Scaycus lonely walked along the allys of the Imperial City. He was making his way to the riot to see if he could find anything of interest. He kept his face low and his hand tightly griped to his sword, feeling along the cold silver handle. Keeping along the edges of the main fighting, he was keeping an eye out for anyone peculiar. He kept up a small pattern along the buildings into the center. He was close to the center when he heard a peircing scream from a building top. Quikly he had his crossbow out and loaded and his sword up and ready in the other. he dashed swiftly to the building and jumped up to the stairs.

Upon reaching the top he saw two bloodseekers closing in on a woman who had the apearance of a magic user. He ran towards the bloodseekers, knocking in between them he let loose bolt towards the woman. It was a clumsy shot and despite his skill, missed his mark.

Seeing it a good time to take it up close with his sword, he took it up and took a strong swing down on the woman.

OOC: Lot's of questions and confusion.

Wednesday may have been a little uber on that part but I talked to her about it. Don't worry. PM me if it's really a problem. Wednesday has a tendency to be a little uber most of the time.

FYI, Jentina was killing people on the stage. Also, this is taking place in an unamed district, I haven't decided. Since Darkom has brought up a good point though, I will most likely end this scenario quickly and try to make our focus more political. I think we're getting a little bit too PvP focused right now.

Agreed, again Darkom. I should have noticed this earlier and addressed it. Ringman, please add more detail into your posts. A lot more. Honestly right now you are just pretty much narrating.

P.S.
I'll get you out of that rut Darkom. That was my intention. I was going to go there first but then I realized Northern wasn't being very active and that wouldn't have been good. I'll post and IC addition later. Thanks, guys. Oh and let me know if anyone knows anything about Northern, he hasn't posted since the beginning.

When she drew her sword, she noticed that not only was he staring at her drawn weapon, he was checking out her body. She purposely did a little shrug as she spoke, causing her briasts to bounce just an itsy bit; even in a fight, she wasn't shy of using her body as an advantage. Her first swing hit successfully ? driving the sword through his upper body and cutting it through, deep as she could go. The man stumbled back. She figured he was a little 'dazed' from her 'shrug,' and his head wasn't in the game. Regardless if he was, she was better at it than him and she was sure of it.

Her eyes narrowed as his body language gave him away..he was ready to run away. That levitation spell coming into play again, she lifted herself into the air and over his body, landing with her back facing him. Her knees bending for a second as she hit the ground, she quickly spun on her foot and went back at him. Her sword lifted to the side, slashing vertically at his chest again. The sounds of the clashing metal ensued, as she viciously swung at the man, rage-filled screams emerging from her throat as she hacked at him.

Her attempts were fruitless, however, as he blocked every swing she shot his way. She stopped momentarily, flipping the hair out of her face and catching her breath. A bead of sweat ran down from her forehead, slipping over her nose and down her lips. "Not that bad.." She took a breath, grinning at him. "This should be fun.." She tilted her sword, aiming it directly at him. She charged at his form, only for him to deflect her sword, causing her form to spin around. Keeping her momentum, she spun herself completely around, and crashed her sword into his when she came back around.

After all that time, he finally cried out for his allies. She caught her breath, her head tilting and letting her hair fallout from in front of her face once again. "What's the matter? I thought we were having fun..tisk tisk." That's when two blood seekers ran in front of him, and the other man took off.

"See you around, witch." Faolin said, winking at her. He put up a weak smile, his chest was extremely painful, "I've got places to go and people to see."

Her angered eyes shot daggers at him as he left. She said nothing, and returned her attention to the Blood Seekers before her; she knew she had a problem at this point. The two cloaked men closed in on her, one of their fists connecting to her face. Her face jerking to the side, blood pouring from her lips at this point, Jentina took a second to recover and then looked back to them with dangerous stares. That tongue lapped up the blood from the side of her mouth, a chuckle coming from her. The next hit she took was a kick right to her stomach, sending her back a few feet ? her upper body fell forward from the hit, and she did her best to recover quickly even though the wind was just knocked out of her.

As if two wasn't enough, another man came with an incredibly unsteady hand and shot a bolt at her. The bolt whizzed by her ear. She quickly lifted her head up, just in time to bring her sword up and block the sword coming down at her. Using her leg strength, she lifted up his sword and pushed it in the other direction. The three of them were coming at her now. Gritting her teeth, she threw her open hand up and shot a bolt of lightning at the one Blood Seeker's chest, causing him to fly off of the side of the roof.

The third Blood Seeker swung at her again [instantdeath, sorry for the automove. Just need it.] ; she blocked his sword, but that left her open for the second Blood Seeker to charge her and hit her in the side of the head with the butt of his sword. She yelped, and lost her footing on the roof. The sword in her hand dropping, Jentina's body fell over the edge and she dropped, hitting the lower roof below the one she was on. The hit was bad, but not enough to kill her. The impact caused the rooftop to crack and slide off of the edge, into the empty and burning street.

After moving through the silent streets of the Imperial City, the servant spotted the Talos Inn. He could see smoke rising from another part of the city, but could not determine where exactly it was coming from. The whole city was much different to the servant, that he had known before, but did not let it bother him to much. His life of a servant, was not the best under Hermann at times. But it was much better, than what he had been doing in the past; such as killing rats and living in unoccupied caves. That was, until Hermann on a lone trip came across the man and put him up out of kindness and pity. But that was behind the servant now, and he did not think of it anymore. He put his mind back on the task at hand, finding out what was happening inside the city; and what was happening with fellow vampire kin.

"Excuse me miss." The servant said walking up to the counter of the inn. She looked at him with a smile, her Imperial face was pale, and she looked tired but happy.

"Yes, how may I help you tonight sir? We have some rooms, but they are a bit high in Septims." The woman said with a smile. "It's probably best you stay indoors for the time, the riots have seemed to gotten a bit out of hand."

"What do you mean by that?" The servant asked placing both hands side by side on the counter. His hands were pale, thin, and nails long which was much different from his 'face' which was more for a better term, 'alive' and humanly mortal.

"Oh you have not heard sir? There has been a riot in a part of the city, and many have been injured and killed I'm afraid to say. We've just been getting word by some who saw it happen. Others, well I'm not sure really." The woman said standing up from her seat, and placing a large book with many pages and a thick binding, in front of the servant. "So what kind of room would you prefer?"

"First tell me more of these riots. What people were involved? How many are hurt?" The servant asked with a face of remorse and sadness. He was good at lying and it was something, which Hermann appreciated about him as a servant.

"Oh I'm not sure. But the rioters, just seemed to have been normal every day people. Bloodseekers, they fired on the crowd from what I understand. That man over there can tell you more." The woman said pointing over to a single table, with a cloaked man sitting alone. His face was all human, and the servant knew he was no vampire or other creature of the night.

"Thank you miss." The servant said dropping his head slightly with a smile, before walking over to the table with the lone man. The servant could tell, that the man was shocked from the riots, and his face had that of pure fear and terror. "Excuse me sir, but I hear your one of the people from the riots?"

"Yes." The man said looking down at his cup of ale. "Yes I was, but I don't want to speak about it."

"Please, what can you tell me about the Bloodseekers, and what happened with them and the rioters." The servant asked sitting across from the man who looked up, his eyes almost ready to cry as he took a gulp of his ale. "If you tell me, I can have those responsible put to death." The servant added, cracking a fake smile. He tried making the man as comfortable as he could, but it didn't seem to work as well as the ale made him.

"Alright. But I doubt, that you will be able to put away almost twenty or so Bloodseekers." The man said taking another gulp before motioning for another ale. The woman who had spoken with the servant earlier smiled as she brought over another, looking at the servant. He didn't say a word, but put up his hand; not wanting anything to drink. "It was horrible. I'm sure that others will tell you the same, but they're all still probably there laying dead or wounded on the streets. I was lucky, and got away through a alleyway. But before that, the Bloodseekers took the whole thing farther than it should have. They fired their arrows at us. Not one that I saw had a face of remorse or sadness as they fired arrow after arrow at us."

"It's alright, the Bloodseekers will be brought to justice about what they have done. What other information can you give me? Were there any fights between Bloodseeker and citizen?" The servant asked sitting back in his chair.

"Not really, but before I fled the area; there was a woman shooting bolts of lighting or fire from her hands. She was possibly a witch, but I can't be sure about it. It all happened so fast. She was wounded, but still fought off the Bloodseekers who attacked. I hope to Talos she is alright, but I don't have much hope for her against how ever many Bloodseekers there were." The man said taking another gulp from his new ale. The servant nodded and thought about this woman, he would have to seek her out quickly, that is if she was still alive. And ask her, by any means necessary.

"Thank you sir, I will let you drink in peace. I hope you find yourself well enough for tomorrow. And hopefully well enough to help bring these Bloodseekers to justice." The servant said getting up from his chair, and walking back to the main door. "I will try and find this woman you spoke about, hopefully she can help me as well. Thank you." The man just raised his ale, and sunk his head as the vampire walked back out the door; and into the streets. A light breeze came through, and blew through the dark cloak the servant was wearing. He looked around, finding smoke rising once again from the same place. He would start his search for the woman in the riot area. It was his only shot, and his only lead he had for his master who was still waiting back at the castle; curious and pondering what had happened.

OOC: Time for my OP, Guy Fawkes style...
IC:

The sewers were damp and the odour was foul. Rats were scurrying around everywhere, gnawing on corpses of those thrown in here to die. Maelus strode on the moss-ridden excuse of a path, towards where most of the noise was taking place. He could hear arrows flying above the ground, and screams of innocent civilians. Barbaric. He scowled at how they killed dozens, maybe hundreds for merely objecting against the Mage's Guild, or Blood Seekers to be exact. He glanced at the three necromancers behind him, holding the balls of concentrated magicka. They would explode when he willed it - lots of precious black soul gems were used in the making of these. "Hurry up will you?" he spat at the novices. They were all in their traditional Necromancer robes, as this would be a special occasion. Their plot was to cause an explosion of magicka, magicka that woulden't wreak the bodies no, just kill them. Then, they would go to the surface, and raise them as the Necromancer's own zombie army. Almost flawless, if it wasn't for the recent patrols in the sewers. Maelus and his companions had a minor chameleon spell on them, but a mage could easily penetrate the spell. Maelus glanced at the landmark; the dead wolf skeleton. They were almost there, right in the middle of the riot. Yet in the distance, he could hear the patter of armored feet. "Run!" he whispered to his men, and they broke into a sprint.

Maelus noticed the second-to-last landmark, a skeleton holding a crate. "We're almost there" he whispered, running onwards still. They could still hear the footsteps, now faster; they had been spotted. After turning many corners, quickly executing rats and avoiding goblins, they reached the spot. The last landmark was the symbol of Mannimacro, which had been pained by the team of necromancers who planned this out. Well, Maelus' men that is. "Marth, Ren, you put the black soul bombs in there, me and Herrod will guard you," The necromancers nodded and got to work, placing the black balls of magicka in a pipe going up the wall. Here was where they could hear the climix of the battle, swords clashing, men screaming, and the smashing of shields. Maelus just wished he could go up there and join in the slaughter, but he would do more damage here. Suddenly, the footsteps that were following them were literally round the corner, and half a dozen Imperial Legionnaires marched towards them. Bugger.

"Stop, in the name of the law!" the captain shouted, the hair on his helmet stained with goblin blood. "Put down those black...things, and drop your weapons,".
"Come get them," Maelus snarled, and summoned a skeleton from a corpse long dead in this tunnel. The bony thing retrieved its ancient, rusty sword and shield, then took it's place by its master. "Keep putting them in!" he yelled to the two necromancers behind him. He was replied with a "Yes sir!" as they started to finish putting them in the pipes. If we can hold them for a few more minutes...

"We gave you a chance, bastard. Stendarr take you!" the captain yelled, and he, plus his men, charged at the necromancers. The skeleton charged as well, locking in combat with two of the guardsmen. That left four of them, so Maelus threw a ball of paralysis at one, stunning him. Herrod, the other Necromancer, threw a ball of fire at one, but the guardsman blocked it with his shield. Maelus swore under his breath. Hurry up. Maelus conjured up a Daedric short sword, but it wouldn't last long. He slashed at the first guard who got to him, ripping through his shield. The man jumped back, and charged with a sliver longsword. The blades clashed, but Maelus was no good at swordplay. He pushed the silver blade as far as it could go with his short sword, and with his spare hand, drew his silver dagger. he plunged it into the guard's heart, causing him to fall backwards, bleeding. He was replaced by another - the one he previously hit with paralysis. He swung his short sword at his. but the guard sidestepped and hacked at Maelus' leg. The Imperial screamed in pain, and lunged at the guard with his dagger. It wounded the guard, but it merely made him stagger back. Maelus quickly eased the pain in his leg, and raised the dead guard as a minion of his own. The body dropped it's weapons - zombies couldn't use them - and removed its helmet. Zombies used their teeth as a weapon, as well as claws, so it removed its gauntlets too. It's hands and teeth were now razor sharp, and bloodthirsty. It staggered towards the injured guard, and burrowed it's teeth into the guard's neck. The skeleton had slain one guard, but the the magicka it was using to survive faded, and it crumbled into a pile of bones. Herrod had slain a guard too, a quick burst of fire to the man's head had burnt away all in it's path. Now they were even, two versus two. The captain charged at Maelus, screaming a battle prayer. Your gods won't help you now. Maelus began to summon a ball of flame, but was knocked backwards in mid-process. He tried to rise up, but the captain stepped on him. "Where's your walking corpses now?" the captain laughed, glancing at the zombie who had collapsed; Maelus hadn't put enough magicka in his resurrection spell. But he hadn't failed yet, gods no. He chuckled a little, as he gripped the short sword in his hand. He brought it up to stab the captain's leg, but it suddenly vanished into red dust. "You rely too much on magic," chuckled the captain, spitting on Maelus. In the corner of his eye, Maelus saw Herrod fall down, dead, and the Necromancers behind his splash onto the wet floor too. Suddenly, the captain brought his steel boot onto Maelus' face, and before he drifted into unconsciousness, he heard the captain mutter; "Another victory for the Nine." It's not over yet...

OOC: I'll wait a little before waking up in a prison. Is that okay with you OP?

OOC: It doesn't matter to me. =)

IC:

Faolin leaped from rooftop to rooftop, and thankfully, he could still see the downed vampire in the distance. Less than a minute passed, and he stopped on an adjacent rooftop. He could still hear the witch and the Bloodseekers battling behind them. He had also seen the strange man come from randomness to help the Bloodseekers. He would have to thank this man later.

Faolin stopped and caught his breath for a second. Then he realized, the vampire on the ground was looking at something. Something right in front of it. Faolin pulled his crossbow out and held it tight to his shoulder, looking down the sights. The weakened vampire still had Faolin's bolt stuck in his leg, and from the look of it, he was pretty much unable to defend himself right now. However, Faolin sensed another presence. Something Invisible? he thought.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" Faolin yelled into the empty air. He couldn't help but shake the feeling he was talking to himself. "If you are darkspawn then surrender or stand and fight!"

Yes, something is there. Something right in front of the vampire. I can see the light bending slightly. Faolin tensed up slightly and put pressure on the trigger. Here we go again...

Martin was right there in front of the bloodseeker just watching him while he looks at him down the sights of his weapon.


"I suggest you will leave" said martin

"I will do no such thing vampire" yelled the man

Martin watched as the man pulled the trigger of his crossbow and the bolt went flying out aiming right for martins head. The bolt was stopped by martins hand catching it right before it hit him the man was astonished at this but as soon as he realized that martin was coming closer and closer he tried to load the crossbow again but it was to late martin kicked the man and sent him flying back. He quickly ran to his downed brethren and picked him up.

Martin was half way down the street when the man got right back on his tail with his sword unsheathed?.

OOC: Ringman, where are you? You're post is not very clear, sorry, but it sounds like you are in the same place as me. I'll go ahead and post just in case you weren't there, and then edit it if you were. In any case, you kind of jumped right into my playing field and hit the ball back that Blue just sent directly my way. I'm not sure what you just did, but I don't think I like it...


IC: Maglir's eye's grew worried as his vampiric associate gave no response, his red eyes staring off into the distance behind the Bosmer. Maglir withdrew his hand, and was about to attempt and heal the man when a steady voice sounded behind him.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" It was a Bloodseeker. Maglir immediately withdrew his pale features back into the shimmering fade of his vampiric magic. "If you are darkspawn then surrender or stand and fight!"

He turned around, ever so slowly, and sized up the Imperial across from him. It was most definitely a Bloodseeker; the distinctive armor and tattered cape affirming the man's tone. More alarming than his profession, Maglir found himself staring right down the shaft of a loaded crossbow.

The vampire's spell flickered, but he quickly brought it back under control, 'This is probably the only thing keeping me alive right now.' He looked away from the man's serious brown eyes, down to the fallen vampire beside him, 'If I leave him I could escape, easily. But they will surely torture and kill him if I do...'

The Bosmer wrestled with the problem in his mind, then quickly jumped to a solution when he saw the Imperials' finger tighten on the trigger. He retrieved three rose seeds from his pouch, and slowly crouched to the ground. He retrieved the silken top hat from his dark head and placed the seeds within, his invisible eyes focused on the Bloodseeker the entire time.

Then, in one fluid motion, the vampire threw his hat into the air before the Imperial, dispelling the invisibility on it. He envisioned his spell, drew deeper into the well of magic within him, and turned the seeds into a cloud of rose petals, still within the hat. He swiftly picked up his fallen companion and threw his limp body over his shoulder. His spell took its final effect, destroying the hat from within, and scattering velvety red petals everywhere, obscuring the Bloodseeker's view of the Bosmer.

Maglir dismissed the invisibility magic on himself and quickly jumped off the rooftop, into the streets below. He never looked back to see if the Imperial fell to his ruse, keeping his focus on the fast approaching ground beneath him. He landed heavily on his feet, but wasted no time sprinting off through the alleyways to the nearest manhole cover. He dropped in to the subterranean passageway, easily lifting the Nord off his shoulder and onto the grimy stone. He shook him for a moment, then gave up on the unconciouss man, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.

His fellow vampire safe, Maglir decided it was time to see what all the commotion was in the city, for he could tell already he was not the only one having an exciting night. After all, Ferin Dren told them to keep a lookout for any allies to the cause, and if there was violence in the city, that meant someone was fighting the Bloodseekers. 'Time for me to find out who these someones are...' He thought ruefully, sprinting through the streets at an inhuman speed.

OOC: Ringman, obviously you have not RPed before. You also must have no idea what is going on. Controlling characters is not allowed and your last post will not be part of this RP. One more chance Ringman, and then you're out. You need to straighten out your grammar and spelling, as well as detail. Not picking on you or trying to be mean, but come on man.

IC:

Faolin grew even more tense, not knowing what to expect.

Then, a hat appeared. Faolin squeezed the trigger reflexively, hitting the hat directly in the middle. Had that been the vampire's head, Faolin would have another kill count. Rose petals obstructed most of his view but he was able to pick out a figure in the distance. The vampire was already on street level, high-tailing it. Faolin set another bolt and dashed through the falling petals. Just as he approached the edge of the roof, the vampire was already ducking into a manhole.

Damn. Faolin knew what to do next. He pulled a horn off of his belt by his side. It was a horn specially designed for the Bloodseekers. This battle was pointless. Faolin put the horn to his lips and blew as loud as he could. The sound bounced off of every wall, echoing through every passage. It was time for retreat.

OOC: Sorry if I ruined your plans, Strangelove. I realized I may have interrupted what you were planning after I read some past posts. PM me if it's serious.

OOC: No, you haven't ruined any plans. In fact, you've probably made them easier on me? We'll see though. I won't post until Wednesday posts something about Jentina, giving me an idea about her character and what's going on there. Until then, I'll just see what you all do and if you need something, just PM me if something needs done. I'll be waiting for Wednesdays next post.

Maelus awoke a little later to the sound of a horn. Wh-what? As his eyes widened, he noticed he was been dragged in mucky sewer water. He peered at his captor - it wore bones as armor and carried a stone club. A Goblin. The guards must have left him there, after they confiscated the black soul bombs. The bombs! The detonator for them was a mental spell, one only he and his peers could do. He shut his eyes, and did the hand signs required. Nothing. The guards have either destroyed them, or locked them someplace. They were fools for leaving him to the goblins, and suddenly he realized he had stopped. The goblin dropped his legs and turned to him. He babbled something in his native tongue, and turned around. He scampered down the tunnel, as more footsteps came. Maelus peered upwards, and saw a goblin, dressed in ragged robes and wielding a staff, flanked by two goblins in rusted iron armor, far too big for them. Not just any iron armor, Imperial armor. The same armor of those who had killed his comrades. Maelus found comfort in knowing the bastards who had slain his men were dead. Maelus saw a fire behind the goblins, and a fourth walked forwards. He was in the captain's armor, which was Imperial Watch armor. The shaman babbled something to his men, and the three warriors stepped forwards.They drew their weapons, simple rusted axes; Maelus knew this was a challenge. Slowly, Maelus got up, and drew his silver dagger. "Bring it."

The goblin lackeys charged first. Their fighting stance was all wrong, and they managed to trip over each other. Pathetic. Maelus grinned and threw down a bolt of lightning at one, so as a thousand volts ran through the goblin, it turned over, then died. Angered by the death of its comrade, the goblin ran in a berserk rage towards Maelus. It sung his axe, but Maelus was too quick. he sidestepped. and placed his hand on the goblin's chest, setting the beast alight with fire. Screaming, the beast ran down the sewer, before falling down somewhere in the distance. Welcoming the smell of burnt corpses, Maelus casted a re-animation spell on the two goblins. they arose as his own minions, ready to defend him. The remaining, burly goblin roared in a deep voice. Strangely, this goblin appeared to be bigger and more muscled than his skinny counterparts. The beast leapt at one of Maelus' minions, his massive two handed axe ripping it in half. Bugger. Maelus jumped back, and cast a fire spell at the beast. The giant goblin just grabbed the necromancer's other minion, which was confused with the speed of it all, and threw it at Maelus. Before it collided, Maelus sidestepped, and got to work an a massive ball of flame. The beast noticed what he was doing, and charged again at Maelus. But Maelus was prepared this time, and the ball of flame was ready. It was about half the size of the beast, but was double the power it could muster. He launched it at the beast, which just rumbled to ash in mid air. Collapsing to his knees, Maelus panted in exhaustion. That last spell had drained him dearly, any more powerful spells would kill him. He heard the shaman, at the end, cackle.

The shaman cackled something in it's own language, before stamping it's feet. It wanted Maelus to rise, and have a fight to the death. But Maelus was too drained, another battle could kill him. Quickly, Maelus summoned a weak skeleton to distract the shaman, and ran. Screaming, the shaman made quick work of the skeleton, and chased after Maelus. Cursing, Maelus cast a feather spell on himself, that was the last spell he could do before collapsing; at this moment. The shaman fired many bolts of lighting from his staff, but they just went past Maelus. After the feather spell, Maelus could outrun the shaman, so he leapt on the nearest ladder. He climbed upwards, narrowly dodging the spells the shaman launched at him. Not turning back, Maelus finally reached the roof of the sewer, and opened the grate. He threw off his necromancer robes, and was now in his green, middle class clothing. He peered his head up, and climbed out - into the middle of a riot.

OOC: Im a bit lost with the situation above, can someone gimme a summary?

OOC: I don't know but I'm glad you're finally finished with the tutorial Fang. =p

Anywho, I'm probably going to make another narrative post soon, so everyone try to get one last post in summing up the riot.

ooc; blue I have been a good number of RPs but I havent been playing oblivion in about 2 years witch means I cant remember What the imprieal city looks like well kinda but its rusty and most of the RPs ive been in have alot of character control so sorry ill try to sim up things

OOC: Ringman, I don't mean to flame, but your grammar and vocabulary are awful. You heard of commas? Please use them, and all the others you should have learnt in Primary school. Please just improve it, I've seen 6 year olds write better.

[ OOC : Mkay guys, I think he gets it. Let's stop bashing on him now. Oh by the way, my post is shorter so I can speed things up with Strangelove ]



Her hands moved to her sides, and she slowly pulled herself up from the roof. She stumbled forward a little bit, but regained her composure. She felt like someone had just hit her in the head with a staff half-a-million times, and she was sore in almost every part of her body. A small flow of blood was moving down the side of her face, originating from the top of her forehead; her lips were broken and bloody as well. Her heart was beating at racing speeds, and her anger caused her hands to shake uncontrollably but she knew in her mind that she had to save this vendetta for later. A small movement of her neck flipped her hair, and then she hopped down from the rooftop, landing in a squatting position as she came in contact with the stone floor.

Lifting herself up from the floor, she then made her way towards a dark alley where she could heal in peace; in a little while at least, she was literally drained of her magicka and she was going to need a little while to heal herself. The shadows concealed her form as she walked deeper into the alleyway. It was quiet, almost too quiet, but she figured she could deal with whatever rats came her way. She found a spot beside a large crate to 'hide' herself from the rest of the chaos. Her back rested against the cold stone of the house, her eyes shutting.

OOC:



In regards to the bolded part, are we using in-game Imperial City, or lore-based Imperial City?



Obviously you do mean to flame then, with that kind of statement..... Let's keep this civil folks, it's just internet roleplaying after all.

IC:

Lliryn

THe old mer could hardly believe how fast the situation dissolved in front of him, as full out rioting began, with most people screaming and trying to get away, while small groups drew concealed weapons or picked make-shift weapons off the ground and began defending themselves as the Bloodseekers fanned out, cutting down anybody who defied them. The Necromancer, who was one of the most sadistic people he knew, couldn't get over the fact that the Bloodseekers were bold enough to do something like this. As the riot began spilling into alleys and moving outwards, he muttered a spell under his breath and felt a "wet" sensation cover him, and he looked down to see the outline of his arm that was the same color as the area around him. He left the alley way, not wishing to become prey to thugs, or worse, the Bloodseekers and began making his way away from the riot, trying to get out of the city.

He made his way along the walls of the stores, a destruction spell on the tip of his tongue for anyone who wanted to attack him on his way out. As he walked longer, he realized that not everybody was "normal" in the district, as shouts of "Vampire!" echoed out around him, and he realized that they were probably causing the most havoc amongst the people. As he picked up his walking pace, he rounded a corner to walk down a short alley way, and jumped back slightly as loud footsteps were near and a form came running towards him, seemingly. Lliryn prepared his spell, feeling the crackling energy of lightning in his palm but a second before he was going to release it, the form stopped, opened up what must have been a manhole cover and dropped from sight, causing the Necromancer to exhale deeply and dispel the built up energy.

He started making his way past the sewer opening, keeping a close eye to make sure the form didn't spring up at him. He froze as he heard rustling above him, and he turned his head slowly, knowing the more movement he made with a chameleon spell, the more the light bent and the easier he was to see. He looked up, just in time to see in the dim light, a man bring a horn to his lips and blow a long, echoing note that bounced off the dirty stone wall around him.

Though the light was dim, he could make out the deep red cloak and by putting two and two together, he knew that this man or mer would have no problem killing Lliryn if he had the chance. The Necromancer had the urge to burn the man where he stood but that horn would probably draw more of his friends and Lliryn did not want a battle against these men. Not now anyways.

So he stood still, hoping the man couldn't see him while preparing a strong defensive shield for any projectiles the man would want to shoot his way.

OOC: Okay, guys leave Ringman alone, he only needed to hear it from me.

@Blade, really I don't know. I think it's best if we just use the Oblivion IC. Lets just say we're in an imaginary district right now.

Imperial City, Dawn

A horn was sounded in the distance. The Bloodseekers slowly backed away one by one, the civilians too tired to pursue them. Eventually the Imperial City was rid of battle. It was left a quiet, gory mess.

Rosewood sat with Kane in Bloodseeker camp near Imperial City. It was eerily quiet, the sound of battle in the distance had stopped.

"I presume Faolin blew the retreat horn?" Kane asked.

"Most likely." Rosewood replied, looking off into the distance.

"Well? what's our next move sir?" Kane said quietly. He could sense the anger in Rosewood. Rosewood gripped his cane tightly, the tendons in his hands poking through his fragile skin.

"We make them pay for today, Kane. We make them pay." Rosewood said softly.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I'll make a longer one next.

As the sun began to rise lightly over the hills and mountains, the servant placed the hood over his head, and covered all skin that might be visible to the sunlight. It was not impossible for a vampire to walk during the day, but it was not wise all the same. The smell of blood and death was all around as the servant moved through the alleyways and side streets. He could see that the massacre had been quite violent and bloody, something he enjoyed very much. But it was not the bodies of the dead, or the dried coagulating blood which caught the servants eye; it was a woman who sat alone. She was pale looking, and had blood on her face and clothes. The vampire thought for a moment, wondering if she was dead or alive. She did not seem to be breathing, but it could have all just been a ploy for someone to try and pick pocket her, so she could kill them possibly.

The servant moved silently over to her, his footsteps so light they hardly made a sound to those without increased senses. Not soon after, his cloaked shadow stood towering over the woman who was certainly alive. He looked her over, making sure if she did try anything; he could make a quick escape and possibly defend himself if need be. The woman was very beautiful, but the servant didn't care much for beauty these days. His life as a servant was all he really needed anymore.

"Excuse me miss?" The servant said holding out his hand, and brushing some of her hair away from her face. He looked at her again, he could tell she was wounded, and the sound of her heart beat was loud. She had most likely been the one the man in the inn had spoken about, but the servant was still unsure. "Excuse me miss? Are you the one who killed those Bloodseekers?" The servant added, trying to see if she would awake. He was not in the mood to have to carry someone across his shoulder, and all the way to some inn. He wanted answers, and hopefully this woman could assist him.

Maelus just stood there, in the middle of the corpse ridden street. He had missed all the action, and could only despise how messily the Bloodseekers dispatched the civilians. they were supposed to be professional, but there were limbs and chunks of gore everywhere. If he wasn't so drained on magicka, Maelus would have resurrected them as zombie minions, and kill a few hundred people. But the fight against that goblin berserker had drained him, so he could only imagine what damage he could do. He saw a few people running, dragging the bodies into alleyways, most likely robbing them. He saw a man who was cloaked and covered, yet that was unnatural on such a hot day like this. Could he be a...

He didn't even think of the next word. He could almost sense the man was unnatural, perhaps a vampire. Slowly, he stepped towards the man huddled over a woman, talking to her. He thought what he was going to say for a moment, before coughing a little. "Excuse me sir, can you tell me which direction the Bloodseekers ran to?"
He knew where they fled to, one of their many hidden camps near the Imperial City. But he wanted to spark conversation with the man, a vampire could prove a powerful ally. He had faced them before, even had some who were friends of his. If offered, he would most likely accept the Dark Gift, the power it brought was just amazing for a man like he is.

OOC: To Maelus, it is a little obvious the man is a vampire, he's wearing thick clothes on a hot summers day, after a Bloodseeker riot, who were vampire slayers. Sorry if it breaks any rules though.

She took a breath, and she took it deep. She closed her eyes, relaxing her body even if it was for a minute. Through the silence, her magicka-enhanced senses could hear somebody approaching. A silver dagger was pulled from her garner sheath and she held it near her, just waiting for the right moment to strike. The sunlight was suddenly blocked by a cloaked figure that stood over her form; she hadn't the strength to stand up or exactly fight at this point, but she would if needed be.

"Excuse me miss?"

Her green orbs looked up to his dark figure, her kohl-lined eyes narrowing dangerously. His finger graced her cheek, moving a wavy lock away from her face. The hidden knife was gripped tighter at this point, and should he give any bad signs, she'd pounce on him and go in for the kill.

"Excuse me miss?" He said again. His wording confused her; wasn't he going in to kill her? "Are you the one who killed those Bloodseekers?"

She grinned softly and looked back up into the man's eyes. "Mm, yes. And if you're going to attack me I'd certainly think twice." Still making eye contact with him, her arm outstretched and she pointed to the street, where dozens of cloaked Blood Seekers lay stranded in their own pools of blood. She picked herself up off of the ground, groaning from the soreness in her body.

Her hands moved to the back of her neck, where she would push them forward against her hair, flipping those long locks over her shoulders. The light shone upon her skin, the light mixing with the sheer color of her eyes made her look statuesque. She was as beautiful as she was dangerous.

Then, another form came into the same alleyway. "By the Nine Divines, I just can't get a break, can I?" She folded her arms over her chest, that knife of hers still held tightly.
"Excuse me sir, can you tell me which direction the Bloodseekers ran to?"

Her eyebrow quirked. With a shake of her head and a frustrated sigh, her eyesight returned to the newcomer. "I wouldn't go chasing after them. They're all in a big group now and are retreating. But, I mean, if you want to get slaughtered you can go after them." Said in a sarcastic, cat-like voice. She looked back to the cloaked man. He wreaked of wet grave.

OOC: Just to be clear Fang, it's dawn. Not dusk, so it's just the early morning hours. Not some hot sunny summer day. lol

IC

The servant turned and looked at the man, who had suddenly come across the two. He was odd, but the servant knew he was someone possibly important, due to the question of the Bloodseekers. But before he could answer, the woman answered a better more logical answer; than he would have given. The servant did not say a word to the man, but just looked him over. His face well hidden by the shadow of his hood.

"I am sorry, but as the woman here has said. They are forming once again, outside the city. I suggest you ask them anymore questions yourself, I have just arrived." The servant said turning back to the woman, "I think we should get you some help?" He said taking the woman's arm gently in his hand.

The sun was rising, and the servant knew he had to go indoors before it got too high in the sky. He bowed his cloaked head at the man, looking back at the woman as he started with her towards the Talos Inn, he had been at earlier. His pale hand was covered with a leather glove which concealed his vampire features. But what was getting to him the most was the blood which raced through her veins. It was not smart now, for the man behind them would quite easily figure out his vampire traits if he suddenly took the woman, and bit down onto her neck. So he kept composure, and gentlemanly walked with her.

"I am sorry to have taken you away like that, but I heard you may have been one of the thorns in the Bloodseekers sides. It pleases me much to hear this, as now I know I can possibly take you as a friend; rather an enemy." The servant said laughing lightly. His eyes turned at looked at hers for a moment, if he was a mortal and weak of heart, surely this woman would have made him a slave of sorts; just by her step and looks. "Let us hurry to the Talos Inn, we can speak more privately there; than out here in the open."

His cloak completely concealed his vampire features, allowing him to smile secretly and show his fangs. It was not something of hostility, but for some reason the servant had a habit of showing his fangs at the strangest of times. His master had found it amusing, and treated him almost like a jester when he did. But the servants task was not yet finished, and he was still unsure of the woman and her motives.

So scratch everything she had wrote about the sun hitting her; because it was now clear that it was in the early hours of the morning and there was, in fact, only a little bit of sunlight that pierced through the cloud cover. Her hand was placed upon her hip as she looked to the other man asking about the Blood Seekers. She was then abruptly pulled from her spot and was moved out from the Alleyway.

She took her arm back from his hold and brought it back to her side. When she looked back to the cloaked man, she could just smell hesitation and fear seeping out from his clothes. The way he acted, and the fact that Jentina wasn't a stupid girl, gave him away to her. His cold touch, even through his gloves..his dark demeanor, his wanting to be indoors during the morning sunrise..she could have some fun with him.

"I am sorry to have taken you away like that, but I heard you may have been one of the thorns in the Bloodseekers sides. It pleases me much to hear this, as now I know I can possibly take you as a friend; rather an enemy."

"Oh, so you didn't just want to take me to a cheap inn to do bad things to me? Tisk. I'm so disappointed." She rubbed the palms of her hands together and huffed.

"Let us hurry to the Talos Inn, we can speak more privately there; then out here in the open."

"Wait, wait a minute.." she smiled innocently. "The sun's rising..don't you think we should take some time to enjoy it? I mean..a little sun never killed anybody.." She looked to him, tilting her head with that same innocent look. "Right?" said with a smile.

She waited for a response, but she figured she wouldn't get one. With a light shrug of her shoulders, she began to walk towards the doors of the Inn. Her hips swayed to their own beat as she walked, that dress still clung to her figure enticingly. That chest giggled. Could a Mortal seduce a Vampire? She hadn't the slightest clue.

OOC: Darkom, if you would like to intervene in this little scenario; I have no problem with it. Hermann will hopefully be brought back in my next post.

The servant smiled underneath his hood, and entered the inn with the woman; almost everyone inside turning their heads as young beautiful woman walked in with a cloaked hidden figure. The two looked odd together, but something made everyone who looked turn away from the two and go back to their own business. The servant and the woman took a seat in the far corner table, closed off from almost everyone. It was cool inside the inn, and the woman who had spoken with the the servant earlier about the room still silently sat smiling at her desk.

"The sun is something I have not wished to shine on me for decades." The servant said revealing his face. The illusion of a mortal man still showed, but he still wore the gloves to cover his hands. "I do not hate or fear the sun, but it is something I cannot handle anymore." The servant added as he looked right at the woman's eyes. His large cloak gave him the look of being bulky and overly muscular in a way, but the look did not last when he took the cloak off and revealed his well kept and nicely embroidered sued clothes.

"Now lets get down to the quick business I have with you, and that is; what you can tell me about the riots and Bloodseekers. What happened earlier this morning? And why did the Bloodseekers attack the civilians." The servant said in a cold yet charming voice. He had learned to be as charming as possible by his master, who after seeing the servant harshly treat a vendor, knew he would not survive long in the mortal world. "Your words must be quick as I have prior engagements to make with my master." The servant added waiting and listening to the woman.

He could tell that her beauty had let her get away with many things, but this time he did not have time to waste with a mortal woman, acting as if he was interested. His master was waiting, and the sun was getting higher and higher in the sky; which the servant did not want to stay in the Imperial City longer than he needed. But he would play along with the woman, for as long as he needed to. Just as long as he got his questions answered, and the woman did not pester him much with small talk and other things he was not interested in. It was another trait which his master had taught him, be quick with what is said and careful with what is given.

Reading over posts now, so I'll be editing my post in here later. Right now I have things I need to get done while it's still daylight, but if you could hold off for an hour or two Wednesday I promise I'll show up Thanks!


EDIT: Here we go Sorry about the lateness.


IC: Maglir turned the corner, going from one shady allyway to another, moving steadily closer to the main streets of the Imperial city. The sun was just beginning to peak over the city's walls, and the Bosmer realized that without his hat he would be very vulnerable to the harmful light. He had not fed in a couple days, so he could escape most citizen's notice, but if a Bloodseeker or other authority paid close attention he would have to flee once more.

The horn he had heard just after his escape from the rooftop frightened him at first, he had hidden in a nearby barrel in case it was a signal for reinforcements. After roughly half an hour he realized no one was looking for him any longer, and he decided to spend the rest of the night in a nearby empty apartment, using the time to take stock of what had happened the night before and draw out a plan.

Maglir stopped still, turning his head to the side to better listen. The scuffling sound that had drawn him out of his thoughts repeated, and he dismissed it as just another of one of the many rats that infested the city. He continued his deliberate pace, smoothing his long black hair down and re-tying the leather thong that held it in place. He dusted off his form fitting black shirt, examining the frills of his shirtsleeves for damage from the night before.

At last the ally opened up into a grimy city street, where a few frightened looking people moved about their morning business, with a few official looking folks cleaning up stains from the night before. They all had wide, shifting eyes, ever ready for the signs of the next riot. 'When will the fighting end? Why can't we stop this man quickly, without more civilian casualties?' Maglir shook his head, sighing at the events of the night before.

Across the street from him, a trio of shady characters conversed in sly voices. Maglir could not quite make out their words, but it was clear that the main conversation was going on between the cloaked man and the beautiful woman. The commonly dressed man off to the side had seemingly been forgotten, perhaps he was a beggar? Maglir watched with growing interest as the cloaked man led the woman away, towards a nearby inn. Just as he was thinking this woman was already taken, the buxom woman withdrew her hand and gave an excitingly sinister looking smile to the man.

'Maybe there's a chance yet.' Maglir thought, smiling at the idea of charming the woman. His hand found a rose seed within his pouch, and drew it into his sleeve for later use.

The two talked a little more, then entered the inn they had been heading for. Eager to follow the two, Maglir quickly composed himself, casting a spell to alter his features into a less noticeable appearance. His skin gained back some of its old glow, his eyes turning a dazzling blue within blue, and his face gained a healthy round look. He drew up one of his charming smiles and started for the inn.

'On second thought, maybe the gentleman that was with them knows something of use.' Maglir redirected his steps towards the strange looking man still standing near the wall, and thought up the framework of his question.

"Excuse me, kind sir, but do you know the couple that were just here? The man is a good friend of mine, you see, and I wanted to meet his new lady friend. If you know what I mean." Maglir ended the polite greeting with a small chuckle, his air a perfect mix of composed decorum and lightheartedness. His eyes sparkled as he assessed the man. A strange odor pervaded the Imperial's frame, but that simply strengthened Maglir's suspicion of his begging profession, rather than give him any cause for alarm.

OOC: Thought you looked lonely, Fang We can meet up with the Dr. and Wednesday later, or go our own way, whichever you prefer. But be warned, Maglir is not likely to pass up a girl like that

OOC: Not sure were everyone is, so not a very long post.

Scaycus watched as the woman fell down the building. Looking down, he saw it would be hopeless to get down there in time. Turning around, he put away his sword and walked down the stairs.

A horn was blown and the bloodseekers retreated. He walked into the area of the riot, not looking upon the bodies on the ground. He was in search of something else. The sun would be rising soon and he would be out of time to search for anything. The evil would retreat to their layers and they then would be impossibe to find. He continued on along his way carefully watching the alleys for anyone.

His boots, now wet with blood, stoped to wipe it on a shirt of a corpse. The corpse, that he thought was dead began to groan. He lifted his sword and stabed the person clean through the body.

He continued on while wiping his sword.