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Post by shadow666 on Sept 28, 2010 4:22:26 GMT
<ooc> at any rate we are all occing in an rp which does kind of break it in its own right.. so im going to jump back into the rp, and whatever happens happens, though im sure darknom had something else planned rather than death with the essence of dagon inside.
<ic> Before Nina had time to properly thank the battlemage, he had already taken his leave, and it seemed the assassin couldn't stand just yet, the blood trickling down her hand and dripping on the ground.
Sighing she reached inside a small pocket on her armour and pulled out a small piece of fabric, which Nina used to stop the bleeding. the last thing she needed was to have blood going everywhere despite the fact it was the cut that saved her from whatever trance she was in..
Little did she know was that her whorshipper aquantice was in deep trouble.. and if he died then Nina would be in serious trouble with mephala as this would be her way out in case the 'prince killer' the term which malinus used, went after the webspinner next. "Why was i the only one affected.." she muttered as she sat there with the paladin still kneeling beside her.
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Post by Darkom on Sept 29, 2010 2:08:34 GMT
OOC: For the record, I would have appreciated at least a PM, but I'm game for this kind of high-risk RPing A refreshing break from the norm, I suppose. However, if you don't mind Web, I would like to keep Ja'Rashi alive for at least a little while longer, considering how much everyone else is interested in him. And besides, I am not yet finished with the furball ;D Now then, how to properly RP this without god-modding... IC: Ja'Rashi woke to the sound of glass shattering all around him, time seeming to slow as the shards flew past, glinting crimson in the sun. He tried to scream, but he only managed a bloody gurgle as he fell. The Khajiit dimly noticed the blood cascading from his open throat. 'I'm dying...' he thought, his vision already growing dark. All he could see was a fuzzy silhouette in the window. 'He killed me.' He felt cold. All of his warmth seemed to be flowing from his neck, the chill spreading up his arms and legs, creeping slowly towards his heart. 'No,' he thought, fighting even though he knew it was done, 'No!'Suddenly, fire erupted within him, pushing back the cold. Red hot life flowed back into his veins, powered by an unquenchable rage. Ja'Rashi embraced the fire, he clung to it desperately, not caring if it consumed him, not caring from where the fury came. His vision exploded from black to red. The fire seemed to pour from him like a furnace, the burning heat a welcome relief from the numb cold he had felt, just moments before. The ecstacy of flame flickered away as he hit the ground, the fresh pain jarring him from his trance. His back felt like it had been split with an axe, he was covered in his own fresh blood, but by some miracle, he was alive. Slowly, he lifted his paw to his throat. 'Thank you... my Lord,' Ja'Rashi thought as he felt the cauterized scar. He did not know how He had done it, but his Lord had saved him from the jaws of death. The Khajiit lay there among the bloody shards of glass, mentally and physically exhausted, but alive. 'Do not expect me to save you again, fool...'OOC: Eh, not the best post, but it should do. Anyone outside at the moment, feel free to come on over. I have no idea where my window was in relation to the whole Dremora episode. And please Webster, don't let your character die I love the guy way too much.
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Post by Vrek on Sept 29, 2010 3:12:33 GMT
OOC: A'ight, I went and purged all the OOC only posts, so if you missed it, tough luck.
IC: "Yes, you are right." Almar said as the old man was walking away. They'd already wasted enough time dealing with the summoning. They all needed to get rested before the next day. As much as Almar wanted to study the vessel for the Prince, it would wait until tomorrow.
Almar was nearly back to his tree when an odd shattering sound came from the far side of the inn. Curious, he stalked to the far side of the inn, only to find the vessel Khajiit covered in blood, grasping his throat. For a split second, terror nearly overwhelmed him. He dashed next to the Khajiit, a small cloud of dust rising as he skidded to a stop.
Roughly, the archer reached forward, and peeled the beastfolk's paw from his neck, using brute force to push past a knee-jerk reaction to resist it. Instead of a spray of blood, or even a ebbing trickle, there was a burn decorating the cultist's throat. A fresh burn. The archer muttered a flat 'What' in Bosmeri. "Did he..."
Dropping the Khajiit's arm, Almar fell back onto his heels, thinking for a moment. He dug into one of the bags hanging from his belt. The first thing to come out was a blackened heart, caked with dry blood. The heart from the Dremora no the road. He had forgotten about it. Dremora hearts did have healing properties. He thought to himself, before deciding against it. He dropped it to the side, stopping only when he heard that odd sound again. It was a piece of glass. That alien material was what made the crashing sound. Interesting but unimportant.
Almar reach his hand into another of the bag he carried, this time pulling out an iron ration made from dried meat. He tossed it into Ja-Rashi's lap saying, "Eat that. It will help get your blood back. Not as good as fresh meat would, though it will." He rose to his feet, glaring up at the shattered window. The Khajiiti crusader was 'guarding' Ja'Rashi, as he recalled. Almar did not know at the time, but Malinus at least did. He should have known better then to leave a glorified witch-hunter alone with the last known shred of Dagon.
"Can you stand?" He asked the Khajiit, still glaring up at the window, drawing his bow.
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Post by sibera on Sept 29, 2010 3:36:17 GMT
As soon as Wilffric made the slash, he turned his back to throw the khajiit out the window, Ji'zahd channeled electricity through his hand and threw a long lasting pain filled lightening bolt at the Imperial, wanting to put the being into a state of excruciating pain at least temporarily. A sort of punishment for what he had done and a taste of what was to come for what he had done. "You just killed one of the lesser evil you Moron!" he snarled out. He ran for the Imperial, grabbing the kukri off the ground. His intention was to grab the human and throttle the bastard.
OOC: Ok.. That sounds better in my head >.<
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Post by DarkNova50 on Sept 29, 2010 3:39:03 GMT
She couldn’t move; she could barely breathe. All she could do was sit there, every heartbeat a thunderous tremor that roared in her ears, the blood coursing through her veins as hot as fire.
Mehrunes Dagon...was alive. Festering inside that miserable beast masquerading as a Khajiit.
And Malinus had known. Known that they were in the presence of a murderer and a monster, and kept it from the rest of them. Selene’s hands clenched into fierce little balls, as tears welled up in her eyes.
He may as well have been spitting on the graves of her parents, for protecting that thing!
Selene awkwardly managed to lift herself up from the ground, the frenzied state of her mind mirrored on her face. What am I supposed to do!? she thought to herself, stumbling back towards the direction of the inn.
It wasn’t until she was halfway back that she heard it; the shattering of glass, and the dull thud of something hitting the ground. She moved towards the source of the noise, finding Almar already there, talking-
Talking to it.
Tears still streaking the young Paladin’s face, Selene stumbled towards the conversing duo. Bile churned violently in the pit of her stomach, as she drew her blade, stopping a few feet away from the ‘Khajiit.’
“Is it true?” she asked Ja’Rashi, her blade held limply at her side. “Is it true, you have that thing inside you!?” She gripped the sword with both hands now.
”Answer me!”
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 29, 2010 4:08:19 GMT
Wilfric was no fool. After killing the only shield that he had, he was not about to stand around and wait. That would only bring him death, and not a quick one, he had a feeling. People tended to frown on killing one of their own, even if it was for the greater good. It was why he had taken it upon himself in the first place: No one else would have the spine.
Turning back towards the Templar, he began to raise his dagger into a defensive position, only to be caught by surprise by an electric bolt. He had been expecting an attack by hand, not knowing of the Templar's magical skills: The bolt thus took him full in the chest, painful electricity coursing all over his body.
"AGH!" Wilfric cried out despite himself, as pain flared through his body. The nobleman staggered, his dagger hand lowering down. Blearily, he could see the Templar charging... He wouldn't be able to recover in time! He wouldn't be able to get his defenses up fast enough, nor would he be able to fend off a blow from a larger weapon with a dagger anyway!
"R... Recall..." Wilfric gasped, as the Templar approached. With a soft *Pop* the nobleman disappeared, fully evading the Templar's follow up strike. Appearing back on the other side of the room, where he had appeared before, the noble took a moment to regain his strength, his hand setting itself lightly against his chest. His entire rib cage was on fire... that had been a hell of a spell.
"You'll... pay for that..." Wilfric growled, his dagger rising up into a stance once more. He was ready now, to fend off whatever the templar threw at him. He only had a few moments... But he would just have to make them count. He knew all the right spells that would get him out of here after all.
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Post by sibera on Sept 29, 2010 4:24:37 GMT
ooc: Smarrrrt! Now we need some kinda.. I dunno.. Cheesy Old school Boss fight music XD
P.S Lemme know if the attack aint good or needs to be fixed, been awhile since I have done a text based pvp fight.
ic: Ji'zahd growled angrily as the Human suddenly popped from where he was, Blasted recall! he thought, his mind alight with a fire of rage. He knew the importance of what Ja'rashi carried, sure the being was carrying the thing that nearly burnt Torval to the ground, nearly wiped out the Imperial City. Caused millions of Deaths.. but chaos was something that carried both good and bad. He understood this, the world was not black and white as so many thought. But merely shades of gray. Keeping this piece of a deadra alive was for the greater good in his mind. Better than whatever it was that was capable of obliterating the other deadra.
He spun around when he heard the voice and smirked softly. As a Tenplar, to be able to manipulate magic in such a manner one needed to understand it and know how to use it. He knew many of the schools but not all of them and certainly not everything about them. Some spells, such as touch based one could not just twist around or negate. He grinned toothily "You do know the punishment for Murder correct Imperial? One like you would.. Should know such laws..." a light blue wisp escaped his hand. fortifying himself with only a few seconds of speed he charged at the Imperial, his right hand came up as a feint attack to try and distract the Imperial from the true attack, which as the feint would miss, his body would spin on the left foot with his right coming around to try and kick him in the gut.
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Post by shadow666 on Sept 29, 2010 6:38:52 GMT
<ooc> O.o maybe its time for little Nina to actually get involved in this fight. after all she still has uses for the 'murderer' XD
<ic> It seemed that something much bigger was going on, as even the paladin ran off even as Nina was speaking, "what am i? chopped liver?" she called out, and then muttered some other profanity as she struggled to rise up on her own. Im barely able to walk and no one stays behind to help me or try to figure out what happened to me.. figures that im not exactly wanted by them she thought to herself and sighed, not realising the commotion that was going on around her.
It was only when she felt somthing strange behind her.. some strange power that the assassin turned around to see the kahjiit who apparently had the essence of dagon, on the ground in the distance, with glass all around. Nina glanced up to the window, and wondered what had happened up there. Something was going on and she was going to find out what.
digging through a small bag on her hip, she managed to find the last of her restore fatigue potions, which she uncorked and swallowed the contents, making a disgusted face as she did so. "they really need to make this taste better.." she said as she now was able to stnd up without much worry. gauging the distance between her, the window, and a few ledges that would enable her to reach it, Nina knelt down, and took off in a sprint.
Knowing that the Kahjiit was fine from what she had felt, her main objective was to find out what had happened leading up to his near-death.. and she had a feeling it was someone who she still had a use for..
taking no notice of the others gathering around, she moved past them quickly, and jumped on a barrel on the side of the inn, propelling herself up onto the first roof, and slammed her back against the wall next to the window, the dagger Malinus gave back to her, still in her hand.
it was then she heard the rough cyrodillic of the khajiiti templar threatening someone. "You do know the punishment for Murder correct Imperial? One like you would.. Should know such laws..." he said and This made her glance in through the window as he began an attack on.. Wilfric.
Her heart skipped a beat and she knew she couldnt let the templar do in the only person that actually took notice in her. with the khajiit's back turned, Nina threw the dagger trying to hit him in the arm that had the blade. You arent going to die for something that hasnt didnt happen Wilfric! she said mentally as she quickly took out her shortsword from its sheath on her back and jumped in through the window.
but it seemed that she stil had not fuly recovered, and the run, and thowing the knife drained what little the potion had given her.. but she hoped that what she had done bought the noble some time as she tried to recover.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 29, 2010 7:28:50 GMT
OOC: ... An ally? Well now that was something I wasn't expecting...
IC: Wilfric returned the Templar's words with a thin, sallow smile, though it quickly became a grimace of pain when he tried to straighten. Though his clothes were remarkably unaffected, underneath them his skin was scorched and painfully marked... The spell that had hit him had been a potent one that was for sure. If it hadn't been geared for pain rather than lethality, Wilfric would be sizzling on the floor right now...
"... Do you know the penalty... for treason... Templar...?" Wilfric retorted weakly, bringing his dagger to one side. He ignored the cat doing a fortify spell: Not that he could do anything about it anyway. Instead, the nobleman sat back, blearily watching as the cat made the first move... Immediately rushing headlong towards his opponent. Well... It seemed that he had underestimated his opponent, thinking a wounded man couldn't put up much of a fight.
Wilfric's left hand snapped up towards the feinting hand that attacked him, instinctively stepping forward to try and break into the cat's guard. This movement turned out to be his saving grace: By moving forward, the cat's real attack, which would have been a kick to the gut, instead became a sweeping kick to his hip and lower ribs.
Though his original intention had been to slice the wrist of the hand he had been attacking, upon the realization - about half a second before the blow actually landed - Wilfric's plan changed. Steeling himself, the nobleman took the blow right in the ribs. While excruciating, it did allow the nobleman a heartbeat to react, and left the cat wide open... For a spell that he had only just cast moments before.
"Uuuugh... P... Paralyze..." Wilfric groaned, his hand glowing a soft white as he brought his arm across in a sweep. He was going to lock the leg that he had been kicked with against his side: And put his Paralyze into action using it. Any touch would do: It mattered not where on the body it was.
Of course, the arrival of the assassin was completely unnoticed to him: Where he was, he was focused more on the templar than the window he had thrown Ja'Rashi out of. Of course, with the dagger being thrown, he would become aware of her presence in a heartbeat or so, if the unfortunate Templar succumbed to his Paralyze.
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Post by FC4 on Sept 29, 2010 15:47:30 GMT
"Ji'zahd.. Trouble.. Now! You. Help. Now!" The Senche snarled as it rushed a startled Imperial battlemage, the Cyrodiilic harsh and unusual to the feline tongue. But Malinus got the picture clearly when glass shattered, the body of Ja'Rashi soaring to the ground. For a brief moment Malinus' heart stopped, and then the Khajiit moved, and Almar -of all people- came to his aid. Selene also moved in, shouting out angry words, but the sounds of battle in Ja'Rashi's room took Malinus' priority. Jogging, since his aging frame ran at about that pace, the Imperial passed a confused, club-wielding bartender who was inching towards the stairwell. "I'll take care of this." Malinus turned and told him quickly, his arcane knowledge already racing for options. He felt waves of magic cascading down from the room, and the sense of magicka and fatigue from previous excursions forced the man to slow his ascent. Malinus had concluded the best move to quell the fighting before he even reached the door, as it was likely he would have little time to assess the situation. Instead, the Battlemage grunted as he kicked open the door and slammed his staff tip to the floor with a loud thud. The spell was quick, unfocused, and strong, as he reached magical connections without specification or differentiation to any physical body in the room, regardless of position or material. The result was dramatic, quick, and -hopefully- effective, as his Telekinesis radiated through the room, every object pushed harshly away from the Battlemage's location. The bed slammed against the wall it was already flushed to, the decor upon the nightstand and the stand itself following suit. Even the dingy, old rug upon the floor fluttered across to bunch against the wooden planks. Malinus hoped, however, that the spell would send the combatants into the walls, stunning them and giving him time to not only recover from the spell, but assess the situation. OOC: Of course, some dangers may arise from mere room layout or locations that Malinus is unaware of. He's old, but not always wise
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Post by Aulakauss on Sept 29, 2010 21:15:41 GMT
The old cat gave Aron a weary smile, grabbing the drink she'd ordered when it came and sipping at the ale. "Truth be told, warrior, I am exhausted," Tamara sighed, leaning her snout in her left hand, "So much has happened recently, and this old body of mine just can't keep up like it used to." With a swig of alcohol and a shake of her head, Tamara turned to look at Aron again. "I do hope you'll forgive Karstine for her.. misgivings. She isn't a bad girl, she's just.." the Khajiit looked off a moment, thinking of the right word, "Well, she was severely wronged by humans when she was young and vulnerable, and since then has held it against the species as a whole. But she seems to like you, Aron." Tamara reached over and grabbed the man's shoulder gently, "Should anything happen to me on this journey, please, make sure she doesn't do anything.. well.. stupid. She may put on the act of being cold and tough, but she's very sensitive and emotional in truth. I worry what she might do without me here to keep her in check.." As she should have expected, things didn't stay remotely calm for long. Shattering glass and yelling came from upstairs and, with speed one would not expect from an old woman, Tamara dismounted her seat and grabbed her staff, making her way as quickly as she could up the stairs. Malinus ran past her, and would have knocked her over had she not made an instant over-correction that put her sideways into the wall for a moment. Before at last she reached the top of the stairs, she already knew what was going on, and who it was. Stepping into the doorway a few seconds behind Malinus, the old Khajiit wore a snarl on her face, her left hand's fingers flared out in a talonlike shape around a fireball. "Where is the filthy s'wit?" she spat, the Dunmeri curse sounding odd coming from a Khajiit. When she spotted Wilfric, it took a lot of control not to simply throw the fireball in her hand at him. She looked straight at him and shrieked, "What did you do, you little cretin?!" ~-----~ Everything seemed to be happening very quickly around Karstine, and her intoxicated mind was struggling to make sense of any of it. She wasn't even sure if her spell had worked or not, as the others had dispatched the thing so suddenly after she'd let it go, and then in an instant something was happening down at the inn. Like that, the old human and the shady woman were gone towards the disturbance, but as she thought about it, Karst wasn't sure she really wanted anything to do with.. whatever the hell it was. More than likely, it was some Nord getting pissed off after a bit too much mead, and it was certainly beneath someone like herself, a respected mage and seer's apprentice, to bother with some idiot monkey breaking things. With that mindset, she sighed and sat down on the grassy area on which she'd been standing, resting her face in her hand. She knew she herself had ingested too much alcohol, but at least she had the control and grace not to make a spectacle of herself. Shaking her head, closed her eyes and relaxed.
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Post by sibera on Sept 30, 2010 1:37:59 GMT
ooc: Wow! Gang attack ic: Ji'zahd had indeed left himself open, but he had been expecting Willie to go down and ball up from a kick like that. Even if it didn't land where it was intended. The Noble managed to lock the Templar's leg to the side of the Nobles body and the paralysis took effect. He felt it, his body going numb and limp, dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The thrown dagger that was aimed for his weapon arm flew past it as he dropped. Then which seemed to follow in similar succession the door burst open which followed through with a telekinetic blast wave which sent him skidding across the floor and into the wall slamming into it with a dull groan. His body had turned enough so that he could see what was going on, but due to the paralyze effect still coursing through his system he spied whom the possible user of the telekinesis was. Malinus... he thought, wondering if the Imperial was there for Wilfric or for him. He then noticed beyond the blurr of his vision another figure with a fireball or something glowing bright orange.
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Post by webster52402 on Sept 30, 2010 1:48:01 GMT
OOC: No kidding. Here I was looking forward to adding another slit throat to the list... The dagger, though it missed Jizahd, did not simply stop after it missed him, oh no: Though he dropped out of the way, Wilfric was not so lucky. The twirling blade - unhindered by his cloak, given its positioning and his lack of awareness that it was coming towards him - slammed into his left shoulder, the blade sinking deep enough in to grind against the bone. "AGH!" Wilfric screamed, his hand beginning to raise towards the dagger... Only to have all hell break loose. The next thing he knew, he was suddenly in the air, being propelled towards the wall with great force: And unfortunately for him, he hit face first... Or dagger first. There was a sickening crack that rang through the room, as Nina's dagger suddenly was shoved even deeper into his shoulder, the blade actually piercing into and shattering his shoulder from the sheer force of the blow. Agony seared up through his left side, a dull scream - which seemed curiously far away, after the amount of pain that he was going through - ripping from his lips. He was vaguely aware of the warmth of his own blood running down his side, followed by the hard floor greeting him as he collapsed against the wall. Tamara's words and accusation were lost in the chaos of the situation, the agony-induced fog that had draped itself over his mind, and the sheer stunning surprise at the sudden increase in activity. He had hoped to be gone by this time, but it seemed that things had gotten considerably messier... And considerably more painful than he had anticipated. Twisting and writhing on the floor, Wilfric's right hand - since his left was now all but useless - instinctively reached up, grasping the hilt of the dagger that was jutting from his shoulder. He gave it a tug to try and remove it, but quickly decided against that course of action: The rasping of the blade against his shattered bone was audible and excruciating. All it resulted in was him letting out a groan of pain, with the dagger not even moving a centimeter. The entire world had been turned upside down... OOC: Feel sorry for the assassin: She hits the wrong target, and gets a telekinetic blast when she had only just gotten in through the windows!
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Post by Vrek on Sept 30, 2010 4:08:18 GMT
Almar did a half-turn as soon as he he heard Selene stamping towards them, just missing the sight of Nina climbing to the window. Of course the Paladin would not appreciate Ja'Rashi's unique position. A muttered another curse in Bosmeri, angry at his own short-sightedness. He was smarter then this, he knew it. Inwardly, he blamed this alien land. It was wide and open and full of blaspheming heathens.
Less then a single beat after the turn was completed, Almar slammed an arrow into the notch, and pulled the string back to his ear, the string groaning against the pressure. Mere feet away from eachother, the arrow, despite being made of bone rather then a metal, could punch right through the woman's armor. Of course, if she swung at him, whether or not his own reflexes could move faster then her speed would very easily decide the fight.
But the Paladin was only young, and misguided. Not malicious. She did not understand what the preservation or extermination of Dagon truly meant. Or even anyone on either side of this issue other then himself did. He was the only Bosmer, after all.
"Selene." He said sharply, tugging the bowstring back a bit further to accentuate himself. "Put the sword down, now. Or on Yffre's blood, I will kill you. This Khajiit, and the Lord of Destruction, are far more important then you could possible understand. If you kill it, my god's sacrifice to this world so many eons ago will have been wasted. I will not allow that."
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Post by shadow666 on Sept 30, 2010 4:14:19 GMT
Just as Nina had jumped through the window she heard the yell from Wilfric making her cringe as her dagger hit him instead of the templar who had fallen from a spell. about to apologise for what happened, some force knocked her completely back out of the window, the blade knocked out of her hand, and landing on the ground below her, the edge sticking into the dirt near where the khajiit had fallen.
Not expecting the telekinetic blast but knowing that she had to do something, the assassin held her hands out and grabbed the edges of the windowsill as she flew out, and cry of pain heard as her right shoulder dislocated from the force of the blast while holding on leaving the left arm to hold her weight as she dangled from the window.
Struggling to hang on, the assassin was fuming, Not only did Mailnus not think of the situation at hand before doing what he had done, but it seemed as if no one noticed her jump past the commotion below, and hence avoiding the situation she was in. thats it! ive had enough of this!! Nina thought to herself as her feet found the roof below her, and she slowly heaved herself back up using her one good arm. Now that she had a foot hold she peered back into the room, her face red from anger, and twisted from the pain.
"WHAT THE HELL OLD MAN!?!" she yelled across from the room, her right arm still hanging from her side unable to be used for the time being.
<ooc> >.> whenever the poor girl decides to be helpful the others mess it all up and ends up hurting her.. poor girl lol
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