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Post by Aulakauss on Sept 14, 2010 0:08:32 GMT
"You could be very useful to me, little Tamara."The moment Tamara heard this, her mind snapped shut like a vise and her eyes shot open. As physical senses returned, she blinked in the now surrealistic feeling world, her mind taking longer than usual to re-acclimate after the sudden invasion of her mind. As she stood, she shivered, and it had little to do with the cold of the night. By this time, the Khajiit was dry, and she pulled her robes back on before recalling back to the mark she'd placed out back of the inn prior to leaving. The brief contact with.. whatever it had been.. had left her feeling drained, and as she made her way inside, she rubbed the base of her skull gingerly as a headache blossomed from that point. Sitting down next to Aron, she sighed. "Hello, again, warrior.." she said tiredly, "Mind if I join you in a drink?" ~-----~ When the Dremora began to become enraged, Selene reacted faster than she could have ever hoped to in her state, but to her horror, the blade in its throat seemed to hardly faze it. Karst smiled, though, as this was finally her chance to show her abilities off to these humans and mer, her opportunity at last to show them what a Khajiit could do. Putting her hands together, Karstine focused energy into her palms, a white light growing between her hands as she drew energy from her own mind to augment her magicka, smiling at the looks she imagined the others to have when she inevitably destroyed the Daedra. Drawing back her hands to her hip, Karst smirked, finished prepping the spell, and threw it forward straight at the Dremora's chest. There was no way it could fail.. right?
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Post by DarkNova50 on Sept 16, 2010 2:30:35 GMT
Selene didn't have time to gape at the Dremora's words. Retrieving her blade from the creature's neck, she dodged to the side mere seconds before a flurry of projectiles went crashing into the Daedra.
Just as Karst's spell found its mark, fizzling upon impact, the first of Almar's arrows struck the Dremora in its left eye. It had been a perfect shot, but despite what should have been another fatal injury, the Daedra continued to stare at the group with its one remaining eye, its body almost limp. Two more arrows connected, and still the beast didn't so much as flinch.
Selene's stomach lurched sickeningly. She'd heard of undead creatures being unaffected by physical blows; they were nothing more than reanimated puppets. But what could do that to a Daedra?
The last of the attacks came from Malinus. Even as the fierce light at the centre of the battlemage's spell seemed to dissipate, the palpable tendrils of shadow that encased it struck with their full ferocity. Selene watched as they seemed to burrow into the body of the Dremora, the husk faltering backwards. The physical form of the Daedra itself seemed to fade from view as the bonds holding it in the Mortal Realm were severed.
Perhaps you aren't as feeble as I thought, Old Man, the voice inside of Malinus' mind chuckled, as the last traces of the Dremora's body disappeared. Mind you, that was simply a Dremora. A footsoldier. Believe me when I tell you that I will hardly be so easily bested.[/b]
Oblivious to the unknown presence inside of Malinus' mind, and to the fact that it had finally departed, Selene darted towards Nina, the immediate threat already dealt with. Sheathing her blade, the Paladin knelt down next to her fallen ally.
"Nina! Are you okay?" Selene asked, a genuine concern in her voice.
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Post by shadow666 on Sept 16, 2010 4:19:46 GMT
Nina didnt see or hear anything ewlse that was going on as she knelt there, a blank look on the assasin's face, her skin paler than usual. What she had seen behind those oynx eyes made her feel something for the first time.. fear.
Fear for what the future held for them and her mistress.. fear of the power whatever was controling the dremora was weilding.. fear that this thing borred into her very soul with the stare it gave her. "the.. eyes.. the.. eyes.." she muttered quietly again and again as she shuddered continuously and uncontrollably.. she wasnt able to respond when the paladin came up to her asking if she was okay. It would take alot more than that to snap her out the way she was acting.
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Post by FC4 on Sept 16, 2010 19:38:29 GMT
Perhaps you aren't as feeble as I thought, Old Man, the voice inside of Malinus' mind chuckled, as the last traces of the Dremora's body disappeared. Mind you, that was simply a Dremora. A footsoldier. Believe me when I tell you that I will hardly be so easily bested. [/b] Oblivious to the unknown presence inside of Malinus' mind, and to the fact that it had finally departed, Selene darted towards Nina, the immediate threat already dealt with. Sheathing her blade, the Paladin knelt down next to her fallen ally. "Nina! Are you okay?" Selene asked, a genuine concern in her voice.[/quote] Malinus heard the voice, feeling a brief, contained spark of triumph from its words, but an irritation at the presence even BEING there. For a artist of the Arcane, particularly of the Mystical, the mind was a precious thing. It was the anchor of one's will, which was the core force that allowed control of Mysticism's flowing energies. It was the keeper of knowledge, from which each spell one cast began. TO have it invaded by another presence was as upsetting as salt in a wound, though not as painful. Relief came over the old man as he felt the power ebb away, a sigh escaping as his body relaxed and he leaned on his staff. Selene rushed over to Nina, who had fallen in some sort of paralysis, but Malinus remained watching the spot where the Dremora once was. When Nina muttered something, Malinus finally approached to listen, kneeling with a crackling of old bones. "The eyes..." she was saying, repeatedly, like in a trance. Malinus furrowed his brow, placing a hand on her arm. "The eyes are gone, Nina..." He spoke firmly but soothingly, debating how to get her out of the trance best. Would a dispel work in this case? Was it even a sorcery that did this to her?I could always do what works on soldiers. Malinus concluded, and reached for one of Nina's blades. He had seen soldiers entranced or paralyzed before, and often their comrades, not having an unoccupied mage nearby, would do this trick to snap their mind back to reality, breaking the illusion or trance. Sometimes it worked even better than a dispel, embarrassingly for the battlemage that failed. Without a word or explanation to his fellows, Malinus sliced the dagger blade across one of Nina's fingers, drawing blood. It was a shallow cut, but those often hurt the worst.
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Post by sibera on Sept 17, 2010 13:42:28 GMT
ooc: I was waiting for the other to post but I'll post up.
Ji'zahd's ears perked up when he heard the commanding tone from WIlfric "Step Aside..." it was all he needed to be up on his feet and facing the Imperial. A small grin passed his face, for as he had gotten up his right hand had drawn from his belt one of the Silver kukri he carried with him. "He is Dangerous.." was added on the end as the Imperial began to draw closer.
"So you define dangerous as a Khajiit having a fit on the floor? You really must have.. a serious paranoia streak." Ji'zahd stated in a rather flat tone. He had seen this man fight, he had the air of a nightblade, someone who enjoyed the use of Paralysis, Invisibility, a little destruction tossed in to add some exotic spice to the mix. Probably poison to on his body, hands.. dagger.. Ji'zahd was running various possible routines through his head about this man. But how could he know ja'rashi was dangerous... hell they all were in some respect. Ji;zahd was a danger to mages and most things magic related, They had a Knight of the Nine with the possibility of some zealousness, a Bosmeri Archer whom had the capability to probably nail him in the eye from five hundred yards... but.. why Ja'rashi? Could he have found out about the poor mans condition? Malinus.. His mind snapped to, maybe he had opened his mouth and said things he shouldn't of...
Now was not the time however for Ji'zahd to think on the events leading to this, he kept his eyes on Wilfric, having seen his fighting Ji'zahd prepared himself mentally for a very potent paralysis spell, he had dealt with similar beings whom enjoyed its use and had developed a good way of resisting its effects from most people by now. But even then he was prepared to deal with most of what could be thrown at him. "I would think it wise for you to leave, Wilfric. Put the dagger down, teleport your ass out where it came from and let me do my job here. He is under my protection, his condition is none of your concern either." his tone was still, flat, calm.. As a backup plan if wilfric did try and close in on him with the dagger and attempt a very foolish close combat scenario Ji;zahd would rather not kill him but render him immobile through excruciating pain. The Templar was considerably more dangerous than what the Imperial might prepared himself for.
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Post by Elgen on Sept 17, 2010 15:56:02 GMT
Aron was staring into oblivion when Tamara sat down by his table, and suddenly blinked with the awareness of the Khajiit. "Huh? I guess not" he said, appearing as if he just now noticed his drink. "Not that you're not welcome, I was just trying to ignore whatever people have going on at the moment. Don't want to get caught up in whatever they're plotting." Aron quickly added. He didn't know much about his companions, and people usually looked for a way to make themselves benefit of a situation. Thus, keeping out of any devious plot was one of his primary concerns. He quickly looked over at the khajiit. "Is everything alright? You look a tad tired? I do hope no one's started trouble just yet? I prefer to stay out of it, but if there are lives at stake I should probably help out." he said, his one eye doing a quick scan of the room.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 17, 2010 19:30:25 GMT
Wilfric only smirked as he continued to approach, shaking his head. "No. I don't think so. You see... You're protecting someone that really should not be protected." Lowering his dagger down to point at the squirming Khajiit on the floor, Wilfric's eyes narrowed down to slits.
"That man has Daedric energy in him. I saw the tattoo on his hand myself. Saw the way it pulsed with power. Followed along, as everyone started to guard him for no reason... And I have to wonder, why? Why would we let someone with Dagon's taint... live? His state is not a CONDITION, that can be treated like any other disease. He is infested. Possessed by something that shouldn't even exist anymore."
Pausing a short distance away from the Templar, Wilfric's eyes narrowed. "I cannot allow it. Dagon is no longer tied to Oblivion: His realm is all but destroyed. Corrupted. Yet, here a piece of him rests. In THIS plane... Not Oblivion. Should Dagon escape, he will begin the Crisis anew, with the wall between the planes already breached for him. I survived that Crisis: I know the hell that it was. I will not allow it to disrupt the order of things again!"
With that, Wilfric's hand dropped down to the pouch at his side, ripping out a glass vial filled with a thin white liquid. This particular poison was highly acidic: He used it mainly to eat through flesh and bone, with a light smear on his blade. This time, however, it would suffice for another purpose.
Throwing the vial at the Templar just as hard as he could, Wilfric rushed forward behind it, his dagger raising up into a defensive stance once more. The Templar thought he knew him... Thought he knew his tactics. He didn't know a thing. Wilfric would assure that he and that damn cat did not cause any danger, anymore!
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Post by shadow666 on Sept 18, 2010 3:23:14 GMT
Still in the same place she was, the assassin couldnt see what was happening around her as the battlemage came up to her as well as selene trying to comfort her. All Nina could see though, were the oynx eyes that had stared back at her as it changed.
It was not until she felt a sharp pain on her fingers that Nina snapped out of the trance, swearing in a foul daedric curse word, before looking up at everyone. "Wait what happened?" the Asassin asked seeing a few of her group looking over her and the battlemage with one of her blades. "All i remember was those damned eyes.. and then nothing"
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Post by Darkom on Sept 20, 2010 19:12:19 GMT
OOC: Sorry I was out of it for so long, guys. I won't make any tired excuses, but know that I am now much more available, and as soon as this business between Ji'zahd and Wilfric is semi-over I intend to post again. Hopefully this will be the last time Ja'Rashi falls unconscious PS Sibera, I intend for your mental shield thing to work, if only temporarily. That and the Dremora's banishing should be cause enough for Ja'Rashi to wake up. Like I said, sorry I didn't post sooner, but I guess it worked out better this way. Thanks.
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Post by sibera on Sept 26, 2010 11:35:48 GMT
Ji'zahd listened as Wilfric rambled about order, it seemed he understood little in the way the world operated on that level. Sure Dagon was not something they wanted coming to Nirn but at the same time, if he were destroyed something far, far nastier would rise in its place. As was the nature of life itself. He himself had witnessed the horrors of the Crisis with the battle of Torval, As soon as he caught a glimpse of the vial in the would be assassin's hand, Ji'zahd hadn't counted on it being thrown as it was pelted at him very hard. Even as Wilfric followed in behind the throw, Ji'zahd had already begun a counter attack, as he angled his body, the vial shattered across his chest piece spraying the small amount of acidic liquid across his chest piece, with a little bit of it landing partially onto his gusset, slowly (?) eating at the hardened leather it landed on.
For as the vial landed Ji'zahd had already thrown his Kukri at Wilfric's upper body, his left hand bringing out the second blade as a defensive measure to the imperial if the first blade didn't stop or hinder him.
ooc: Sorry for not postin in awhile. This work Webster? Lemme know and I'll re-write as I assume wilfric would have thrown hard, recovered after a few seconds then run in. If he took a big swing into it. If not, Ill modify accordingly.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 26, 2010 20:38:58 GMT
OOC: Just fine... Your reaction to it didn't matter, really. IC: It was over. The battle had begun suddenly, and would end just as suddenly. As the Kukiri was thrown, Wilfric paid it absolutely no mind at all: Save for whipping his cloak out. Though a bladed weapon was sharp, of course - that was the point, after all - it was not sharp enough to cut through everything. Especially since a kukri wasn't made to be thrown. Its poor balance brought it around hilt first - the heavier side - rather than blade first, his cloak promptly wrapping around and snaring the blade. Though it left a nice, long cut in his cloak thanks to it tumbling down, with its sharpened blade digging into its fabric, Wilfric was completely unhindered... And he had reached his target. Instead of going into the battle with the Templar, Wilfric had another target in mind: The unconscious Khajiit that he had been protecting. With the defender now out of the way - thanks to him depriving himself of a weapon with which to quickly lash out at Wilfric except in defense - the nobleman easily reached down, and grabbed a hold of the unconscious cat's shirt. Hauling him up to where his neck was presented with a triumphant smile, Wilfric brought his dagger over to kiss the cat's throat, facing down the Templar with his new shield. "Well... You really are terrible at keeping your charges safe." Wilfric cooed in delight, funneling a Touch Paralyze spell through his free hand into the cat, just in case the damn kitten got the inclination to wake up. He knew the Templar in front of him could twist magic... But there was nothing he could do if it was an instantaneous cast. The effects would already be seeping into the unfortunate cat. "Now then... I think you should be dropping all your weapons, if you want this precious kitten living more than a few moments longer." Wilfric hissed, the dagger's edge biting into the side of Ja'Rashi's throat, releasing a small trickle of red. That should serve to get his point across.
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Post by Vrek on Sept 26, 2010 22:48:27 GMT
Almar let the arrow slip out of it's notch when the Dremora was finally beaten. To think that they were heading to scout a small army of the things. A soft plop sounded as the archer dropped the arrow back into it's quiver. As he knew he would, Almar was already deep in thought.
Mehrunes Dagon was alive. The Dremora, and the aging Battlemage both knew. From what the archer gathered, Malinus didn't just have a hunch that the Prince couldn't be so easily destroyed, but he knew with certainty that he hadn't. The Dremora had sensed the Prince, within the inn or past it. Malinus had strategically placed himself between the inn and the Dremora. The old man probably knew exactly where the Prince was hiding.
Almar dropped from the tree, his bow already strung across his back. "Malinus." He spoke, stepping close to the group. He paused for a moment, deciding the best way to phrase his thoughts into Cyrodillic. "It is the Khajiit, is it not? The one that fainted. Ja'rashi, was it's name?" Almar was confident that he wouldn't need to clarify what he was thinking. In fact, he would have been surprised if Malinus wasn't already expecting the question.
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Post by FC4 on Sept 27, 2010 23:35:51 GMT
"I dispelled the Dremora after the others heavily wounded it." Malinus told Nina, placing her knife back in her blood-trickling hand. "You were sent into some sort of paralytic trance by a force that consumed the Dremora and controlled it. This force is likely being manipulated, or originates from, the Prince Killer." Malinus looked grim as he remarked on this, unsure what to make of the effect the force had on Nina.
"I have broke you from it now, but I suggest you catch your breath and relax before trying to rise." He patted her shoulder and rose just as Almar dropped from his tree. The question the Bosmer presented was, in truth, a sensible question needing no clarification, but it took Malinus a moment of looking back at the Bosmer before realizing what he meant. Having been contemplating what needed to be done next in light of current events, he hadn't been prepared for questions. But the moment of pause was short lived.
"Yes, yes he is." Malinus replied with an even grimmer visage than he had given Nina. "I have known since the encounter on the road, but didn't want others knowing until I could better assess the situation. My attempts were..." Malinus cleared his throat in a small gesture of regretful embarrassment. "... ineffective. But that point is moot in light of this new development. We have to determine how Ja'Rashi is affected by housing the remnants of Mehrunes Dagon. The Lord of Destruction is weak and frail, but still stronger than us from what I felt of his power."
Malinus turned back to the others and struck the end of his staff on the ground resolutely. "I'm not going to hide my plans from you lot now, I consider you worth trust. But keep this from Wilfric; that noble rat is likely to try and bring an end to our ace-up-the-sleeve, for lack of a better term. Ja'Rashi is useful in ways I hadn't thought before. More than just an informant directly to a victim of the Prince Killer, the very fact that Mehrunes Dagon still exists could be used against this 'Crusader', somehow."
"I thank you for your help. Please get some rest while I inform the Commander of these developments. We'll have to be at our best tomorrow." He nodded to each of them in turn before turning away and heading for the inn, his staff plopping holes into the dirt as he walked.
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Post by sibera on Sept 28, 2010 0:48:31 GMT
No one was perfect, not everyone can protect everything that felt was needed. Ji'zahd had to concede to this for now, but he had his own tricks he could play. Before he could react Wilfric had managed to get past him in the narrow room and put a knife to Ja'rashi's throat. Commanding him to drop his weapons, he shook his head and tossed the kukri into the floor, where it impaled into the wood. One hand was behind his back for a brief moment as a slight wisp of magic worked from it. "So, you intend, with some sad righteous notion that you are doing the world a good deed? Destroying probably the only thing that would have any chance at taking down a god killer? Or even purify a corrupted form of the Lord of Destruction?" he asked with a small sense of curiosity. "There is a cure for Ja'rashi, you just have not dealt with a possession or seem to know much of this particular field. I have a way of helping him, as you would say... treating him. Removing the essence from his body, encasing it within something else." he added, his face straight and neutral, if he was lying, his tone, facial features they never gave it away. Outside Karzon felt the small twinge of magic on the amulet he carried, it was a way of alerting one another to trouble if they were in trouble, in this case Ji'zahd was in trouble or so it seemed. But he would only use it if it were urgent, the large senche got up, knowing well enough there was no way in hell that he could fit inside the Inn, that he should get someone else who was more...capable. The weary Khajiit looked around and spotted Malinus and bolted over, nearly tripping on himself in the process. "Ji'zahd.. Trouble.. Now! You. Help. Now!" he grunted out much like a command, normally he would never degrade himself in such a manner to use cyrodillic but this was a different situation and if anyone understood his personal pride, going this low to convey a message was something that needed to be done. ooc: Just to nudge some urgency into it I doubt Ji'zahd can keep Willie from doing the kitty in for long with words. Even with promises of possible fortune if he didn't
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 28, 2010 1:31:46 GMT
Wilfric only smiled as the kukri was embedded into the wooden floor, slowly starting to stand, with Ja'Rashi along with him. "Oh you can treat him, can you? You can bind a DAEDRIC PRINCE inside a shell of magic or something, and trap him against his will, can you? Done this kind of thing before? Met many people with a piece of the most powerful beings in Oblivion have you?" Wilfric mocked, as he regained his feet. Slowly, the nobleman walked backwards across the floor, towards the windows. "Unfortunately... I'm not going to take that risk. One life is absolutely meaningless, here: I can just kill him now, and prevent the need of replacing one evil with another. Your 'ace in the hole' as you seem to think he is, is far too dangerous... There is either a better way, a way to retain the order of this world without potentially DESTROYING it at the same time... Or there will be none. There is no in between option." With that, Wilfric stopped, his smile fading from his lips. "And I'm going to make sure of that..." The blade of his dagger flashed, as it dragged itself across the unconscious Khajiit's throat. Immediately, a jet of crimson sprayed forth from the severed throat of the cat, soaking down Wilfric's hand, the blade of his dagger, and a good portion of the floor within seconds. The deed was done: The cat would not be living through the night. Twisting around, Wilfric tossed the cat straight through the window behind him, the glass exploding outwards in a shower of crystalline shards. The fall should take care of what the slash had begun... No one would be able to reach the cat in the few moments that he had left of life. Mehrunes Dagon... would die again. OOC: Apologies to Darkom: Unless the miraculous happens, I just murdered him. Love and huggles.
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