"Janius, archers!" Meesei shouted as Janius was executing one of the, but it was clear that there was no way he would react in time. Meesei teleported herself in front of him and forced away the first of the arrows with a burst of telekinetic energy. The second flew straight past her, but was close enough to her that her lightning form actually arced to it and threw it off course. The third, however, Meesei blocked with her own body. It impacted in her torso directly over her right lung, but to this, her lightning form proved a lifesaver. It provided resistance enough that the arrow only pierced an inch or two before coming to a halt on her rib. She was able to remove it quickly, but regardless, the silver burned her flesh and shot pain through her body. It was enough to distract her as one of the mercenaries she had stunned rose from the ground with her spear trained on Meesei's throat. Lorag rushed to defend, and even Kaleeth could overcome her fear to try and help when Meesei was in danger, but only Janius was truly close enough to help in time.
"I...don't know if I can hit him with paralysis from here. It is very draining to make it cover an area and..." Mirisk began, interrupting himself with a hiss. "Bah, let's just hit him with everything we have!" He shouted in frustration before unleashing a torrent of fireballs in the commander's direction. Some missed, some hit the mercenaries around him, and few found their marks melting through his armor.
"Fire." Ahnasha's voice sounded as soon as she had a bead on their target. Simultaneously, they fired the lieutenant. It wasn't surprising that the first volley missed, but Ahnasha was more than happy to follow up with another, and there were enough arrows on the bodies of the archers around them to let Fendros spend a few more shots than usual on this target. On the second round of arrows, Fendros' shot pierced through one of the more lightly armored spots near his ankle, which made him a considerably less agile target. Frantically, he raised his shield in their direction and blocked another from Fendros after that, but then a stone from Sabine hit him in the back and threw him off balance. He tried to find a direction to run, but nowhere seemed safe. As he tried hobbling to the back of his forces, a fireball slammed into his back, turning the metal of his armor a bright orange, which once of Ahnasha's arrows was easily able to pierce.
"It looks like we tore him to pieces from all sides." Ahnasha commented. "They're without leadership, now we just have to..." Ahnasha's words were interrupted when she suddenly found she could no longer move her lips, or indeed, any part of her body. Both her and Fendros were now like statues, encased in an area paralysis spell that was fired into the room from the window behind them. They fell to the ground in the same positions they had been standing as the group that had been skulking outside rushed upstairs. They had the same symbols on their armor as the mercenaries below, with the exception of one. He was a black scaled Argonian with no horns and red feathers who looked entirely out of place in the battlefield, as his clothes were expensive and only slightly muddied by the marsh. He wore fine jewelry and looked to be entirely unarmed.
"Looks like I got them, sir. Should I finish them off?" A Breton man asked as he stood over their frozen bodies with a shortsword in hand. With the medium armor he was wearing, he did not look much like a standard mage, though he obviously was to have paralyzed them.
"No, this fight isn't going as planned, and they might be useful to us. Tie them up and bring them to the wagon. We're leaving." The finely-dressed Argonian ordered. The others in the room, about seven in all, were each well armed and armored with crossbows and blades alike. They crowded around them with weapons at the ready as the Breton gathered up the rope to bind them.
"Unless you wish to meet an abrupt end, do not try anything. I know not if you are one of these foul vampires, but the silver bolts in these crossbows will kill just as well as steel if you are not. Do not so much as lift a finger against us, or you will find yourself with a new hole in your skull." The Argonian warned.
Ahnasha was the first to be bound, but even after her paralysis was dispelled, she did not resist. They were far outnumbered in close range with enemies armed with silver. Even if she took out one or two, there was no way she could best seven at once. Transforming wasn't a better option, since it took enough time that they could riddle her with crossbow bolts before she could take her werewolf form. Once the Breton was done tying her arms behind her back, he moved on to Fendros. Hopefully, they would have a better chance at escape later on.
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I kind of wish I could pick RISE, as it is one of my favorites, but I don't think it quite fits.
Actually, I take that back, Ssarak is now Batman.
Actually, I take that back, Ssarak is now Batman.
It's more for the message than the music.
Alaira is easy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFfS4p3Tl0k
And I will make a post involving dealing with Alaira's condition once I get a response from Ryonara.
And I will make a post involving dealing with Alaira's condition once I get a response from Ryonara.
Lucius Cypher said
For Tyrael, likely some remix version of a Disney song just so you get an idea of what kind of mood he sets. . Though in all seriousness, he's something of a more .Lucilia is classier, though still jaunty. But over time, gets more intense and powerful, all while unnoticed compared to more immediate concerns. Annabeth feels a bit of a jazzy type to me. A mind you, Annabeth is just chill and relaxed.Oi, another CS eh? I'll have to look over it, but I thought Grey was suppose to be your Golem Guinea pig?
For Tyrael, I think this fits perfectly: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIrLiFL9obo&list=UUSfoxYTlCPFfglckBLrjpsA
Given the range and visual obstructions, Fendros' arrow didn't quite hit the Redguard in the neck, but where it did hit was pretty much as good. The arrow impaled itself diagonally through his torso; a shot that was not necessarily instantly lethal, but was very likely to cause his death within a few minutes. Down in the courtyard, it was hard to tell exactly where they were aiming, but it was easy to tell that the arrows and spells coming from Ahnasha and Sabine's groups were aimed at the mercenaries, indicating that they had been successful.
On Vinaremo's flank, they had expected the skeletons to last longer, so they weren't quite prepared for the mercenaries sudden advance. One of his men ended up being bashed down by a tower shield and quickly run through with a silver spear. Their charge was only halted when Vinaremo fired two ice spikes into the flesh of the mercenary executing him, then blasted a wave of fire across the others, forcing them to halt and hide behind their shields for a moment. Most of the mercenaries were hiding safely behind the line of shield-bearers, waiting for them to advance close enough to charge, though there were some archers in the back trying to fire through the fog over their own forces.
While the two other cultists backed up to provide support from a distance, Vinaremo and Orskan held their positions on the right flank. "Orskan, do it!" Vinaremo shouted, looking to his friend with a nod.
As the shield-bearers once again started to advance, Orskan subtly made use of his own magic, reanimating both the slain cultist and the mercenary who killed him. With the mental link between them, he instructed the undead mercenary to guard the cultist while he struck from behind. At the same time, Vinaremo cast a shield spell, then conjured up a most interesting weapon: a bound two-handed katana. He stood in the stance of a practiced combatant with magicka pulsing through his being while he waited for his opportunity to strike. Meanwhile, Orskan used bursts of telekinetic energy to deflect any arrows that got to close and had a ward ready to block enemy spells.
On the pack's flank, the mercenaries were advancing in a similar manner, but Meesei's strategy to stop them was a bit different. She was no necromancer, but her knowledge of the forces of nature and the magic involved with it could sew chaos among the most organized ranks, specifically her knowledge of the element she was most attuned with: lightning. There were some, relatively unknown spells that she knew which she rarely had reason to use, but now was one of those times. The mercenaries raised their spears at her as she walked towards them, but stopped in their tracks once she activated her first spell. It was lightning form, which was like a combination between a shock shield spell and lightning cloak. Instead of surrounding her with lightning, it looked as if her flesh became lightning, even if that wasn't quite the case. The spell provided her with some protection against physical and lightning attacks, as well as sending out smaller arcs of electricity in a radius around her...not to mention that it made her appear like the electric-Argonian version of a flame atronach. Meesei ran at the shield line and, just before reaching the tips of their spears, made use of another old spell, bolt escape. It allowed her a form of short range teleportation in which she transferred herself straight through them in a bolt of lightning, then reappeared on the other side, which put her in range for her lightning form to minorly electrocute the enemies around her. Not only did the spell cause a fair amount of surprise, it also electrocuted those she passed through. While not strong enough to kill or seriously injure them, it was sudden enough to stun and drop them to the ground. She repeated the spell again to escape the mercenaries' lines, this time passing through the spearmen in front of Janius and Kaleeth. The majority of their enemy's front lines on their flank were now stunned on the ground for a few moments, which gave them the perfect opportunity to strike.
Unfortunately, even through the fog, The mercenary lieutenant was an observant and quick-reacting commander. For the right flank, he shouted out and warned his front line about the reanimated corpses behind them, then ordered ordered a few men to shift to that side, surround, and eliminate the thralls before they could be a threat. On the pack's flank, he directed the archers behind him to fire a volley in their direction, forcing them to block and evade long enough that they could not take advantage of the opening Meesei created before they recovered.
Back up on the hill, Ahnasha had been more liberal with her arrows than Fendros, since she could just summon up more when needed. It was difficult to aim accurately through the fog, but she managed to hit at least three archers in the back. It was hard to tell if the hits were lethal or not, but any hit from an arrow would be debilitating at least. She noticed how organized the mercenaries seemed to be, and more importantly, she could see why. Even from her position, she could hear the lieutenant shouting out his orders. As luck would have it, though, she and Fendros had a good line of sight on him.
"Fendros, you see that officer down there? It looks like he is directing them. We need to take him out. Get ready, and let's hit him with a volley together." She suggested.
On the other side of the battlefield, Mirisk too saw how effectively the lieutenant was leading. He glanced to Sabine beside him and pointed him out in the crowd. "We need to eliminate that one; he is directing them far too well. How accurate are you with that sling?"
On Vinaremo's flank, they had expected the skeletons to last longer, so they weren't quite prepared for the mercenaries sudden advance. One of his men ended up being bashed down by a tower shield and quickly run through with a silver spear. Their charge was only halted when Vinaremo fired two ice spikes into the flesh of the mercenary executing him, then blasted a wave of fire across the others, forcing them to halt and hide behind their shields for a moment. Most of the mercenaries were hiding safely behind the line of shield-bearers, waiting for them to advance close enough to charge, though there were some archers in the back trying to fire through the fog over their own forces.
While the two other cultists backed up to provide support from a distance, Vinaremo and Orskan held their positions on the right flank. "Orskan, do it!" Vinaremo shouted, looking to his friend with a nod.
As the shield-bearers once again started to advance, Orskan subtly made use of his own magic, reanimating both the slain cultist and the mercenary who killed him. With the mental link between them, he instructed the undead mercenary to guard the cultist while he struck from behind. At the same time, Vinaremo cast a shield spell, then conjured up a most interesting weapon: a bound two-handed katana. He stood in the stance of a practiced combatant with magicka pulsing through his being while he waited for his opportunity to strike. Meanwhile, Orskan used bursts of telekinetic energy to deflect any arrows that got to close and had a ward ready to block enemy spells.
On the pack's flank, the mercenaries were advancing in a similar manner, but Meesei's strategy to stop them was a bit different. She was no necromancer, but her knowledge of the forces of nature and the magic involved with it could sew chaos among the most organized ranks, specifically her knowledge of the element she was most attuned with: lightning. There were some, relatively unknown spells that she knew which she rarely had reason to use, but now was one of those times. The mercenaries raised their spears at her as she walked towards them, but stopped in their tracks once she activated her first spell. It was lightning form, which was like a combination between a shock shield spell and lightning cloak. Instead of surrounding her with lightning, it looked as if her flesh became lightning, even if that wasn't quite the case. The spell provided her with some protection against physical and lightning attacks, as well as sending out smaller arcs of electricity in a radius around her...not to mention that it made her appear like the electric-Argonian version of a flame atronach. Meesei ran at the shield line and, just before reaching the tips of their spears, made use of another old spell, bolt escape. It allowed her a form of short range teleportation in which she transferred herself straight through them in a bolt of lightning, then reappeared on the other side, which put her in range for her lightning form to minorly electrocute the enemies around her. Not only did the spell cause a fair amount of surprise, it also electrocuted those she passed through. While not strong enough to kill or seriously injure them, it was sudden enough to stun and drop them to the ground. She repeated the spell again to escape the mercenaries' lines, this time passing through the spearmen in front of Janius and Kaleeth. The majority of their enemy's front lines on their flank were now stunned on the ground for a few moments, which gave them the perfect opportunity to strike.
Unfortunately, even through the fog, The mercenary lieutenant was an observant and quick-reacting commander. For the right flank, he shouted out and warned his front line about the reanimated corpses behind them, then ordered ordered a few men to shift to that side, surround, and eliminate the thralls before they could be a threat. On the pack's flank, he directed the archers behind him to fire a volley in their direction, forcing them to block and evade long enough that they could not take advantage of the opening Meesei created before they recovered.
Back up on the hill, Ahnasha had been more liberal with her arrows than Fendros, since she could just summon up more when needed. It was difficult to aim accurately through the fog, but she managed to hit at least three archers in the back. It was hard to tell if the hits were lethal or not, but any hit from an arrow would be debilitating at least. She noticed how organized the mercenaries seemed to be, and more importantly, she could see why. Even from her position, she could hear the lieutenant shouting out his orders. As luck would have it, though, she and Fendros had a good line of sight on him.
"Fendros, you see that officer down there? It looks like he is directing them. We need to take him out. Get ready, and let's hit him with a volley together." She suggested.
On the other side of the battlefield, Mirisk too saw how effectively the lieutenant was leading. He glanced to Sabine beside him and pointed him out in the crowd. "We need to eliminate that one; he is directing them far too well. How accurate are you with that sling?"
So I posted and it didn't show up. Now I'm trying to decide whether or not to risk a double post and put it up again.
Browsing through miracleofsound's songs, I think I found one that fits Ssarak.
Fallenreaper said
Alright Yoshua171, I don't see any other concerns with it and it has my approval. And on a fun note: I've been browsing the OOCs of other rps and seen PCs having theme songs which have made me curious. With all the different characters and favor in Blood, I got to wondering what would your PCs's theme song be? Or even the theme song when it comes to relations or connects with others? I'll put up mine later.
I don't yet know what I would pick for Ssarak, but I know what I would pick for Darius: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpG4t54g2fk
I would have made that longer, but I need to get to bed. Goodnight.
And there are so many people I am going to end up needing to post fighting for. I may end up alternating.
And there are so many people I am going to end up needing to post fighting for. I may end up alternating.
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