Lorag ran just behind Janius and Kaleeth, so when they clashed with the enemy, he was right behind them to follow through. He rushed around Janius and delivered a heavy blow to the Orc's knee, which bent it backwards with a satisfying crunch. It was enough to give Janius the edge, so he quickly turned his attention to the next foe: an Argonian rogue trying desperately to scramble to his feet, who he promptly kicked back to the ground.
On Janius' other side, Kaleeth once again knocked an opponent to the ground, but was struck by another before she could follow through. The blade slashed across her shoulder and down her arm, but the wamasu scale armor proved its worth quite well. While a stabbing attack would have been more effective, the slash did not pierce through. She did receive a cut on the side of her elbow, as the joint was not armored, but it was not too deep. It was, however, painful due to the silver, so she instinctively raised her shield to protect herself and went entirely on the defensive.
Meesei had to stop for just a moment instead of charging with the others, as her magical exertions so far had been draining. Her lightning form finally dissipated as she reached into her satchel and produced once of Sabine's magicka potions, which she drank as quickly as possible. The archers in the back of the mercenaries' force were no longer a real issue, since they could not fire without risking hitting their own people. As such, Meesei rushed forward towards Kaleeth, who seemed in need of the most help.
The spellfire and stones being fired from the building Sabine and the others had captured were now directed closer to the mercenaries' front lines, which gave Vinaremo's group plenty of opportunity to strike. While the shield-bearers had to protect themselves from spells from multiple angles, Vinaremo and Orskan exchanged a glance and came to a silent agreement on how to proceed. Both of them charged alteration spells in their hands, then released powerful telekinetic blasts simultaneously. Instead of aiming straight forward, they were directed closer to the ground to sweep their frontline off of their feet, upon which Vinaremo gave the order to strike. He and Orskan both immolated the mercenaries with fire, while the other two cultists gave a barrage of ice and lightning. For the shield-bearers, the only way they would be getting back up would be as a reanimated corpse.
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With the spearman threatening Meesei dead, Kaleeth committed to a shield charge against the nearest shield-bearer to them. It was a Nord larger than herself, so naturally he was braced and ready to push back with his own shield, but he did not anticipate the sheer force with which she hit him. Kaleeth barreled over him and started smashing in his chest and head with her mace hard enough to bend steel. She was a surprising foe to face, but just as in training, she had a hard time reacting quickly enough to defend herself once she had committed to an attack. Fortunately, in this case, Lorag had been charging along with her and set his sights on the mercenary closest to her. He was the last shield-bearer on their flank, and Lorag struck him with a furious swing. Instead of completely dodging his spear, Lorag angled himself so that it deflected off of his chestpiece. Then, once the mercenary was sufficiently off-balance, he tackled him to the ground and finished him off by collapsing his skull.
It only took a few moments for Meesei to regain her bearings. They had broken the mercenaries' shield line, but that still left a decent number behind them. Many of them were confused without the direction of their commander, but they were outnumbered, and it would not be long before they tried to rush. Meesei, however, could introduce a bit more chaos into their ranks. Lightning pulsed around around her as she charged her spell, which she released in the form of a seemingly massive lightning storm in a cone in front of her. It looked exceptionally intimidating, but given the wide area it covered, it wasn't as strong as a normal lightning bolt. There was no way for it to be lethal to a person, but it would be painful and could stun most of the hostiles in front of her. Anyone in a full suit of metal armor would be unaffected, as the electricity would flow through the suit instead of the wearer, but most of them were not wearing complete suits of armor. Many simply had plates covering important areas, while some of their armor was not metal at all.
"Quickly, charge while they are stunned. Janius, Kaleeth, take the lead." Meesei ordered, as they were the ones with shields. "Stick close together."
Ahnasha and Fendros were led away from the village with blades pressed against their backs, and if they were not capable of killing them, then the crossbowmen would certainly finish the job. Ahnasha looked desperately for a way out but she could see none at the moment. Perhaps once they reached the wagon, they would have a chance. After all, they still didn't know that they were lycans.
Just outside the town, there were three wagons with even more guards, who were quick to usher the pair into the one in the middle. Almost as soon as they were forced into their seats, their rope bindings were replaced with chains and wrist irons. Those wouldn't prove an issue for their werewolf forms, but they still needed an opportunity to turn safely. The apparent leader of the group rushed his employees to leave, then joined them in the middle carriage with a selection of his guards. They left with haste, but the Argonian leader still seemed concerned about his new prisoners. He looked to the Breton mage who originally paralyzed them and gave him a nod. "I'd prefer it if these two weren't conscious. Can you deal with that?"
"Of course, sir." The Breton responded, reaching across the carriage and pressing his hand to Ahnasha's forehead. She considered resisting, but she quickly lost that option once he cast his spell. Over the course of about a minute, he drained her stamina to the point that she could no longer keep herself awake. As strong as she wanted to appear, she gave Fendros one last fearful expression before falling into a deep sleep, upon which the mage moved on to him.
It only took a few moments for Meesei to regain her bearings. They had broken the mercenaries' shield line, but that still left a decent number behind them. Many of them were confused without the direction of their commander, but they were outnumbered, and it would not be long before they tried to rush. Meesei, however, could introduce a bit more chaos into their ranks. Lightning pulsed around around her as she charged her spell, which she released in the form of a seemingly massive lightning storm in a cone in front of her. It looked exceptionally intimidating, but given the wide area it covered, it wasn't as strong as a normal lightning bolt. There was no way for it to be lethal to a person, but it would be painful and could stun most of the hostiles in front of her. Anyone in a full suit of metal armor would be unaffected, as the electricity would flow through the suit instead of the wearer, but most of them were not wearing complete suits of armor. Many simply had plates covering important areas, while some of their armor was not metal at all.
"Quickly, charge while they are stunned. Janius, Kaleeth, take the lead." Meesei ordered, as they were the ones with shields. "Stick close together."
Ahnasha and Fendros were led away from the village with blades pressed against their backs, and if they were not capable of killing them, then the crossbowmen would certainly finish the job. Ahnasha looked desperately for a way out but she could see none at the moment. Perhaps once they reached the wagon, they would have a chance. After all, they still didn't know that they were lycans.
Just outside the town, there were three wagons with even more guards, who were quick to usher the pair into the one in the middle. Almost as soon as they were forced into their seats, their rope bindings were replaced with chains and wrist irons. Those wouldn't prove an issue for their werewolf forms, but they still needed an opportunity to turn safely. The apparent leader of the group rushed his employees to leave, then joined them in the middle carriage with a selection of his guards. They left with haste, but the Argonian leader still seemed concerned about his new prisoners. He looked to the Breton mage who originally paralyzed them and gave him a nod. "I'd prefer it if these two weren't conscious. Can you deal with that?"
"Of course, sir." The Breton responded, reaching across the carriage and pressing his hand to Ahnasha's forehead. She considered resisting, but she quickly lost that option once he cast his spell. Over the course of about a minute, he drained her stamina to the point that she could no longer keep herself awake. As strong as she wanted to appear, she gave Fendros one last fearful expression before falling into a deep sleep, upon which the mage moved on to him.
Yeah, I didn't realize that was the pad we made when I used it.
I also ended up backing up the RP
I also ended up backing up the RP
The site seems to be working now. We need to find a way to be able to talk when it goes down. Do you still have that titanpad I linked you?
Nice, the site actually works. Fallen, would you like to make that post for Lyn before I respond. Ssarak will need that rune.
"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.
"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.
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
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