ok and why do people think I flame all the time jez

OOC: Blue gave me permission to do this, and its going to be fun.

Nelos and Faolin exited the Palace Gardens and were making their way out of the city, that damned Dunmer still close behind, but they were paying no mind to him at the moment. As the party reached the streets, Faolin stopped and told Nelos something he had already sensed... a vampire nearby.

The hooded cloaked figure was peering at the Bloodseekers as he hurried towards the main gate out of the Imperial City, "Vampire! Men restrain the beast!" shouted Nelos. Three Bloodseekers caught the creature, fully cloaked in broad daylight, but he went into a rage and dispatched the three Bloodseekers quickly, clearly a vampire who knew how to use a sword. He ran out the gates and began heading towards the woods.

This was when Nelos turned to Faolin, "He is MINE!" Enraged at the death of his men, Nelos began sprinting after the damned being. He leaped down to the ground and headed on foot towards the nearest stretch of land he could find while still having the vampire in his sights. Finally, he got into a good range.

Nelos brought Truesilver into his arms, loaded. He took careful aim, saying a short prayer, the vampire was nearly out of range. Both bolts were released from the mighty crossbow and flew true and far across the gap that spanned between Nelos and his prey. The vampire went down, a scream emitting and reverberating in the air.

Nelos quickly got back onto the bridge and commandeered a horse from an Imperial Guard. He rode across the bridge and onto the stretch of grass where the still living but very weak vampire lay in front of him. Dismounting the horse Nelos drew his great Silver Claymore, the ebony filigree glistening in the sunlight.

The vampires' skin was beginning to shrivel in the sunlight, the silver bolts in his back poisoning him as well. A pitiful sight indeed, and pathetic.

"You slew my men, years and years ago your kind slew my men in the ashlands, drinking their blood and taking them from me. Your life is sustained by blood," Nelos bent over and slit the vampires wrist, squeezing some of the blood onto his claymore, "By blood, you are UNDONE!" Nelos lifted the claymore high over his head and decapitated the vampire, its head rolling down a small slope and into the water.

Next, Nelos reached into a satchel, he brought out holy water and sprinkled it over the lifeless body, it became engulfed in blue flame and black smoke, popping and smoldering into a pile of ash, soon to be carried off by the winds.

Nelos mounted the horse after cleaning off his blade, recovering the bolts, and spitting on the ashes of the vampire he slew. He road back into the city, to a waiting Faolin.

"It is done." said Nelos, solemnly and proudly, shifting he gaze to the fallen Bloodseekers, "Lets go, they must be given a proper burial."

OOC: I know what you're thinking guys, way to be non-Rpish. I gave Jonas permission to kill Ringman's char. It seemed fitting at the moment. And it was actually pretty funny. (Just think of this as a joke. These kind of posts will not be tolerated regularily.)

IC:
Faolin watched the vampire go into a rage and end three Bloodseeker's lives. Such a shame... We should probably kill him now.

Suddenly Nelos shouted, "He is mine!" and broke out into a sprint after the creature. The other Bloodseekers began to follow but Faolin commanded them to hold. He would let Nelos have his fun. Faolin took a seat on a nearby bench and waited a couple minutes, the sun was nearly setting now.

"It is done." said Nelos when he returned, solemnly and proudly, shifting he gaze to the fallen Bloodseekers, "Lets go, they must be given a proper burial."

"Agreed. I'm going to assume you had fun there." Faolin said. He snapped his fingers and the seven remaining Bloodseekers lifted up the three dead bodies and started on their way out of the Imperial City. They continued on the twisted paths until they came back to camp. Before the sun was fully set, the three dead soldiers were buried and praised. Faolin bowed, kissed his fingers and touched the ground, respecting his fallen brethren.

Kane thanked Faolin shortly after, coming up behind him. "Faolin, I want you to take some of our men to the taverns in the Imperial City. Tomorrow is a big day and I want you to enjoy yourselves." Kane smiled.

"Yes." Faolin said. He did not really enjoy drinking, but an order was an order. Faolin took a couple minutes to get ready and made sure he still had his weapons on him. He hurried over to his partner from earlier. "Nelos, would you like to join me at a tavern? It seems Kane wants us to have a night out." Faolin wanted to have another experienced man with him, just in case something went wrong. As he waited, men were already leaving the camp, singing and boasting loudly.

Well atleast it was kinda cool

OOC: Sorry for this, but I'll wait for Wednesday to retort at my last post; and then she (if you want Wednesday) introduce Darkom and Fang, into the little "meeting". I'll just be waiting for that until I continue with Hermann.

She looked over to her left, seeing another cloaked man approach them. The servant introduced him as his master; Jentina had a snarky reply. "So, he has a face." She leaned forward slightly and picked herself up off of the chair, walking up to him. "I am sorry for my interruption miss. Please excuse my rudeness, I am Hermann von Kesselring. And this man is my fair servant, I assume you are someone he has come to making contact with?" he spoke to her.

"Pleasure to meet you, Hermann von Kesselring." Whatta name. Her head lifted up slightly, eyes drifting to the other servant, and then back to Hermann with her tongue tracing over her teeth. "Would explain why I'm wasting my time here."
The servant quickly made his way from the back room and to the carriage outside. Jentina stood around for a moment, before sitting herself back down in the familiar seat, her legs crossed once again. The Vampire remained composed in front of her. His chilled voice sank into her skin.

"And what is your name? And what information have you given young Renfield?" She took in a deep breath ? looks like she would have to explain herself all over again.
"Jentina." Her accent was foreign, in modern times they would say had a light British accent. Her arms reached out and folded on the table, laying her elbows flat and allowing her hands to clasp together. She looked to the rings she wore, one of them being Namira's own. Her thumb and index finger toyed with the ring, letting it circle around the width of her finger and then back again.

"Bloodseekers shot arrows at me..so I shot back..next thing I knew I was going mad, killing off those people one by one..until there was none left.." She stared at her ring while she spoke.
When she looked back to Hermann, she immediately noticed the intricate design of his clothes; they must have been very expensive. Before she could say another word, she heard the footsteps of someone coming closer to the room. She spoke quietly to herself.

"You never know exactly what's going to come from around the corner.." She looked back to Hermann. Standing up from her chair, she took a few steps back from the door, just awaiting who was coming her way. That silver knife was drawn, and clasped within her fingers.

OOC: Where exactly is the camp? On the island, or across the bridge on the other side of Lake Rumare around Weye or something?


Lliryn

The Dunmer followed closely, but not too closely as the group made their way through the winding streets. He saw the men lean in close many times and Lliryn cursed silently as he couldn't hear a word they had said, but when the Imperial one of the two glanced back at the tailing Dunmer, Lliryn knew that his presence was known. He ignored eye contact with either of them as he looked around innocently, a stupid grin splayed on his old and scarred face as he pretended to admire the scenery.

He followed them for a short while, and when the group was clearly heading for the White Gold Tower he stopped before they reached the doors and waited a couple dozen meters away and looked out at the graveyard that circled the grand tower. He had never gained "resources" from this particular cemetery because the guards were heavy in the area and he felt no reason to risk his [censored] when there was a decent sized graveyard outside of Weye.

He didn't know how long those men would be inside the Tower and he was just getting ready to go and sit on the stone railing that separated the road around the Tower from the graveyard below when the men walked out, in a greater haste then before and with superior and happy looks on their faces while they spoke in voices that Lliryn could only catch half of the words; like "went quite well" and "on the scroll?", which only led to the Necromancer wanting more answers about what was happening. He had spent so long underground (literally!) that he had missed much of the politics and going-on's of Tamriel.

He followed the entourage back through the city, and watched from a distance as some maddened form came running out and managed to cut down three or four of the Bloodseeker guards before fleeing out of the city past the stunned guards. Lliryn stayed a safe distance but watched as the Dunmer that had been walking and talking with the Imperial Bloodseeker charged out after him. There was panicked muttering throughout the area as Lliryn eyed the bodies, fresh and fit from a life of fighting. But before he could gather thoughts on how to acquire the bodies, the Dunmer warrioor came back into the City, and though Lliryn was too far to hear anything he began following again as the bodies of their fallen comrades were picked up and the group departed through the open gates, leaving many astonished people glaring at the obviously disliked group of "witch-hunters". Lliryn wanted more bodies, especially since he knew the Bloodseekers would discover him eventually and he would need more servants of death.

So he exited the gates as well, keeping far enough away from the group, but still maintaining sight while he cast his chameleon spell again, feeling his skin match the color of the grass, dirt and stones around him.

Come to me, but stay out of sight. I may need you. he instructed to Sorian. He knew that he might very well need him if he was discovered around the camp, and while he was deadly with his magick, there were more of them, than himself.

Yes master. was the only reply that came back from the skeletal minion as Lliryn felt the connection grow stronger, meaning his servant was moving closer. Lliryn checked his spell once more, then moved out from behind the bushes, following the group back to their camp, and watched from a fair distance as they buried their dead friends a little ways from the camp, the aged Necromancer licking his lips like he had just seen something delicious.

Soon, he would have more servants and he moved into the clearing, still somewhat invisible as he began to weave his magicka to lift the loose dirt that had just been dug. Sorian kept watch close by, sword in hand as well as shield while the Necromancer went about his macabre business with a smile on his face.

OOC: I assume you wouldn't have buried them in the camp proper?....

OOC: Sorry, i know now that it is a dark corner, not a back room. But after Darkrom's post, I may as well stick to a back room, if you don't mind

Maelus scowled a little as the posh-clothed man barged past him. He didn't dare shout at him about manners, the man obviously had class. He noticed the blond-haired man, the one he suspected as a vampire, have a short conversation with the newcomer. What in Tamriel could the be talking about? He shrugged to himself as the blond haired man stepped past him, into the street. He then saw the posh-clothed man step into the back room, where is woman was. This may be interesting.

Stepping past the drunkards, Maelus was eventually next to Maglir. "So, shall we introduce ourselves?" he chuckled. "I'll try not to charm her too much." Maelus let out a little chuckle, he would dare admit he was attracted to the woman, even though he only had a glimpse of her. Straightening his clothes, he patted off dust ad muck. He coughed a little, then stepped into the back room. The door was left open, so he needn't knock on it.

When he stepped into the room, he saw the woman - in all her beauty - and the other, posh-clothed man. "Oh, I am very sorry to intrude," he gasped, pretending to be shocked. "I did not know this room was taken. Maelus Harrismar, professional-" he stopped. Professional...professional what? Mage, no, ah screw it. "Ugh, I really need to work on my deception. Look, I am just a simple man, needing information. Oh, where are my manners," Maelus took a low bow, similar to the one the Bosmer did to him. "Now, please miss, and you good sir, can you tell me what by Mannimacro happened out there?!?" Oh no, I went and got over exited. He had used the name of his god, revealing his status. Deception was never his strong point, he was useless at it. Even simple Illusion magic was quite hard for him - he was a fighting mage, not one for deception. He just hoped none of them were Bloodseekers.

Scaycus casualy walked into the tavern, keeping his face down and hidden. He usualy didn't drink, but he needed something to help his day's disapointments. He was also here to get some information. There was alot to hear about the creatures he hunted here and since the riot it would be the center of some conversations.

He walked forward to the bar, and ordered a drink. After depositing some money he walked over to a secluded table with his drink while taking small sips of it. He sat down on a chair, carefully keeping his face down. Still listening in some conversations, he found little of interest.

Then when he went to take another sip, he spoted someone he may have reconized. She was in a private room. He was sure he saw her before, but couldnt remember. Then he reconized her, it was the magick user he was fighting before. Normaly he would have gotten up and killed her, but it looked like she had company and there alot of people around, who, would obviosly be a little disturbed when he walks up and shoots a women in public. And those damn gaurds would likley believe him of his reasons.

Rather than get up, he put his drink down, loaded his crossbow, and held it aiming and waiting for a good moment.

OOC: I had a great post set up, and my gosh darn internet lost it Sorry, but I lost half an hour on it, and now have to leave. Perhaps tonight I'll finish, but please don't post until I do. Thanks.


EDIT: Alright, this is the third time I've written this, and it is starting to become frustrating. Sorry to make you wait, but I think this could be a fun conversation


IC: So, shall we introduce ourselves? I'll try not to charm her too much." Maelus chuckled softly, then proceeded to tidy himself up for the coming encounter. Just as Maglir was about to reply, the Imperial walked straight into the room, without waiting to hear any of the conversation inside.

Maglir, on the other hand, was not so rash, and decided to wait outside the door frame for an oppurtune time to go in. He smiled, raising an eyebrow at Maelus' attempt at subtlety, "Oh, I am very sorry to intrude, I did not know this room was taken. Maelus Harrismar, professional-" The Imperial fumbled for words, he was obviously not as skilled in deceit as Maglir.

"Ugh, I really need to work on my deception. Look, I am just a simple man, needing information. Oh, where are my manners," Maglir heard small swishing sounds, and had to stifle a laugh when he realized the man tried to give a gallant bow. 'He simply doesn't have the right attitude. Bowing when not a gentleman simply leads to obvious attempts at flattery; it just doesn't seem natural. Furthermore he should straighten out his alias before intruding upon a conversation.'

"Now, please miss, and you good sir, can you tell me what by Mannimacro happened out there?"

'What? Mannimarco? The evil lich? Who in Tamriel is this man?' Maglir did not rightly know what his companion was doing, but it was obvious he needed the Bosmer's help. He spent a moment preparing himself, then strode into the room confidently, brushing past the Imperial and putting on a charming face.

"Good day, my friends. I apologize for my, ah, friend here, he was simply trying to strike up a conversation with you both." He turned to the woman, who had stood up out of her chair, a knife in hand, "My lady, forgive me for the intrusion," his eyes lingered on the woman for a brief moment, but he eventually found himself staring into the steady maroon eyes of the blonde Imperial on the other side of the room, "And to you, my good sir."

As he glanced back and forth between the two characters, he began studying them intently for any sign that could help him. His eyes naturally were led to the woman first, and after he tore his furtive glances away from her full chest and innocent face, he began to notice several oddities. Her eyes, for one thing, gleamed with a deadly seriousness, a blue-green stare that told Maglir not to mess with her. A curious tattoo wrapped itself around her eye, its intricate patterns meaningless to the Bosmer, though he might inquire about it later. Finally he noticed a strange gauntlet on her left arm, and it being the only form of protection on her body Maglir assumed it must be enchanted. Which could mean one of two things: she was rich enough to afford enchanted armor as a fashion statement, or, more likely, she was some kind of mage.

Having deduced the woman's occupation, he turned his focus to the smartly dressed man on the other side of the room. The first thing Maglir noticed was his outstanding taste in clothing, though a cape would make the suede outfit so much nicer. The clothes and suave bearing with which he held himself contrasted sharply with his muscular appearance and rugged good looks. As Maglir inspected his face further, a peculiarity attracted his eye: the kind of gauntness known only to his kind was also in this one, and a closer examination of his eyes revealed a shade he had previously suspected. 'Ah, how interesting. I haven't seen him at Ferin's meetings.'

"You see, we are in a rather precarious position," he gave a small pause, not because he did not know what to say, but to add effect, "a position in which knowledge is key to survival. My friend here was only asking this of you because I suspected you too were in such a position. Instead of working independently to bring down the same enemy, I believe it would be mutually beneficial for us-" with this last word Maglir dropped the spell that concealed his appearance, making his crimson eyes and sharp fangs visible with a hearty smile, "to share our efforts." He finished with a twinkle in his now scarlet eyes, his silver words dropping like honey from his lips.

He fingered the rose seed in his hand, but decided to wait until a later moment to use his old tricks on the woman. Business first, after all.

OOC: Sorry for being LATE! I had some things at work and home to take care of. I'm really tired now, so I'll try and get a post response up tomorrow sometime. Don't anyone post in the Tavern (Back room) until I do please. Thanks.

Knife still in hand, she kept her eyes locked on the newcomer. She sized him up, everything from his clothes to his body language, and from what she concluded; he was not such a rehearsed liar. Her arm relaxing slightly, the hand that held that dagger lowered, and she folded her arms. Shifting her weight over to her other leg, her eyes never faltered from keeping watch over the new man.

She caught him staring at her briasts, his stare trailing from her cleavage up to her face, and into her eyes. If one could look deep enough past the fierceness of her hues, they would see someone who was lost, who was confused, and who was really hurt. That moment of weakness in her eyes passed very quickly.

"See something you like?" She said, referring to the man's curious eyes. The man shyed away and dropped his head ? he was obviously a little bit nervous, and overwhelmed. Did her mere presence do this to people? Grinning slightly, she remained quiet until the man slipped up and mentioned Mannimarco's name. "Mannimarco?" She shook her head. "I thought he was dead?" Well, being that they were Necromancers, it didn't surprise her that much.

And for about the fourth time today, she was going to have to explain the situation. "Okay. I'm just going to put this into simple terms. "There was a riot. People got out of hand. Blood Seekers opened fire. I got hit in the crossfire, I went crazy and set people on fire. I mean, who likes to be shot with an arrow more than once?"

Her hand raised, pushing her hair over her shoulders as always. She turned her head out of distraction, and something in the corner caught her eye; it was the man she was fighting before she fell off of the rooftop..and even more so, he had his crossbow aimed right at her. Quickly stepping back out of the doorway, Jentina's back pushed up against the wall.

"By the Nine, I cannot catch a break in this city." She clenched her fist tightly, causing streaks of electricity to course around her hand. The light from the electricity was bright, indicating that she was starting to become very agitated..and when she became agitated, things began to blow up. "There's an assassin outside with me in his cross hairs. I'm about to deal with him once and for all."

Nelos was praying silently to himself in his small tent, his Ornate Dunmeri Silver Armor laid on his bed, his black robe folded on it. He was wearing only sackcloth pants. Around his neck was an amulet given to him by a Mournhold monk. He was praying to the ancestors and Dunmeri saints. His lack of clothes exposed scars and tattoos of all sorts.

After he thanked the gods, he got up and suited up in his armor, robe underneath, armor on top. He slung his claymore over his shoulder, belted on his crossbow and bolts, and headed out of the tent. He just decided to leave his cumbersome claymore in the tent. When he stepped outside, he felt the cool dusk air beginning to fall over the land.

Searching the camp, Nelos finally found Faolin. "Well then, what are we waiting for, I'd love a good brandy or two." said Nelos, ready to go back into the city.

((Sorry for the short post guys, I'm a bit busy right now I'll post more once I get some time and we're in the city))

OOC: Sorry of the crummy post, I'm kinda busy here at the home; and don't have time until probably Saturday to get deeper into the RP.

As the two man and bosmer entered the room, Hermann looked at the woman who said her name was Jentina. He wasn't sure about the two who had just come in, and wasn't really interested in getting into conflict at the moment. The room was dark, and only lit by a dimly flickering flame on a small candle. Hermann's hands clenched together; unsure of what to do with the man and bosmer. As the man spoke, Hermann could instantly tell he was not a man of much 'grace' or 'stature' due to his dimwittedness with talking at Jentina. Hermann smiled a bit before looking at the bosmer, who's face suddenly showed him as kin. Hermann was still unsure of them, but as long as his kin was around; he was hopeful no conflict would arise. That was, until Jentina stepped away from the door, and little bolts of lightning began flowing around.

"There's an assassin outside with me in his cross hairs. I'm about to deal with him once and for all." Jentina said to the three of them, Hermann quickly stepped from around the small table and looked out the door; not directly at the man. He turned to the bosmer, as if he was going to say something, but instead quickly shut the door behind him.

"Don't be foolish woman, this is no place or time for such doings. Unless you want all the damn Bloodseekers and Imperial Guards coming down on us, I suggesting keeping your wits about you. I do not wish to get into a fight at the moment, and if you put me through such an ordeal, I can promise bad things will happen." Hermann took a breath, and turned to the bosmer and the man, who Hermann recognized earlier as a possible Necromancer, due to his uttering of 'Mannimarco'. "That goes for you two as well. I am only here to gather information of what happened in the riots, and now that I have my information. I do not with to fight, while 'diving' head first into the sea. Let me collect my thoughts and speak with a close friend, he will know what to do better than any of us." Hermann stated, looking at the bosmer.

Quickly, Hermann calmed himself and realized he had be so brash and rude to their new guests. He smiled and held his head with one hand smiling; his large fangs showing in the dim light, which wasn't terrible for the increases senses and sight of a Vampire. Hermann looked at both the bosmer and man, smiling and chuckling before bowing lightly and stepping back.

"I am terribly sorry for my brashness. I am Hermann von Kesselring, lord of a forgotten family and land. It is nice to make your acquaintance, but now that we have a bit of a problem, I think we three should go deal with the man outside." Hermann said turning to the woman. "You stay here until one of us comes back, we do not want your brash acts ruining our possible situation." Hermann added looking back at the bosmer and man. He smiles and waved his hand across, signaling towards the door. At the moment, Hermann was not heavily armed with a sword or crossbow, or any type of weapon besides a small Sliver Dagger he had kept well hidden underneath his cloak. The three would take care of the man quickly, hopefully without much confrontation. Hermann was not ready to fight, he wanted to speak with the 'Lord of the Vampires' before making a decision of his own. But Hermann knew, and hopefully the bosmer knew, that only kin such as themselves were allowed access to their lord. But it was not time to think about that, Hermann and the two had a man to get rid of, hopefully for good or long enough to think.

"Well then, what are we waiting for, I'd love a good brandy or two." said Nelos, ready to go back into the city.

Faolin nodded his head and walked to the edge of the camp with Nelos following beind. They caught up to a large group of Bloodseekers, one of many. Tonight Imperial City would be infested with Bloodseekers. They made it in fast time, chatting on the way. When they got there, many of the Bloodseekers split up, everyone had their different interests and destinations. Faolin and Nelos went with a group of five who were headed to the same bar.

　

Faolin was the first one to go in, pushing open the door. The whole tavern went quiet and everyone stared as the Bloodseekers walked in.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?" one of the bartenders said after a couple seconds of silence, "Let's keep this joint going!" grunts were heard but the bar returned to life within a few moments.

Faolin scanned his surroundings while the other Bloodseekers went to go get drinks and women. Three windows, an upstairs, three backrooms. Doesn't look like any darkspawn are here either. He was taught to do this at a young rank in the Bloodseekers any time he entered a new setting. Then, a glint caught Faolin's eye. There was a man in a corner holding a crossbow on his table. At the same second, he saw one of the backroom's door slam shut. Somethings going on.

"Nelos, come let's sit over here." Faolin said, walking to a table where he could not only keep an eye on the man with the crossbow, but the door as well. "Nelos, something is going on, don't look now but there is man with a loaded crossbow aimed at that door over there. " Faolin whispered shoving his head in the door's direction. "You can go get a drink if you want to, but I'm going to watch this situation. I'd rather be sober if something happens."

OOC: Sorry if I got the timing a little mixed up.

When Nelos and Faolin began traveling, the sun was just going down. The sky was a hue of pink and red as the sun's rays pierced the clouds, it was Nelos' favorite time of the day. The two officers, accompanied by 5 other Bloodseekers walked through the dimly lit forests. Finally coming into the clearing just before the Imperial city's gates, the guards moved to each side, with little other choice.

The streets seemed to come to life at night, Nelos himself could feel some of the evil around him, vampires and hellspawn aplenty lurked in the shadows. Some traders were hawking items in the alleys, beggars did what they do best, beg. Blood stains still caked a few spots along the streets. But Nelos did not dwell on these things, he came along to have a fun night.

The tavern was a small and bustling one, with busty women and strong drink to be had. The party entered, the five Bloodseeker guards immediately going after the women, who could blame them, they were pretty young lasses and the men were surely to get drunk, they deserved that much. Nelos and Faolin sat at a table against the wall.

But Faolin had a look about him, and Nelos knew why. A man in the corner of a dimly lit part of the tavern was sitting at a table with a loaded crossbow, and he seemed to be guarding a door. Faolin told Nelos of this, and suddenly the night went from fun and relaxation, to a prelude to a possible hunt.

"I'll be getting a drink, we mustn't act suspicious, Veloth knows our brethren aren't." said Nelos, motioning to the drunken and lustful young Bloodseekers who were kissing the necks of theirs [censored]s, one of which was leading a man up to a room.

"Be on the watch, Truesilver is loaded and my blade is ready, if something is wrong yell to me that you'd 'like a bottle of Greef'." With this, Nelos walked up to the bar and ordered a small glass of chilled brandy, keeping ever watchful of those around him.

"Pleased to meet you, Hermann Von Kesselring. Now, if we may, shall we take care of the man outside?" Maelus inquired. He had a silver dagger tucked in his belt, under his green jacket. He wanted some more combat - he had recovered from the fight with the goblins.
"I shall cast some spells on him, you two may attack him how you please. I do not really want to summon any of my minions, not in a place so public."

Gripping his dagger, Maelus kicked open the door, leapt backwards, and cast a Shield spell on himself. He started to build up a lightning bolt, in case the man with the crossbow decided to fire at him. Whatever he throws, I'll give it back ten times as hard, he thought to himself, channeling his energy into what may be a powerful energy bolt.

OOC: Sorry for the short post =/

Nelos went to the bar after telling him what to do if something happened. Faolin realized he was acting a bit suspicious and he loosened up a bit. He called a woman to him and she sat on his lap. They began to converse a little, in reality Faolin cared nothing about her. He was using her as a cover. He said something that made her giggle and blush, humor was Faolin's expertise. Then, the door burst open suddenly. A man cast a shield spell on himself and began to start a spell.

In a flash, Faolin threw the woman off of him and kicked over the table. He got behind the table for cover and propped his crossbow up on it. Then, Faolin recognized him. The man with the crossbow was the man who had helped earlier. Of course, how did I not see it?

"Nelos, I think I'd like a cup of grief." Faolin let out a short laugh upon saying this. In a second the mage would have two crossbows loaded and aimed at him, one of which could fire two bolts at the same time. Faolin realized the shield spell might protect him from their bolts, but maybe if they both fired at the same time? Or, maybe if all three of the men fired at the same time.

Faolin called out to the man in the corner, "Take your aim. We need your help once again, sir." Faolin looked at the mage. "What is your next move? I'd advise you to surrender please. It will make all of our lives easier. Oh, and I assure you, I won't kill you." Unfortunately, Faolin knew it was not likely for the mage to give up. He could also see other firgures moving in the room behind him which meant more trouble.

"What is your next move? I'd advise you to surrender please. It will make all of our lives easier. Oh, and I assure you, I won't kill you."

Maelus turned his head to see another face - a man had kicked over a table, so Maelus now had two crossbows aimed at him. "Not likely," he chuckled, grinning. This should be fun. For a small moment, he turned his head backwards. "I may need your help here guys," he muttered, before turning back to the second man.

Throwing the bolt of lightning, Maelus roared. He was met by glares of suprise and anger at the customers in the inn, but he did not raise his hand to them. The Imperial drew his dagger, and gripped it tight. He noticed the boly of lightning had hit the table, shattering it. Maelus did not want touse much fire here, arson was the last thing he needed to cause. I haven't used ice for a while, he thought to himself, concentrating his magicka into two bolts of frost, one in each hand. He threw one at the newcomer, and another at the first man. While waiting for them to strike home, he already began summoning a creature. In a few seconds, Maelus had sucessfully summoned a skeleton to his aid. The bony-warrior charged Nelos, sword and shield in hand.

Nelos heard the code that was shouted by Faolin, just as Nelos turned around he saw the rather comical sight of a girl being thrown off of Faolin's lap and him then kicking a table over to make cover. Nelos himself brought out his crossbow, keeping a lock on the mage, he knew that if a wrong decision was made, one single error, it would spell death.

The angered mage then channeled a bolt of lightning and threw it at Faolin ((?)), it shattered the table and exploded into a million pieces. The mage then began to conjure up two icicles in each hand. He was getting ready to throw them at Nelos and Faolin. Quickly, Nelos held brought Truesilver down into his left hand and brought out his claymore with his right hand.

Just as the mage threw the bolts of deadly ice, Nelos was able to bring his sword up, the icicle shattering against it. What had happened concernign Faolin, Nelos didn't know and didn't have time to check. But now he had another problem, a skeletal warrior was charging him, shield and sword in each hand.

Nelos raised Truesilver gripped in his left hand, he fired both bolts at the skeleton, one actually penetrating the shield, the other got stuck in the creatures' ribs, breaking one.

Raising his claymore, Nelos uttered a prayer, and in a flash of white light the sword caught fire in a holy flame. A spell the monks of Holamayan taught him. He charged the skeleton. A quick swing brought the blade down on the skeleton's raised shield, people were running for their lives, avoiding getting into the middle of the ordeal.

The skeleton then made a wipe at Nelos' midsection, the old iron sword it had slammed into Nelos' briastplate, doing little damn. Nelos put his foot on the creatures' chest and kicked it hard into a long table where the skeleton toppled over. Nelos jumped onto the table and then hopped off to finish off the skeleton, he raised his claymore, and brought it down on the thing's skull. Smashing it.

"Faolin! Are you alright!" yelled Nelos, still keeping his eyes on the dangerous and active mage.

"Not likely," the mage chuckled, grinning. For a small moment, he turned his head backwards. "I may need your help here guys," he muttered, before turning back to the second man.

The mage threw a bolt of lightning at Faolin and he ducked behind the table. It shattered in front of him into millions of splinters. He threw his hand up to protect his face and hundreds of them bounced off of his armor. Faolin began to stand but quickly got back down as a chunk of ice flew over his head. I hate mages.

Faolin could hear Nelos battling a skeleton on the other side of the bar. All round them people were scrambling out of the place. Think. If we stay in here much longer, the mage could get the best of us. Not to mention his friends.

"Faolin! Are you alright!" yelled Nelos, still keeping his eyes on the dangerous and active mage.

"Don't worry about me!" Faolin stood quickly and reached into his pack at the same time. He pulled out three tiny orb shaped objects, each as small as a marble. He threw them directly at the mages feet and a cloud of smoke instantly formed when they hit the ground. The smoke quickly spread and engulfed the whole bar. Smoke bombs.

"Nelos and you with the crossbow in the corner, out the front door!" Faolin yelled quickly running towards the exit. He came out onto the streets and saw people running in all directions. Hoping that the Nelos and the other man were behind him, he said, "Form up on the door, if anyone walks out, shoot." Faolin turned around and took aim at the door, waiting for what was inside.

OOC: I really don't want to advance the situation until Instantdeath gets on because he's kind of involved with this, if everyone doesn't mind.

OOC: I hope this doesn't hurt InstantDeath's post, but I really don't like the situation. Fang kind of did that without asking any of us, even after Strangeglove asked no one to do anything. If this is overstepping myself let me know, I'll glady change it.

IC: Maglir was about to respond to this Hermann's introduction, and further advise on the situation at hand, the man he now knew to be a necromancer kicked the door down, his only warning a quick shout about spells and minions. Maglir was shocked at first, all this had happened before he had had a chance to so much as move, and he wondered why these people couldn't just close the door and wait for whoever it was. He was starting to like the Imperial less and less, and not just because he didn't trust necromancers any more than vampires. This particular vampire, this Hermann, was one he might find company with, but now was not the time for such measures.

The necromancer lept out into the bar, throwing spells every which way with inhuman speed. He heard shouts and explosions from the room beyond, but his view of the event was obscured by backs and smoke. Whoever was out there, there were more than one of them.

Before the situation could escalate any more out of hand, Maglir decided to try something else. Something that did not involve him putting on his leather punching gloves and finishing off the men whom his now ex-companion was fighting.

The Bosmer, after a quick look to the other two members of the room, reached into his mind for a quick invisibility spell. He found the incantation, he knew the words better than his own name, and felt the familiar feeling of a grimy coating all over his body. He ducked out of the room, behind the raving mage, and reached into his magicka again. His throat tingled with the spell, and he gave a quick prayer to whatever gods were listening to let this work.

"STOP!" He shouted, his magically enhanced, disembodied voice carrying throughout the room like the voice of Talos. Through the haze he thought he saw the door open, a beam of light streaking through the hell torn room. 'They... left? An ambush, no doubt. If they think that is the only exit to this inn, then they are sadly mistaken.' Maglir thought with a smile.

His voice returned to normal, he turned to the Imperial necromancer, his unseen eyes alight with fury, "What in Tamriel did you do! We could have made a plan, gone out in an organized strike force, and avoided all this mess!"

Without waiting for the man to respond, he turned back towards the room, his view of the door hazed by the smoke pouring from the magical fires, "Hermann, my lady, please come over," his calm tone had returned, a sick sense of humor fell over him, "This fool has not guranteed our demise, the men are waiting outside the front door, but there is a sewer grate in the basemant. I suggest we take our leave, before any of us recieve a bolt to the head."

He released the spell, now useless, and walked over towards one of the fallen bar patrons, a woman. He crouched down, taking her by the hand. He could tell she was out cold, and resolved to take her with them when they left.

He turned suddenly, seeing a motion out of the corner of his eye.

OOC: Not a very good post for myself. Just wanted to continue on.

IC:
Scaycus had his finger on the trigger, ready to release when two bloodseekers came in. They must have been here for the same thing. He took aim again when a mage jumped abruptly out the room firing off spells. The two bloodseekers had taken up arms and were just getting into the fight when one signaled them out. The bloodseeker also notioned to him too. He would of preferbly charged in, but seeing himsef out numbered, decided he could use their help.

He was up on his feet in seconds, dashing torwards the door. He let loose a bolt towards the mage, not looking if he hit, continued on.

Knocking and pushing the people aside, he jumped over a table and flew out the door. Outside, he had his crossbow up and ready, prepared for them to follow him out. He was a bit taken back when the bloodseeker commaned him, acting as though he was some lowly bloodseeker. Though, he had to admit, it looked like he knew what he was doing. But still not his course of action.

Now, slightly less doubting, he stayed to lend his hand rather than just rush in.

OOC: Sorry everyone, but Hermann will have to be put on hold. I've got some real life stuff to take care of; and it doesn't seem to be settling down as soon as I would have liked. Anyway, I don't have time to make a well enough post and I don't want to rush a post. So just assume, that Hermann escaped the little fight through a window or something. I'll bring him back into everything ASAP when the time is better. Sorry again everyone.

As the smoke bombs hit the floor and the room filled with a haze, Nelos went on double-guard, not wanting to get backstabbed by anyone or anything that may have been lurking in the gloom. As Nelos heard Faolin give the orders to run outside with the other man with the crossbow, Nelos felt a sharp stabbing pain in his right side.

"Hah! Bloodseekers be damned!" Screeched a figure behind him, it was a vampire, clothed in brown rags, bald with pointed ears. Holding a bloody dagger, the thing backed off into the haze. Nelos heard more noise and even some talking, but the vampire was his concern now.

"Come now hellspawn, feel the light and let me rend your head from its body!"

"Blooood!" Nelos heard it again, this time from behind him. Nelos readied his blade, hearing the footsteps coming from behind him, quickly. "Die... " whispered the Bloodseeker officer, he spin around swinging his blade with lightning speed. He saw the creatures' head fly from its body and tumble into the smoke.

Nelos took the chance and dove out of the exit, clutching his bleeding side, somehow the dagger got underneath his briastplate and through his chainmail hauberk.

He sheathed his claymore and loaded Truesilver, then kneeled down and pointed it at the tavern doorway, smoke pouring from inside into the streets. He nodded at Faolin and the strange man who they had just asked for help, who he was remained to be seen, there were more pressing matters at hand.