon her. With her cloths drenched in blood. her hair matted with it. but worst of all. Her face, covered in blood. While she licked the blood that fell around her lips her eyes gleamed a deadly, insane look.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 8:47 pm
Jidroshei Vendrosek Drac'rad watched as a few of the people that were not soldiers in his army began to cut down the Dremora, but also as many more escaped, fleeing into the mountains. He motioned to the others and said angrily, "Don't wait for me, destroy them! I need to shed this useless armor of mine. I have no need for disguises any longer."
Boethia, Mephala, Talos, and Stendaar each followed his instructions without hesitation, bolting toward the mass of running Dremora while Drac'rad began untying the leather straps of his gauntlets. The left gauntlet fell down to the snowy ground softly, revealing a blackened hand beneath, with gnarled fingers that looked almost skeletal. When the right gauntlet fell, however, it revealed a small, exquisite ring on his index finger. The ring of Moon-and-Star.
He unstrapped his damaged cuirass and let it fall, too. He wore a simple white cloth shirt beneath it, but the black, dead appearance of his reptilian scales obviously continued all over his chest, back, and neck. As the biting, icy wind reached through the fibers with enough fury to make a Nord feel cold, Drac'rad felt nothing.
The greaves went next, little more than dead weight on his legs. He wore tan cloth pants beneath the glass armor, tucked into his boots. He removed the boots last, revealing that the blackness of his scales even reached onto the soles of his feet. The only place where it did not seem to dominate him was on his face, which was peppered with a few blotches of red.
He wore no shoes, but as he set his feet in the freezing snow, he felt no pain from the cold. Back when he'd been an assassin, before he discovered he was the Nerevarine, he had killed so many of his fellow Argonians. And with each death, one of his many red scales had died, withering away into a deathly black color. All of them stood as a testament to the crimes he'd committed in a life he'd long-since forsaken.
He took the belt from his greaves and looped it around his pants, and strapped his quiver to his back. Picking up his bow, he smiled malevolently. This was nothing more than a hunt. This was just like those times when he'd slaughtered Argonian families, when they'd fled into the swamps and he'd hunted them like animals. Only now, his prey deserved death.
His first few steps were awkward, but he quickly remembered how to walk without his armor. He stepped oddly, with his feet turned on their sides to soften the noise. He nocked an arrow to his bow silently, and followed the mass of Dremora out into the mountains with only one thing on his mind:
Vengeance. He wanted revenge for Grejori's death. He wanted revenge for Norid's death. He wanted revenge for all the cold-blooded killings of all those helpless citizens of Cyrodiil. But as the killer that he had locked away in the deepest recesses of his memories began to surface, those reasons were all pushed aside by one selfish idea.
He wanted revenge on Mehrunes Dagon for inconveniencing him. Dagon had destroyed several years of intricate lies by forcing Drac'rad to expose himself as the Nerevarine. More than anything, he was going to destroy Mehrunes for that reason.
And he was going to start by annihilating these worthless, cowardly Dremora who had decided to prolong their inevitable deaths by running from his wrath. Vendrosek Jidroshei
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 8:28 pm
Orgim continued to kill off the dremora until the swords he had broke. Then he ran back and noticed a red robed figure on the ground. "Kinas!" Orgim shouted, running over to his friend.
Virnya was skirting the mountain side for a any straggling dremora scout parties she could kill and loot. She was running low on Dremora field arrows and also needed a new bow. Thats when she noticed a battleground of sorts where she saw many bodies of dremora, along with an unexpected sight. "That looks like Orgim...and that must be...Oh no!" She sprinted down the mountain side recklessly, nearly tripping over a few rocks. As she reached leveled ground, she then continued to sprint towards Orgim, her black armor glistening all the while.
Orgim kneeled down beside Kinas, rolling him onto his back. Thats when Orgim noticed the surely fatal wound. "Kinas....No....not like this...brought down by mere dremoras...No..." All the while, Orgim didnt noticed the Caitiff coming up behind him. As the Caitiff raised his arm to strike, and Orgim realized the Caitiff behind him, an arrow was embedded in the Caitiff's skull. "Good work if I say so myself" Virnya said, kneeling down next to Kinas. "I remember you....Kinas met you in the sewers of the imperial city one day..." Orgim said, thinking about whether or not she was to be trusted. "I am Virnya, and Kinas here is...a friend. And hes not dead. Its the effect of the ring I stole for him. Simply put, he is in a hybernative state. Dead, yet alive. He should be ok in a while, but for now, keep his body safe. That wound may be to much for the ring to heal." Virnya said, picking up a nearby Dremora Longsword and handing it to Orgim. "I hope you are right, for I do not wish to lose my only true friend. But he is not safe here, and his wound has somewhat closed. I think we should be able to carry him to one of the barracks in the camp. Lets go." Orgim said with a tone of urgency.
"Mages guild scum! Get out of here!" A necromancer shouted at Kinas, while Kinas smiled defiantly. "You think you can make me leave? And I am no part of the mages guild you moron." Kinas replied, impressed at the necromancer's stupidity, "Its time for you to leave, dead preferrably!" The necromancer said, summoning forth a zoombie. Kinas created an controlled explosion, just enough to completely incinerate the necromancer and zombie. "Tsk. So sad. Patheitc excuse of a necromancer. Guess I better get going before Mannimarco realizes I'm on his trail."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 7:33 pm
Lucifer sat up from the ground, removing his helmet. His blood red hair fell around his head he took in deep breaths. He stood up, examining his armor. He payed no attention to anyone around him, just muttering to himself about filthy daedra and how all daedra needed to die and getting blood over all over his armor. Lucifer took his sword and gently wiped off the blood on the ground, then sheathed his sword. Lucifer drew his salvaged steel bow and a quiver of enchanted arrows. He quickly ran after the escaping daedra. He found four of them, huddled together and attempting to run as silently as they could. It didn't work. Before long, Lucifer was standing over their charred bodies, almost weeping from the luck he had in finding a bow that matched his set. He tested the new bow, and found it was exponentially better than the steel bow. Lucifer threw the steel bow aside and took the new bow, and quickly found a lone Churl, still attempting to flee. Lucifer drew a different arrow from those in his quiver, and got the Churl through the heart. Lucifer was drawn back by the remarkable power of the bow, and yet instantly pleased. Lucifer continued through the mountains, hunting more daedra.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 5:08 pm
Nariel shot past Lucifer, taking out one of the four dremora, then she went to another group, quickly taking them out. Quickly she moved from group to group until she could see, hear, smell, or sense anymore.
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