|
Post by DarkNova50 on Sept 30, 2010 5:46:33 GMT
Selene paid the commotion coming from the room above her little enough mind; instead, her focus was directed solely at both Ja’Rashi, and now Almar, the Bosmer levelling his bow at her from mere feet away.
“You don’t even care, do you?” Selene turned her head slowly towards Almar, pain and horror etched into her crystalline blue eyes. “You don’t care about what that thing did, do you!?” Her eyes grew wide as she tightened the grip on her blade. “Well I was at the Imperial City! I watched as that thing, and snivelling cowards like that cat, burned the city and butchered thousands! I watched them murder my family!”
“But you don’t care about that, do you, Almar?” Selene spat. “Because you’re just some motherless, heathen Elf scum. And you don’t care that it was the blood of my people that saved you.”
She took one hand away from her sword, directing it towards Ja’Rashi as golden flame danced along its length. She was hardly a master of destructive magic by any means, but from what she could tell, it wouldn’t take much to finish off the Khajiit in his current state.
“So go ahead, Almar. Kill me.” She dropped her blade unceremoniously to the ground, folded her free arm over her chest, as the flames darting along the other continued to grow in intensity. “Martin Septim was willing to die for his people...for your people. If I can die even a fraction the hero he was, I do so gladly.”
She closed her eyes and bowed her head, her arm never once wavering.
"My life for the Nine..." she whispered quietly.
OOC: No pressure, Darkom, but now might be a MIGHTY fine time to post!
And Shadow, I never would have expected Nina to become a form of comic relief with her constant...difficulties?
|
|
|
Post by FC4 on Sept 30, 2010 13:04:14 GMT
The telekinetic blast rocked the room, as he had anticipated, and sent the combatants flying. What the old man had not anticipated was three fighters, one of them Nina flying out of the window. Tamara came up behind him with flame licking from her claws, ready to fling hell into Wilfric's face and spouting accusation before the situation was even assessed.
Although, to her credit, it didn't take much to deduce that Wilfric was the one who attempted murder, even if Tamara didn't know Nina's alibi.
"WHAT THE HELL OLD MAN?!" Nina screeched not a moment later, coming from the window with her right arm dangling uselessly. Malinus did not cringe at her anger, or balk at the blood pool forming around Wilfric's body and the blade sticking out of the back of his shoulder. His spell had done what was intended, but some of the results he found undesirable.
"I would like to know what happened in here, and now that the fighting is over, I can." He responded to the assassin calmly, walking towards her. "Tamara, could you please stem the noble's bleeding? We cannot find out what has happened if he bleeds to death, and he may still be useful." Malinus requested of the Khajiit mystic, hoping the healer in her would prevail over her anger.
"Nina, allow me to pop your arm in before we begin. I had no intention to cause such harm, I assure you." The elder informed her as he set his staff against the wall, walking closer to her. Before he moved to aid her, however, he gathered violet light around his hands in a swirling mass. Swashing his hand as if swatting at a fly, the magic projected towards Ji'zahd, washing over him. It wasn't a particularly powerful dispel, just a rushing bolt of basic, pure magic of a small magnitude. After his telekinetic peace-maker, he couldn't cast a strong spell just yet, and he had no idea how strong the paralysis (which was obvious since Ji'zahd's limbs hadn't moved since he'd hit the wall, but he had groaned) on the Khajiit was. But some dispelling was better than none.
"Ji'zahd, just stay on the floor please, and we'll start with your explanation of events." Malinus instructed the Templar, still looking at Nina and hoping she would let him help.
|
|
|
Post by sibera on Sept 30, 2010 15:14:07 GMT
Ji'zahd grumbled something incoherent as the dispel washed over him, sure enough it was enough to wipe out most of the spell that was applied to him but it still left him feeling a little like Jelly. Slowly he pushed himself up against the wall and leaned on it "Wilfric.. tried to Kill or succeeded in killing.. Ja'rashi. Claiming it was for the better.. he plotted it out. teleported inside, most likely through mark and recall.." he started, lifting a heavy hand up to rub his face. "Ja'rashi had awoken from his state and had another fit, with Dagon I assume fighting for control.. or..punishing him.. he hit the floor by the door and started having a fit. I managed to get to him and create a temporary magical cage as it would be around the essence of dagon. It was at that point.. Wilfric popped into the room and attacked me. Throwing a vial of acidic poison at me and managed to get past me... then used Ja'rashi as a shield and then slit his throat and tossed him out the window. I.. got angry and threw a potent pain geared Lightening bolt at the prick... I had no intention of killing him but.. merely subdue in a very painful manner.. Little bastard does not deserve death. " there was a subtle undercurrent of defeat in his tone, for all he knew Ja'rashi was dead but then that was a possibility if Karzon had managed to get help.
Great, just... great... messed this one up didn't you..Said you'd protect this one person.. ONE single person! And you screw it up.. real great job.. Ji'zahd looked away for a moment, looking down to his left as he mentally assaulted himself for screwing up so bad.
|
|
|
Post by shadow666 on Oct 1, 2010 3:13:14 GMT
<OOC> its not intentional.. it just seems she is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and its always when she goes and gets herself hurt lol.. i swear shes more invisible than V's character and shes invisible most of the time! lol..
<ic> Nina just glared at the old man as he offered to help her. "I think you have caused me enough pain for one day.." Nina muttered as she looked at her currently useless arm. "If it wasn't for the fact Mephala wished me to be here, i wouldn't be" she muttered and glanced over as the templar began to speak. His words made her laugh then cringe because of the pain.. "You speak as if you can cage the Princes and Nina themselves! No one can cage the magnificance of their power furball, even temporarily.. His essance would destroy your mind and soul maybe even toy with you that it was working before doing those things." Nina said as she looked at the Khajiit in anger of him even thinking her could cage a prince easily.
|
|
|
Post by Darkom on Oct 1, 2010 22:01:18 GMT
"OOC: No pressure, Darkom, but now might be a MIGHTY fine time to post!" Can do! Sorry, I was pretty busy the past two days, but this next month I should be able to post more frequently, and after that the XC season is over. IC: Ja'Rashi awoke to the paladin's flickering golden flames, his miraculous brush with death forgotten to this new threat. The human woman stood over him with her head bowed, but the Khajiit knew danger when he saw it. Ja'Rashi backed away from the woman as quickly as his exhausted body would allow, propping himself up on one arm as he retreated. "What girl doing?" he asked frantically, gritting his teeth as pain lashed across his back. Ja'Rashi looked up, finally noticing the Bosmer with an arrow drawn, his bow pointed directly at the human woman. 'The tree-hugger... is protecting me?' What had happened after... Ja'Rashi's eyes opened wide, his paw shooting back up to his throat as he realized what had happened. Whatever his Lord had done to save him, it had revealed His presence to the others. Ja'Rashi could only watch as his life was thrown about like a leaf in the breeze; he had no doubts that his master would not come to his rescue a second time. OOC: I guess Ja'Rashi's life is all in Almar's small, elven hands now. Hardly a comforting thought
|
|
|
Post by Vrek on Oct 2, 2010 1:36:28 GMT
OOC: Don't forget his small, beady eyes.
IC: The tip of Almar's arrow shook, full of barely contained rage leaking through his arms. How dare she?! Gritting his teeth he turned his bow past the girl's shoulder, and let the arrow fly, the sharpened bone buried itself into a tree with a heavy thunk. A tactically horrible move, but for the moment, he did not care. With his left hand, he tossed the bow, then reaffirmed his grip a split second later. Using his new leverage, he cracked the bow across the girl's face.
"You think you are the only person ever to lose? You think only your City of Walls was the only place hurt?! From the day I was born, I have seen death of war! In one night, the strength and will of my clan, my family was shattered in a single night, by just one of the Hell Gates! Children slaughtered like prey!" He growled through snarling teeth. "Two enemies have I ever known. The heathen beastfolk, and the cults of Dagon. Were this cat anything less than he was, I would kill him myself."
The Bosmer snarl faded into a stern stare. He had to be understood. Now more then ever; The stakes were higher, and Almar couldn't risk dying before someone else knew the consequences. "If this Khajiit dies before Dagon is restored, then your king's sacrifice, my god's sacrifice, every single good deed in history will have been undone. Kill him now, and you may spell doom for every mortal alive, and every one after. I need to explain. The Bosmer have..." He trailed off, thinking of how to best translate his unique position. "the Witnesses of Yffre. We were chosen to observe the creation of the pillars of reality; The Earth Bones. And the death of a god. We alone understand how the universe was built, to understand the... rules of reality. Without Destruction, there cannot be Creation. Without Dagon, the entire world may unravel."
He stepped backwards, his eyes never leaving Selene. He drew another arrow, but only set it in the notch and drew a few inches back. Not prepared to immediately fire, but enough to make his point. "I am neither a Witness nor a shaman. I am just a soldier. But as I live, I will not allow that to happen."
|
|
|
Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 2, 2010 18:57:51 GMT
Selene had been ready to do it. She’d been ready to kill Ja’Rashi, right then and there, while the Khajiit was utterly defenceless. Just as the sensation of flames roiling up her arm had reached its crescendo, however, she heard something that gave her pause.
“What girl doing!?”
Selene’s eyes shot open and turned on the downed Khajiit. For what felt like minutes rather than seconds, she watched as the creature scrambled away from her, frantic desperation written across its features. It was helpless, it was afraid, and it was entirely at her mercy.
And yet it was Selene’s heart that was suddenly gripped with fear. She’d seen this before; monsters, butchering those who could offer no resistance, and without even the faintest trace of remorse. Selene looked at the flames encompassing her arm in horror.
What am I doing!?
There was a sharp crack as something hit Selene in the side of the face. She staggered backwards, her spell dissipating as her concentration was broken. Wincing as she placed a single armoured hand at the site of impact, she looked back up at Almar, the Bosmer sharing his own tale of loss and suffering, and at the hands of the demon inside Ja’Rashi, no less. Finishing his story, the Wood Elf notched a single arrow in his bow; enough to get his point across.
Selene remained silent for a moment, her gaze falling to the ground below her as tears of remorse traced the curves of her face. Remorse for what, in her rage, she’d said to Almar, when he’d suffered just as she had. And remorse for what she realized she’d almost done, and what she’d almost allowed herself to become.
“I...I’m sorry, Almar,” she said softly. “I didn’t...I only wanted to-“ She shook her head, strands of rose blonde hair swaying before her face. Slowly, she gathered up her blade, and turned back towards the inn.
“I’m...just sorry.”
She started for the building.
__________________________ __________________________
For some time, Seraphin had sat quietly at the bar in the lower level of the inn, perfectly content to mind his own business, and reflect upon his earlier...conversation, with Nina. He was, of course, oblivious to the faint traces of illusion magic still present in his system that seemed to play with his memory and perceptions, which in this instance, made the female assassin only that much more desirable...
And so he sat, willing to ignore the occasional, and sometimes frantic, coming and goings of the other members of the group. It was not until he heard the commotion coming from the room upstairs, including the sound of thrown furniture and a heavy helping of yelling, that he truly snapped out of his docile haziness, turning his attention towards the stairwell.
“Never again...never again...” The bartender, clutching a crude looking cudgel to his chest, continued to mutter those same two words to himself, as the continued procession of crashing and yelling carried on above them.
“Bloody hell,” Seraphin spat, getting up from his seat. Had he known from the beginning he was going to have to play babysitter for this lot, he might have assigned the job to one of his subordinates. But, he was in this deep...he made for the staircase, and up towards the room.
He...was at a loss for words.
It appeared as though most of the group had assembled in that one room. Tamara and Malinus stood outside the door and at the outer edge of the room, respectively, while one of the Khajiit, the warrior, lay on the floor, seemingly wounded. Not far from him was Wilfric, quite obviously wounded with a dagger jutting from his shoulder, while Nina stood outside the shattered window. A rather significant quantity of blood was pooled on the floor, and the furniture within had been tossed about the room.
Seraphin sighed, rubbing irritably at his temple. “I don’t suppose one of you would care to tell me just what the hell is going on here?” he asked in a remarkably calm and centred fashion.
OOC: I've been meaning to post for him, but I guess I've been a little distracted by everything else going on. Thanks for reminding me, Web.
|
|
|
Post by FC4 on Oct 3, 2010 5:18:57 GMT
"Ji'hazd was just explaining that to me, sir." Malinus replied with calm as equal as Seraphin when the man entered the room, seeming to hold in his response to Nina. However, a grim visage came over him as he turned to face the Commander. This was not the situation he'd hoped to break the news in.
"From our intelligence, we know Mehrunes Dagon to have been destroyed, dead." Malinus began with what may have appeared to have been irrelevant, but gave no time for anyone to mention such. "The truth appeared to me on the road here when we met those Daedra. Ja'Rashi, our Scholar Khajiit, was affected by their presence, somehow. The truth is..." Malinus grabbed his staff from the wall and held it tight, standing at attention directly before Seraphin. "... He is Mehrunes Dagon's mortal vessel. The Prince of Destruction, weaker and more fragile than ever, is contained within the Khajiit cult worshiper. And because of his weakened state he can be contained, barely." Malinus shot a glance at Nina as he spoke. "I've done it myself, with minimal success."
"I was meaning to tell you later tonight, Commander, after investigating the state of Mehrunes Dagon's Realm further. I wished to see if this could become an advantage for us. Apparently some..." Roberto turned his staff, the tip swinging out slightly to point towards Wilfric. ".... did not, and sought to play do-good-avenger-of-the-Septims, heedless to the effects of his actions were they to succeed. Luckily, Ji'hazd..." This time Malinus turned to the barely paralyzed Khajiit and smiled reassuringly. "... They have not."
Malinus turned back to Seraphin, removing the smile from his face and rekindling his serious expression. "Commander, if you wish to know more, I shall explain. Otherwise, what would you deem just in this matter?"
|
|
|
Post by webster52402 on Oct 3, 2010 8:37:09 GMT
"He... LIVES!?!"
The sudden roar from Wilfric came seemingly out of nowhere, as the nobleman stopped his thrashing about long enough to pull himself into a seated position. His face was pale and drawn from the pain of simply moving, and blood still stubbornly poured from his shoulder, but far more important things were on the nobleman's mind at the moment. The man he had come to assassinate, the one that he had cut the throat of, and thrown to his death... Had somehow survived!?! The very knowledge that such at thing was possible enraged him. Damn demon didn't know when to die!
"I need... to cut deeper... next time..." The nobleman snarled, as he raised his hand to the dagger hilt jutting out of his shoulder. Gripping it tightly, the nobleman bared his teeth in a vicious sneer, preparing himself for the pain that was to come. A few seconds later, he yanked sharply out on the dagger, the blade sliding free with a curious mixture of dry crunching and wet squelching, as flesh and bone shifted around the blade's movement. Somehow, Wilfric managed not to scream, though that could be because his jaw was locked up so tight that it was a miracle he was even breathing.
Tossing the dagger to one side, the nobleman rested with his back to the wall, glaring at the group at large. Now that there was no need to hide things anymore, he was more than happy with letting them know just how foolish they were being.
"Bullshit... What you just fed him... was complete... and utter... bullshit..." Wilfric snarled in between gasps for breath. The gasps were practically all that was keeping him focused at the moment, as the pain that surged through him every time his chest expanded and fell kept him sharp. Raising his right hand, unable to do so with his left, the nobleman pointed a shaky finger at the battlemage.
"You can't... contain a Daedric Prince... You thinking that you can is nothing... short of pure hubris.... For one so old, you certainly... have much to learn... about wisdom." Grimacing the hand fell back to his side, not bothering to keep pointing any longer.
"This is... the single most powerful being in Oblivion... What if he's... just allowing you... to suppress him until... it no longer suits his purposes...? Did you think of that, old timer...? Or did you just think yourself so strong... in magic that you can bend any force... including a piece... of a Prince, to your will?" With a bitter laugh, Wilfric allowed his head to rest forward onto his chest, shaking it slowly from side to side.
"He should have died..."
|
|
|
Post by sibera on Oct 3, 2010 9:22:57 GMT
Ji'zahd puffed his fur out just a little bit as Nina laughed at what she thought to be a fool hardy thing. How little did she know. "Hand of mephala, there are ways and means of creating barriers around such things. Even mere pieces of a Deadric God." he then cast a glare at Wilfric as the nobleman had gotten up. Ji'zahd himself had recovered from the paralysis and was about to throttle that Noble. So close... all the noble had to do was push the right button and Ji'zahd would flatten him without a second thought. "My experience with similar.. situations involving similar circumstances particularly involving mages or unfortunate 'volunteers' of their experiments." he looked at Seraphin, he seemed to relax figuring the man would be more open minded on the situation. "All it takes is someone knowing how to weave the magic, granted the barrier I have managed to put on him.. before wilfrics...interruption would only last a few days at best. But I have a more longer term solution I can fashion with the help of a few others." he was happy that Ja'rashi was alive, but was a little wary on what had caused him to survive, maybe Dagon intervened? Something he would have to ask Ja'rashi later. "It is not of Ja'rashi's fault that this happened to him, put him under my supervision. The Imperials know of how my Order works with the mages Guild and independents and how we have supervised various dangerous experiments which have fruited more than what they would of originally done." He hoped seraphin would put the Khajiit under Ji'zahds watch, probably the only one there except for Malinus (And maybe Almar, since he doesn't know the woody is helping Ja'rashi and slapping Selene with his bow ) whom understood the importance of what they had before them. He then looked at wilfric, figuring to indulge the man alittle in an eye opener "Mehrunes Dagon is not the single most powerful thing within Oblviion. Maybe within his plane or here but there are others whom rival his power. There are ancient magics out there, techniques, abilities not well known nor developed within the mainstream of magical use within the guild or the Arcane university. If your going to claim that then saying that making an Island disappear for a few years or so is also not possible. Which.. has been done.. so before you start flinging out utter bullshit of what you think is possible remember that, there is allot out there that we do not know but others are capable of."
|
|
|
Post by webster52402 on Oct 3, 2010 10:42:18 GMT
Wilfric snorted as the Templar attempted to give him a rundown on magical abilities, as though Wiflric himself knew absolutely nothing of the arcane. "Oh, an Island, wow. Really? First of all, if you're saying your magic is at that level, you're lying through your teeth. Though given the fact that you're a damn Khajiit, that isn't exactly a surprising thing. How about trying this one on for size? How about making a rip in TIME that causes everything to disappear for a few years? You know, like the Dragon Break that is documented so well?"
With a sallow smile, the nobleman spidered his right hand up to his shoulder, gripping the bleeding wound tight to try and slow some of the bleeding. "Oh, oh, or how about an entire CHAIN of Islands, like Sheogorath - or Jyggalag depending on the time - made disappear, and reform at his will? Or tearing open the fabric of reality and spewing forth a limitless army like Dagon did? You're trying to downplay a force that you don't even know the power level of, kitten. Don't even presume to think that you and a single old battlemage are going to be able to cage up a being like Dagon."
Despite himself, Wilfric still wore his self-satisfied sneer. "As for your experiments, I highly doubt any of them compared to the level of an actual Daedric Prince, in the flesh. While most mages can get themselves possessed by various dremora and become abominations of the most terrible kind, absolutely none have ever been able to go toe to toe with a Prince. I seem to recall the entire arcane university being unable to even phase him when he arrived here. Though this is only a piece of him, what makes you think you're so special that you can keep him locked up?"
"And if you DID seal him off properly, oh kitty cat... Tell me how it is that Dagon managed to exert his influence over Ja'Rashi when I split his throat wide open, enough to actually save his life? He would have died in seconds without it... But it's still Daedric energy. Good work keeping him contained and helpless Templar."
|
|
|
Post by sibera on Oct 3, 2010 13:10:37 GMT
All Ji'zahd could do was crack a small, triangular grin that sat on his face you know the kind that most would absolutely love to hit? "Your knowledge of the arcane seems ever so... limited.. would be the best word to describe it. But then.. your skill as an illusionist could contradict that.." however, Wilfric's Kitten comment grated on his nerves, but he continued to wear that smile "I know the strength of what is before us, As for dagons ability to spare Ja'rashi that would have been a serious push and exertion that would have cost him considerably, as a Deadric Lord gains a good portion of their power from their Realm, the various artifacts that they have among other things. It is limited here, it was mainly to shield his mind from Dagons control, to avoid him... going into fits and allowing Ja'rashi to continue to be himself rather than a puppet, the spell is fragile since you made your appearance and interrupted it. What Dagon did I am not sure without having been there myself." he stated in a calm manner. "As for my own magical ability being at that of a group of possibly a few hundred Psjiics performing an incomprehensibly complex rite, my power is far from that. More like a drop in the river. But there are means and ways of doing things that allow practitioners like myself to perform techniques that go beyond what we would naturally be able to achieve." He huffed softly, keeping his cool much like a parent would with a spoiled child (you know, the kind with the infinite patience ) "There are others here whom have an understanding of the nature of these beings beyond your own and my own, the Hand of Mephala nears the mark of her Patron, felt their power first hand. As has ja'rashi." He flicked his tail to the left as he looked at everyone around them before looking back at wilfric "Deadric Magic is merely raw magic that has been woven into its current form, much like your own paralysis spells or Illusions. All it takes is understanding its nature and being able to weave something that acts as a counter, a Negative to the positive as one can say."
|
|
|
Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 3, 2010 16:35:00 GMT
”Enough!” Seraphin barked, a newfound font of anger welling up in his gut. “I’m not interested in hearing a bunch of crackpot theories on how you might or might not be able to keep this...this thing, in check. So put a lid on it, the both of you.”
Clenching his jaw, the Commander turned towards Malinus, and just barely controlled the urge to slug the elderly man square in the jaw. “This is one hell of a thing to drop in my lap out of the blue, Malinus,” Seraphin growled. “Waiting until after somebody tries to kill him to tell me that little bastard has a piece of Dagon locked up inside his head?” He took a slow, purposeful breath. “Just thank your lucky stars you’re retired, old man, or I’d bust you down to Recruit so fast it’d damn near tear your head clean off.”
Now, with that out of the way, Seraphin took a moment to survey the room, and the faces, arrayed before him; he was standing knee deep in a mess so putrid, it was practically septic. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this?
He gestured at both Wilfric and Ji’Zahd. “First of all, let’s get these two cleaned up.” He gazed levelly at the Imperial. “I may not like your methods, Salazar, but I can hardly condemn a man for wanting to kill Dagon, given the chance. But if you try something like that again, I’ll see to it personally that you get something a fair sight larger than that dagger jammed into your shoulder.” He nodded at the claymore on his back. “Understand?”
He turned his attention back to Tamara, and his expression softened a little. “Tamara, I’d like you to supervise these two, if you please, make sure they don’t try to keep any other semi-important tidbits to themselves.” He looked between Malinus and Ji’Zahd. “You'll forgive me, gentlemen, but given the circumstances, I feel it best to have a third party overseeing things. Keep an eye on that cat, try to keep him from going homicidal.”
“As for you, Othelu,” he said, turning his attention at last towards the shattered window. His eyes lingered on the assassin for a moment, but he maintained his composure. “Are you alright?”
This was turning out to be one hell of a ‘routine’ mission.
|
|
|
Post by FC4 on Oct 3, 2010 20:16:29 GMT
"Sir." Malinus replied curtly, standing straight. "I had not anticipated the assassination attempt. I held off only with intent to learn more before coming to you. One of the primary roles of the battlemage is adviser in the arcane." Malinus sighed. "I would have preferred a better situation than this."
"And no, Wilfric, I can't contain him." Malinus turned sharply towards the noble. "But I can subdue the fits, and that is enough for me. Mehrunes Dagon is a strategic advantage." He was no longer talking to Wilfric, but the room as a whole. "He knows how the Prince Killer destroys Daedra, as he has met it first-hand. Mehrunes Dagon is characterized by rage and stubborn vengefulness. The enemy of thy enemy is thy friend. The way I see it, a possible temporary alliance could be made here, to our benefit." Malinus made for the door, then turned straight to Wilfric, locking eyes squarely.
"The Prince Killer's armies are on the move, Salazar. And he seeks to reshape the realms to his whim. Mundus was created by the Et'Ada Lorkhan, a realm all its own. Contemplate the implications of that, all of you, and we'll see who is wiser. I'll check on Ja'Rashi." Malinus practically ordered, leaving the room promptly afterward. As he made his way down the stairs, the barkeep could see the displeasure on his face.
Malinus was supposed to be an adviser, a wizened man of experience and arcane knowledge, of magical use and valuable intellect. But all he'd been seeing lately had been failing spells and ignored, disregarded, and even rejected advice and opinions. The battlemage swung the front door open with a fury, allowing his frustration to come out only through that venue. He walked briskly to the site of Ja'Rashi's fall, blue robe fluttering about his legs.
"Is everything alright?" Malinus asked aloud. "Or will I have to break up another fight?" This statement came out just a tad lower than previous.
|
|
|
Post by sibera on Oct 4, 2010 0:30:07 GMT
Ji'zahd shot seraphin a glare as he barked out orders, he then looked at Wilfric "Be thankful I do not kill you right now.." he muttered before walking off. Stopping by the doorway, taking note of the question he posed to Nina. Which by all accounts seemed out of order, since she herself had also attacked them. He walked out and headed for where Ja'rashi had landed, his pace almost entering a small Jog as he passed the Innkeeper, getting a slight look from him. Though who could blame the poor fellow who just had an entire room messed up, blood spilled everywhere. He was tired, physically and mentally and this seemed to show for a few moments as Ji'zahd got to the fall. He noticed Selene was walking away from the area. His ears twitched, not trusting any of those Religious Zealots of the Knights of the Nine he approached and knelt down by Ja'rashi "You alright there?" he asked quietly, looking up at Almar he was.. surprised at the least for him being there.
Ji'zahd then looked down at Ja'rashi, checking him over quietly for even in the dark the Khajiit could see as if it was near day time or at the very least significantly better than the current dimly lit darkness.
|
|