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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:15 am
 Eliya ~ Eliya rolled up quickly from where she'd dived, her quick instincts and fast reflexes the only thing that had narrowly kept her and her two remaining comrades from a painful crushing death. Bandits were running towards them -- Eliya reached into the folds of her cloak and when her hands emerged each held a poisoned throwing knife. Swiftly they were sent flying through the air and with a quiet thud each expertly found their target. Eliya pulled her shortsword out of its sheath and used it to make sure her targets were dead. The Altmer spun and saw Mora and Emane both finishing their targets. The Bosmer was reaching for her bow but the sounds of fighting had quickly quieted. As soon as it had begun it had concluded. Lucky for the three women the bandits weren't all in the same spot.
Eliya took several deep breaths and then motioned for the women to follow her. She hadn't checked closely to see if either of them were injured but a quick glance hadn't shown anything. The women moved past the sprung trap and dead bodies of the mercenaries. A quick check when retrieving her throwing knives had showed they had nothing of worth on them. As stealthily as possible the trio moved through the stone corridor. After a few minutes it opened into a small to medium sized room that was surprisingly empty of inhabitants, but it did have some intriguing pedestals. On top each of the six pedestals held a welkynd stone.
The Altmer caught her breath at their beauty. They were easily worth fifty gold each and definitely worth taking the time to retrieve. If they could be reached. Eliya used a small telekinesis spell to retrieve one and then another, stuffing the first into an unseen pocket within the folds of her dark cloak. Each was about the size of two fists, one atop another. If what she had learned was correct, these rarities could recharge magical equipment, not that Eliya had any. Eliya found herself mesmerized by the stone and suddenly realized she'd been staring into it for too long. Quickly she stuffed it into another pocket and looked to see if the other women were taking the remaining four. If they knew how to use a telekinesis spell it would be easy to retrieve the stones, otherwise they might have to shimmy up the eight foot or so pedestals. Of course if requested Eliya would be more then happy to assist....
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:46 pm
Emane Anarion Health: Mostly Full
Location: Hrotanda Vale
Mood: Ambient
xxEmane followed after Eliya quickly as they moved down the tunnel. As they entered into a dimly lit with blue light stone corridor Emane was surprised to find that there were welkynd stones still in there place. Why was it that the bandits had not taken them yet? Maybe they just couldn't get to them? Or was it even that they didn't know about them. Not entirely caring about why they were still here Emane plotted out how to capture her prize. Eliya had already gotten her stones with telekinesis magic. A smirk made put on her lips as she found that her way would be a lot harder. Mora seemed to be already on her way towards her set of stones. Emane found herself at a disadvantage. Not knowing any other way she walked up to the pillar and attempted to climb it. There were lots of pushed out and cracked stones making her job a bit easier.
xxAlas her attempt was a failure. When she reached a quarter way up the stone pillar she found herself sliding back down. She tried once more but failed every time. Now irritated with herself she turned to Eliya. She hated admitting she needed help with this but what else could she do? "It it's not to much of a bother would you care to help me retrieve a set of stones?" Emane frustration showed in her voice, though she didn't direct it at anyone besides the stone pillar. Eliya probably won't take it personally but you never know how some people will respond. As she waited for Eliya she looked around and noticed that it was very quiet. This was odd considering they had just killed a wave of bandits. The main group must not have noticed they hadn't returned yet. The three better get this time spender done quickly so they could finish what they came here to do and get out.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 11:00 pm
 Yaa'namora Mora followed the other two women quietly, keeping her eyes and ears open for another potential ambush, now that she had learned better than letting her mind take all her attention and her feet to go on autopilot. Of course, she should have known better already, but she would have time to feel guilty about it some other time - when she wasn't actually in danger. She did get distracted for a time when she saw the incredibly shiny welkynd stones that had rather inexplicably been left alone by the bandits who inhabited the ruins. Though that may have been the fault of the troll that now lay dead near Shinji's broken body. As the other two members of her party retrieved their portion of the stones, Mora stood watch to make sure no bandits wanted to take advantage of their distractedness.
As Eliya levitated down the last of Emane's stones and was able to pay attention to potential ambushes, Mora turned her attention back upwards towards her share of the loot. She tilted her head to the side, measuring the pedestals that held them aloft. The Bosmer was a mage, sure, but a spell to get those down was not in her skill set. Niether did she want to waste Eliya's magika with such an unnecessary task. Mora approached the pillar and tested its strength against her own. Satisfied, and now certain what she was going to do, Mora took a couple steps backward and then lept forward, using all the nimble grace her Wood Elf blood gave her to easily climb the obstacle before her. It was barely any different from the trees she often climbed to get a scout's view of a portion of land or a gathering of people. When she was back on the ground quickly with the welkynd stone firmly in her hand. That put away, she turned to the final pillar, tested its strength, and shot up that one as well. That one proved just as easy to get up and snatch the stone from its resting place.
Finished, her breathing only slightly heavy, Mora approached her companions again. "Where to next?" she asked quietly. "I do hope that there aren't too many more bandits to kill..." The fiasco with Shinji had rendered her far more wearied than she would normally be at this point. It made it seem like she had been on that quest forever - though it had only been a couple hours at the most. Including getting prepared that morning. ||Health: Untouched ||Magika: Untapped ||Mood: Weary ||Location: Hrotanda Vale
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:46 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Mostly Full
Location: Hrotanda Vale
Mood: Ambient
xxEmane held onto the two glowing blue stones with intent after Eliya had so graciously gotten them down for her. As hid them away making sure they were secure. As she looked up she watched Mora climb the pillar. She smirked, what a show off. Not wanting to be shown what for any longer she looked away to Eliya who appeared impatient to go. While Mora climbed the last pillar Emane explored the room briefly finding the best way to move on.
xxWhen she found a good exit she waved the two women over. Once they reached her she walked down the passageway with the two behind her. The air got cooler. Indicating they were deepening into the ruin. Soon enough they will be at the bandits headquarters. Quietly hurrying through the passage Emane came to a stop at a corner holding a hand out to the two elves behind her telling them to stop. She peered over the corner into the torch lit room. There was two bandit guards guarding a large metal door. That must be the way into the nest of the wretched bandits. Emane pulled back and turned to looked at Mora and Eliya. She held up two fingers and with the other hand put a finger to her lips. When the silent instructions were clear among them Emane pulled out her bow and an arrow. Putting the feathered end to the string she waited for the others to finish preparing.
[ooc- I hope you guys don't mind me rushing it. I know we all want to get this quest done soon.]
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 6:10 am
Eliya ~ Eliya felt the persistent tug of a smile pull stubbornly as the sides of her full mouth. Watching Emane unsuccessfully attempt to shimmy up the pedestal was far more amusing then it probably should be. Eliya removed the smile from her face, yet still a haughty smirk remained in its shadow. Considering how recent Shinji's death still was, the redheaded Altmer thought it unwise to mock Emane's abilities at such a time. Obliging the other woman, Eliya easily focused her magicka and pulled two of the ancient stones down for her. Mora surprised Eliya by successfully shimmying up the two pedestals, retrieving her two magical stones with apparent ease. It didn't seem perhaps the best time to comment however so the Altmer settled for nodding at Mora's words.
"'I have had my fill of this place as well. I will be glad when we can return to the fresh air and sunlight." The dank air of the ruin was musty and old, the darkness overbearing. It indeed seemed as though the time they had spent thus far in the ayleid ruin was hours though it could not have been more then one at the most. In response to Mora's last query Emane (having been checking the small room more thoroughly while the Bosmer looted her stones) waved Eliya and Mora over and led them as they exited the room. From the downward way the path was leading, as well as the cooler air, Eliya could distinguish that they were going lower into the ruin. Hopefully that meant the bandit headquarters and the women could soon wrap up the job.
Eliya and Mora paused as Emane lifted a silent hand motioning for them to stop. Through a brief set of hand motions Emane told them that there were two guards around the corner guarding a door. Hopefully it was the door to the bandit headquarters. They would want to take these two out silently as to not alert the bandits within. Both of the other women had taken out their bows and appeared ready to let them find their marks. Eliya motion that they should go ahead and that she would follow behind. Her hands slipped into her robes and she pulled out two un-poisoned throwing knives. Too bad the poison had been used already on her last victims, but still they were good sharp knives and would easily find a target. Her goal was to follow the other two women and finish up their targets if necessary; if unneeded then she would have ample opportunity to take down the first targets she saw on the other side of the door as they infiltrated the bandits innermost lair. She nodded letting them know she was ready.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:41 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Mostly Full
Location: Hrotanda Vale
Mood: Ambient
xxThe greened eyed Imperial read Eliya's silent speech. Nodding in as a response. She looked over at the other Altmer seeing she was ready too. Emane crouched and leaned out over the stony walled corner while releasing the arrow simultaneously. The peppered feather found it's way straight into its victim’s forehead. Her gaze moved sharply to the other bandits that were against the wall with Mora's arrow in his heart. Emane stood up and ran quietly to the thick doors. Leaning down over the body of the bandit she had just killed she ran her hand through his pockets to find any loot. All she came up with was five gold coins. Not as much as she would have liked but enough to buy a bottle of cheap mead.
xxShe slung the bow onto her back as she stood up and walked to the doors. Her gaze moved to the two elves. They looked ready to get this done with. She turned to the black metal doors and placed a hand onto its cool surface. She wondered weather they should be as quiet as possible when entering into the room, taking the bandits down one by one or rather just enter in with a blast. Surely Eliya could use an explosive spell catching all the bandits off guard while Mora used her bow to take down bandits while Emane used her illusion magic to disguise herself and take down the unknowing bandits with her blade. She looked back at the two to see what they had in mind.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:12 pm
Yaa'namora Mora noted that both Emane and Eliya noted her successful climb up the pillars and colored slightly. She realized that that would probably have been construed as her showing off, which was not her intention. Niether of the other women seemed like they were going to comment about it however; they were just as eager to get out of that cave as she was.
Quietly she followed Emane out the passageway and down the halls of the ruins. She was glad when she saw that two bandits were on the other side of the corner, waiting to be dealt with. She nodded at both Emane and Eliya's silent communication. When Emane looked ready, Mora stepped lightly to the side so she could see her victim, and loosed the arrow smoothly. It hit where she aimed, and the bandit fell with an arrow in his heart. She saw that Emane's shot also hit true, and just as easily as that the guards were dispatched.
The Bosmer approached her kill, the last of his breaths rattling in his lungs. When his eyes lost that familiar light, Mora gently closed his lids. She didn't search his pockets, especially after Emane's attempt at looting. These two were obviously low-paid lackeys. She notched another arrow in her bow and waited for the metal doors to be opened. Beyond, there could be any number of Bandits. ||Health: Untouched ||Magika: Untapped ||Mood: Anticipating ||Location: Hrotanda Vale
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:53 am
Eliya ~ Eliya nodded to Emane reassuringly as the other woman looked back at the two elves. They were ready. If all went well, the remaining bandits within the chamber ahead would soon be dead, and the three women would be able to make their way back to the surface to claim their reward. Emane pushed the metal door and it swung open with relative ease, unfortunately squeaking. So much for a stealthy entrance. Considering Eliya was not an armored warrior like Emane, stealth was much more preferable and generally led to more favorable outcomes. But this was the innermost lair and the option for stealth had quickly disappeared.
Eliya entered the room which was medium sized, her eyes instantly directed towards the group of men who were lounging by a campfire. A few were even sleeping in bedrolls. Apparently they hadn't gotten the memo that someone had invaded their fort. A sense of satisfaction warmed the Altmer momentarily. The three of them had done their job well thus far. No one had survived to report to the bandit leader. Even as she thought this, her eyes were drawn towards him almost magnetically. At the sound of the door swinging open, he and a few others turned their heads. He was an orc, dressed in full armor, with a powerful heavy claymore strapped across his back. A toothy smile was on his face as his eyes met Eliya's. Even across the distance she could sense the danger. He was going to be a powerful opponent. Eliya hoped the three of them could take him down. They had to. The Bandit leader spoke then. "Company boys. Lets show them our hospitality."
And then they were rushing towards the women. Eliya gritted her teeth. Full on conflict was not something she particularly cared for. Thankfully on their way to this room her magicka had had ample time to fully recharge. Smoothly the redhead pulled each dagger into her hands, twirling them expertly, their familiar feel inspiring confidence. "Let's do this. Try not to get cornered." Eliya didn't take her gaze away from the advancing men as she said this to her comrades. Quickly she did a head count. Six men and the leader. For some unknown reason the leader hung back, a smirk on his face. He obviously expected his men to dispatch them with ease. The thought that he didn't even think he needed to assist caused the Altmer's blood to burn, but she clenched her jaw and told herself that his arrogance was what was going to kill him. This caused her to smile slightly.
And then they were upon them.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:16 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Mostly Full
Location: Hrotanda Vale
Mood: Ambient
xxEmane smiled as she saw Eliya's determination. Through the short time of serving with the altmer Emane had grown a respect for the redhead. She had tricks up her sleeves that even Emane wouldn't have caught. Not to mention her cunning intelligence. Mora on the other hand had her own qualities. She was talented at the bow and using magic. And from what she had just learned was an excellent climber. She had to admit, these two women were becoming increasingly more comfortable to work with. That was not an easy thing for Emane to point out. Many a time she had served with incompetent fools, and would have to do everything her self.
xxEliya moved up to the metal door and pushed it open. The squeak from the door made Emane's insides tighten. Hoping that there cover had not been blown. As Eliya moved in Emane followed after. Her eyes jumped onto the orc who came off as the bandit leader. She unsheathed her sword, her eye's moving to Eliya detecting that subtle smile on her pink lips. Emane smirked and cast an chameleon spell, causing her to blend in with the darkness.
xxEmane hugged to a pillar the bandits would pass when approaching the two elves. The other two women readied themselves in the way they thought best. The bandits approached the area the three stood. Obviously assuming that this would be an easy fight. Six large men against two women. They wouldn't have been able to detect Emane, she was completely still waiting for the right moment. The bandits rushed them. When the last two passed Emane jumped off the pillar and ran up behind the last bandit who had passed. Stabbing the blade through his stomach, not showing any mercy she pulled out the sword quickly with a jerk that would surely do extreme pain before the man died. One down five more to go. It wouldn't be that hard. Two for each.
xxThe dirty bandit that was ahead of the man that Emane had just killed turned around when he heard a gurgle of death and a body falling hard to the ground behind him. Emane's chameleon spell was still active but the man saw the subtly movement in the faded light. He raised the mace in his hand intending to mash it down into his victims head. Emane watched him carefully, the two decided to move at the exact same time towards each other. He slammed the mace down just as Emane darted past him slicing the sword into his side. Everything would have gone perfectly if she had not been hit by that mace in the arm. The bandit grabbed his bloody side, as Emane regained her balance. Her teeth grit together as the pain in her arm stung throughout her body. The chameleon spell began to wear off bring her into full view before the bandit. She grimaced as she straightened up. The bandit had a wry look on his face as he watched her. Intending to kill her this time.
xxThe bandit took the first move, running towards her he pulled out a hidden dagger. Emane's mind was telling her to get out of the way but her body did otherwise. Instead she took the bold move of running towards him. With a cry she raised the sword and swung. The bandit's body came to a stop, blood seeped from his neck as his head slowly slid off his body and rolled onto ground. Emane was breathing heavily, her body frozen. After a few moments she regained control of her body. Turning around her gaze moving to the head on the ground. A bitter mirth escaped from her as she beheld the sight. These worthless men deserved their fate.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:02 am
Eliya ~ Eliya's long daggers parried against the steel shortsword of a single bandit as he lunged ahead of comrades to get to her first. He was dark skinned, of redguard descent quite likely; many of his kind were good with a blade but he would be no match for the Altmer. Skillfully Eliya used her silver blades to misdirect his weapon; she pretended she was going to follow through with the weight of her weapons and then backed off, catching him off guard. As quick as lightning her left foot left the ground and kicked him solidly in the jaw. He stumbled back for a moment and Eliya stepped forward to press her attack, but suddenly she was forced to duck and step back as a mace swung through the air towards her. Another bandit had his sights on her as well it would seem.
Eliya had no time to glance and see how the others were fairing, she could tell by listening though that they were still alive. Two to one odds. She could do this, she had done it many times. The Altmer wanted to check on the location of the bandit leader, but the attack of the two men were keeping her attention diverted. Parry, slash, spin, duck, kick, -- Eliya was moving quickly, her small frame void of any heavy armor, but she was barely keeping up with both of her attackers. This wasn't looking good. They were both strong able bodied men and they were using their combined force and strength to slowly back her into a corner. Now because of their maneuvering Eliya could see out of the corner of her eye the other women fighting. They seemed to be doing okay.
The redhead barely had time duck away from the sweep of a mace as it once again sought to splatter her brains, this time it caught a few of her red hairs. Too close. The momentary distraction had almost cost the female Altmer her head. Quite literally. Enough of this! Eliya found an opening and once again sent out a successful kick, this one catching the sword wielding bandit in the soft spot of his stomach. Unfortunately he was wearing leather armor so her kick would likely only knocked him back a bit. Seizing the opportunity she turned her attention to the bandit wielding the mace. He lifted his arm to prepare to strike again and then with calm precision and an intense amount of focus Eliya reached out and touched him, releasing a spell of paralysis. It would only last a matter of seconds but it would be enough for her finish of his comrade.
She didn't watch as his body froze up and then fell heavily to the floor, no, she was already moving, her body fluid and graceful as she relentlessly attempted to finish off the bandit with the shortsword. Her red hair spun with her body as she danced weapon to weapon with the bandit, seeking not just any opening, but the right one. Then suddenly without question Eliya knew she had it. Viciously her dagger swept across the unprotected throat of the maurader. The man instantly dropped his weapon as both hands went to his neck, but there was nothing he could do. His life force was already gushing out, its frothy spray hitting the woman in front of him. Unlike others Eliya had killed, this man actually stood for a second, his bulging eyes meeting the mage assassin's green ones. Time seemed to slow down for Eliya as she stared at the dying man, her hard face void of compassion. And then he collapsed.
His comrade was beginning to get up, the brief paralysis spell already having worn off. Catching him yet off balance, Eliya kicked him so that he fell back to the floor, his weapon clattering on the stone floor. Deftly the Altmer kicked it out of reach and then fell to one knee as she plunged her dagger through his still beating heart. His body jerked and quickly she stabbed him two more times to make sure he died. Blood splattered her but she ignored it; she imagined she had quite a bit of it on her, but she was not yet done. Crouching by the now lifeless body she quickly looked up and assessed the situation.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:15 pm
Yaa'namora Mora stood ready when Emane swung the heavy doors open, feeling uncharacteristically impatient and antsy. She began to fucus on her breathing, drawing air into her lungs until she couldn't anymore, then letting it out slowly. The was going to be a big one; she could feel it. She lifted her bow, squinting to focus on a target she knew would come into view any moment. The doors opened on a scene of blissfully unaware bandits, some still sleeping in the bedrolls. One of the Bosmer's nostrils twitched upward in a very brief expression of derision. She warily stepped into the bigger room just behind Eliya, not even looking at Emane as she chose to stealth her way around the hulking men. After the moment it took for the men to gather what was going on, the green skinned leader called them to attack. Even as his last phrase left his mouth, Mora let her arrow fly towards the rightmost vigilante. The big man had seen it coming and dodged just in time to keep the arrow from hitting his heart. Instead, it hit his left arm. He bared his clenched teeth in pain and started lumbering toward the small archer. His friend beside him also targeted Mora, bashing his short sword against his shield threateningly.
With a soft twang and a menacing hiss, Mora managed to loose another arrow at her first target. She caught him in the upper right leg, which caused him to falter behind his companion. It didn't manage to stop him completely; he doggedly limped forward as fast as his pained leg allowed until her managed to get back his momentum. More than anything he looked angrier. The Wood Elf began to dance backward to allow herself a little more time to notch one more arrow and try to slow down the other man coming at her. She got him in the gut before he closed on her completely. It only seemed to slow him a little bit.
Mora let her bow clatter to the floor of the cave and she pulled out her dagger. She really hated when it got down to hand-to-hand combat. She was pretty good with a dagger, sure, but she was much better and much safer with her bow. With determination she gritted her teeth and slashed out at the man. He put his shield between her knife and him, swinging down at her. Mora ducked and attempted to sweep his feet out from under him. She caught one of his legs and managed to throw off his balance. In that opening she grabbed the arrow in his gut and did a quick twist and push, her dagger opened his skin behind his knee where the leather armor didn't quite cover him. He gasped in pain and fell over backwards. By that time the other man had gotten to her and was swinging his mace at her head. She ducked and skittered to the side while his momentum kept him going for a couple more strides. Unfortunately the man she put on the ground sliced her leg open in a lucky thrashing swing. She hissed, snatched her bow from the ground, and did a quick retreat. Soothing blue light erupted from her free hand that touched her wound, which allowed it to mostly close up. The man with the sword and the shield was, at that point, trying to lift himself from the ground. His buddy didn't look interested in helping him; he had already turned around and was charging toward Mora. The bosmer had time to notch one arrow, pull back her bow, and cast the arrow into the neck of the man who was charging at her. A lucky shot, considering she was more aiming for his chest. She really needed to get a better bow. The last man was dispatched as well, with an arrow to his diaphragm and an arrow to his heart.
Mora looked around to see how her companions were doing. Emane was looking down at her decapitated foe and Eliya was brutalizing her last enemy. Six down, one to go. This one was going to be the hardest. ||Health: Mostly Full ||Magika: Half Spent ||Mood: Fight ||Location: Hrotanda Vale
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 9:38 am
Emane AnarionHealth: Mostly Full
Location: Hrotanda Vale
Mood: Ambient
xxEmane's eyes moved up to her two companions who had finished off their foes and were ready to move on. She gazed over the blood covered lifeless bodies that lay on the ground. Then her eyes moved to the sword in her hand that dripped in blood. A deep exhale escaped her lungs. She didn't realize she had been holding her breath this whole time. She closed her eyes and took a moment to restore her air cycle. Once ready to go she opened her eyes and found Eliya and Mora making their way down in her direction.
xxThe Imperial turned around to face the Orc leader who was oddly not charging them yet. He seemed to be waiting for them, she couldn't tell if he just had the courtesy for them to ready themselves or had some trick up his sleeve, he could possibly have a heavy amount of confidence that he could take down the three warrior females. Either way the time had come for them to finish this.
xxPulling the sword along with her, Emane didn't wait for the girls to sort out what they were going to do. She figured they would have done the same thing. She quickened her pace as she neared the brutal looking Orc. She could see now that she was closer that he had a large ugly scar down his eye and cheek. The green monster pulled up a great warhammer surprisingly fast into both hands. Emane knew that if she slowed down he would have an easy shot at her, her feet quickened and moved on her toes for a lighter step that would be easier to dodge in.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:23 pm
Eliya ~ Eliya's quick gaze found Mora just finishing up an attacker, the last bandit still standing with the exception of the bandit leader. The Altmer's gaze snapped to the Orc and Emane, who was ahead of them and moving quickly to meet their last foe. The green skinned man didn't look too particularly worried that the three women had taken out all his men, rather he looked angry. Eliya noted the all too familiar look of blood lust, and quickly rose from the body she had just dispatched. Hopefully Mora could knock an arrow and send it shooting at the bandit, but the opportunity for such an act was quickly diminishing as Emane swiftly closed the distance between herself and the bandit. Not to mention the bandit leader was cloaked in heavy armor from head to foot. Not being an archer herself, the redheaded Altmer knew little about the capabilities of arrows piercing various armors.
Time was of the essence and Eliya needed to help give Emane an edge against the giant of a man. Nimbly the mage assassin dropped the daggers from her hands, not even hearing them clatter to the floor, so intent was her focus. Raising her hands she released her magicka in a torrent; blue bolts of crackling electricity flew violently from her fingertips across the room and knocked the Orc backwards, even as he was raising his weapon to swing it at Emane.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:41 pm
Emane AnarionHealth: Mostly Full
Location: Hrotanda Vale
Mood: Ambient
xxElectric currants ran through the orc leader, as he was knocked back his warhammar fell to his side. Emane didn't hesitate, taking the opportunity in front of her Emane ran towards the green parasite with a cry. Looking up gruffly the orc's eyes focused onto the charging Imperial warrior. As she reached him Emane raised her sword and did two quick cuts on his arm and leg. The orc raised his warhammar as a last attempt to protect himself, the shocks were still affecting his nerves making his raise slowly than it was before. Emane glared at the bandit leader with a hint of a smile. The orc crushed down his warhammar only for it to capture the ground and a raven haired vixen that seemingly appeared behind him. She placed the tip of her sword at the back of his neck. Knowing that it was his end the orc muttered his last words. "Damn b***h." He said one thing more but only loud enough for Emane to hear. Emane smirked and pressed the sword through the green neck. A bloody mess began to emerge fro the wound as Emane put a foot on the orcs back and pulled the sword free. With a quick whip with the sword, some blood flew off. Sheathing the blood stained sword her green eyes moved up to Eliya and Mora.
xxShowing no sign of sympathy Emane looked back down at the orc's limp body, silently she crouched down, her hands ran through his pockets seeing if there was anything of use. She found some a weak magika potion and 23 gold coins. These bandits weren't exactly prosperous considering what they had on hand. At least the payment from the job dealer will pay for this trouble. Emane stood up and waited for the two women to finish getting whatever they wanted. When they were finished Emane planned on going to retrieve Shinji's body to go give him a proper burial.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 11:01 pm
Yaa'namora Mora had an arrow notched, ready to dispatch the Orc leader, but electricity exploded about him, and then Emane was rushing forward to deal with the problem. This gave Mora very little time or space to aim and, at the same time, be confident that she wouldn't accidentally hit Emane in the process. So she kept the arrow notched, the string drawn, and the bow pointed at the battling Orsimer and Imperial. Mora had all confidence that Emane would emerge victorious for all the size and weight the big bandit leader had over her. But it never hurt to have a well-timed arrow ready to save the girl's life. It turned out to be unnecessary, of course. It was bloody and gruesome, but Emane soon stood over the body of the poor bandit, his life's blood spilling before his eyes before they became glassy and doll-like with death.
The next step on any adventurer's mind would probably have been to search for any loot or chest that may be lying around the place. Mora was not one such adventurer. The task was done, and she was ready to retrieve the broken body of Shinjii and get the hell out of the place. Maybe Eliya would like to go through all the stuff and carry it out of the cave for them to split up. Either way, that sort of thing wasn't really on Mora's mind.
"Lets go get Shinjii and get out of here." The Wood Elf said, unknowingly echoing the thoughts of her Imperial companion. Saying his name aloud made her heart feel like is was clenching in remorse, but she didn't let it show on her face beyond a look of deep sadness in her eyes. It was difficult not to think of him now that the danger was passed and there was nothing to distract her thoughts. ||Health: Mostly Full ||Magika: Two-thirds Full ||Mood: tired ||Location: Hrotanda Vale
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