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Three Seconds... Thought Maikau, as Zakkon rammed into him. The spell was covered in electric bolts, but the shock power had not fully molded with the frost and flame sections of the orb. As such, most of them disappeared, weakening the orb's damage by almost a third.

His eyes shot open, and he looked at Zakkon. He knew what Kah had done to him, and knew that it would last long enough for him to cast a spell that would only add the the damage.

"Sindor," he muttered, as the orb flew out of his hands. Each spell was created to do fifty fire damage, fifty frost damage, and fifty shock damage, with a fifteen second duration. Unfortunately, the diration would only last ten seconds due to the lack of the last third, and the damage would be cut down considerably.

Nonetheless, Zakkon had made the mistake of hitting Maikau with his body. Now, he was less than a foot away, and dodging the orb would be nearly impossible.

( I'm sorry, the blindness couldn't have worn off. It lasts 20 seconds, and three seconds was left for sormani's spell, then I cast the blind ring, then you immediatly pushed off me, then Sormani's spell hits you, that would be 10 seconds at the most. Caught on a technicallity, but I will let it slide, because I'm just so nice like that.) cool

Kah saw the asassin on the ground, writhing in pain of the elements. Kah thought fast, then cast light into all of the corners of the ship. Then Eye of Night, a spell all khajiits have at birth. He started running throughout the ship, looking for a decoy, or the real asassin in the shadows. He reported back to maikau.
"No doubles that I could find sir, and I doubt he could have gotten away that fast." Said Kah as the effects of the spell started to fade. " I think your spell is wearing off."

(Thank'ee for letting that slide. I thought it was 15 seconds? However, it still wouldn't've been enough time. As for Maikau's spell, that'd be 15 second duration there.)
((A wee bit long of a post there...))

Even with taking all the precautions he could, Zakkon hadn't seemed to make it. He was floating in a void, lit only very dimly by a covered source of light. Dark shapes flitted around him, hidden in the shroud of the shadows. In the distance he heard screams of agony, and he didn't feel any fear about where he'd ended up, only acceptance. He'd always figured that he'd be facing an eternity of suffering. Suddenly, a vision of excruciating beauty and power walked towards him, and he could only fall to his knees and praise her. His prayers had been heard, and his goddess had come.

He saw her reach him, and he stayed knelt at her feet. For agonizing seconds that only seemed to drag on, nothing happened. Finally, he looked up, and found himself averting his gaze, unable to look her directly in the face. She reached down her hand, and slightly caressed his cheek, leaving behind a slight ectoplasmic glow that seemed to shine off of her phosphorescently. Suddenly, she grabbed his face in both hands, and made him look straight into her eyes. The clouds covering the source of light dissipated as he looked into those radiant pools of amethyst that were her eyes. Quickly the light grew blindingly bright, but he didn't close his eyes, didn't have the will to tear them away for even a second from his Goddess' eyes. She opened her mouth, and in a voice of lovely soft silk, and a slight undertone of hideous death screams, pronounced, "As all are destined to join the spirits, you have come, however, there is much you must know.", she outlined for him a plan, and showed him what he had to achieve to complete her plan, "Remember Zakkon, the most important thing of all. Never trust a Khajit, for it's been seen that the second you do, you will fall. It's finally time for you to go though however. Now Zakkon, awaken, for it is not yet your time." Soon, the sun shone so brilliantly that she completely disappeared, and all that was left were her words, echoing in his head, and the faint smell of L'esprit de Mort and blood.

Zakkon opened his eyes and was blinded by the sun. He had no idea how long he'd been out for, but every inch of his body still throbbed with pain, and occasional traces of the electricity would cause him to spasmatically twitch on occasion. For now, he just sat there, attempting to think through the fog of pain, and remember the words to a Healing spell.

He gave up, knowing that there was no chance of him remembering with the agony and the words of Notre Dame De Mort still echoing in his head, attempting to become permanently ingrained. He just lay back, too injured to think, much less move, and had to count on the mercy of the fools that he'd been fighting.

Perhaps their morals and ethics would keep him alive long enough for him to escape somehow.

"What the hell?" The words were out of Maikau's mouth like whisps of air, barely audible, even to him. He twisted, grasped the cloak that was still laying on the wooden deck in a pool of blood. The dark crimson liquid seemed to slide off the black garment, and left no stains as he slid the hood over his head.

"You two, deal with him! Do not, under any circumstances, kill him! He'll try to escape, I'm sure of it, but I have a problem to attend to."

He turned around, raised two of his hands, and muttered a single word, mark, and pointed his two open palms toward where he knew the Morrowind mainland was. He raised his hand so that he was pointed almost upward, and a faint, grey-blue orb fired out of his hand. He stood still for a few seconds, long after the orb had disappeared into the distance. Then, he uttered another word, and closed his eyes.

The darkness of his closed eyes was replaced by a transparent vision of Ebonheart, and Maikau's previously emotionless face transformed into a clever smile.

"Recall."

Then he was gone...

"Arnix, what should I do with him, I think I should keep casting sound and silence spells just to keep him disoreiented, until we get somewhere, I'm going to search him for lockpicks, after a massive hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil." Kah cast the rings spell and watched the Bosmer writhe, he then searched his body and removed all his lockpicks that he could find, it was impossible for him to hide any.

"Arnix, watch out for any chants that he says, telekinesis can be a dangerous thing."