Richard was resting when suddenly he heard the sound of a bell, crisp as ever, and one he hadn't heard in quite some time now. "Ah, blast, the administrator is probably just going to tell us about a new set of silly rules she's hell bent on enforcing." Richard mutterd, as he got to his feet. "No whistling in the corridors" Pam mused, and jumped up to sit on Richard's shoulder.

"Wonder if there's anyone to drool on this time; I'm probably going to fall asleep again." Richard wondered loudly, walking through the hallways towards what was the centre of this underground establishment. There seemed to be a lot of guards out right now. Exactly what they needed guards for, Richard didn't know. Probably just a show off for the administrator, just so she could play around with a few people. Probably.

"I wonder what they want us for this time" Pam said, looking at the guards hurrying along.

"We'll find out soon" Richard said, as they joined the slow moving line into the hall.

"Awwwwwwww," Mirage groaned, her butt plopping hard on the ground. "I wanted to play..."

Kalila put her hand on her hip and looked around. "You'll have your chance. Its not like they're going to disappear forever, or anything. Let's just go to the meeting and see what's going on."

They walked, feeling a tension in the air. Even Mirage, who normally would've been back to a chipper mood, seemed to feel it. Her tail dragged behind her. Her ears darted at every direction. She wanted nothing more than to shrink back into a small kitten and be cuddled. Sadly, she stabilized already and was forever a large cat. She looked up at Kalila, wondering if she felt it too. Well, of course, Mirage thought. She's always tense. Still, Mirage walked closer to Kalila. Once they arrived in the hall, she started to nuzzle her leg and was comforted by Kalila's fingers gently brushing her head. Maybe she felt it too, Mirage thought. Maybe she wants comforting, too.

OOC: Short post, but whatever.

The bell rang loud and clear, disrupting Diana's training. "Great," Orpheus snorted, "another damn meeting where we can stand around and listen to some useless news."
"I don't like them either, but they are mandatory." Orpheus snorted again.

"Fine, let's just go." He said grudgingly. Diana put her training sword back and wiped the sweat off of her brow with the back of her hand and tidied her hair.

They both strode proudly towards the town hall. "Look." Orpheus said, nodding his head to a group of fully armoured guards.

"Something isn't right." Diana whispered.

"I never thought I would say this, but let's hurry."

OOC: where is everyoone? :confused:

As Richard entered the meeting hall, he noted that a lot of people were already assembled, like they got nothing better to do. He also noted this young female grabbing her bow franticly. The girl looked quite like she could handle herself with her fancy armour and well... bow. She reminded him of someone he'd seen in the popular 'Thy Age of Draegons', had it not been for her hair being somewhat brown. And the fact that she got a totally huge snow wolf by her side, which could probably chew off his leg should he find himself a tad peckish.

"What are you so nervous about? They're probably just going to force feed us another silly rule." Richard asked as he stepped beside the woman. "I'm Richard by the way, and this here is Pam" he added, and Pam looked over at the woman. And the wolf.

Yes, the wolf could probably eat you too. Whole. Without chewing. Richard thought to himself, as Pam saw the wolf.

Ough, that last ingredient gave a nasty suprise. Tatsu pulled away some bushes with his right arm and noticed the aged wooden door. Ahhhh an entrance towards the hideout. When his eyes were used to the darker tunnel he and continued to the workshop. As he entered the workshop he saw his teacher stirring in a black kettle, mumbeling some words while adding from his other hand some crushed herbes.
"Ronius, i found the nightshade, waterplants and mushrooms you asked!"

"Haha good, put those ingredients on the table there". As he pointed out towards the wooden table while he kept stirring.
While Tatsu was putting the ingredients down on the table, Ronius noticed that his left bracer was completly wrecked. As a sword cleaved right through the bracer, piercing the flesh underneath the leather armor. "Do you want to tell what happend turing your gathering of the ingredients?"

Tatsu: "I came across a goblin that was thrilled to have another skull on his neck."
Ronius: "let me see that arm". Tatsu rolled up his sleeves and removed his left bracer. As Ronius examined the wound, Tatsu thought about the situation that just happend. He was gathering the last nightshade on the top of a rock. That goblin almost took him by suprise. Luckly that flare hit him straight in the face...
"Good thing i have learned you that healing spell, otherwise it would have been a nasty wound". As Ronius pushed around the vague line where the sword punctured his arm, and looked if Tatsu made any painfull impressions.
"Your arm is fine, could you help me with cooking?"
"Finally, a new recept!" Tatsu thought, "sure".

Oke what i need you to do is....... Romius suddenly stopped, Tatsu heared a vague ringing of a bell. "What was that? He never heard that before. But that could be him since he was here for only one week."
Tatsu heared Romius growling something about: hmpf paper-pushers again growl growl.

Ronius: "Ok Tatsu come with me, let's see what this is all about"

Reason edit: smoothing out some grammer.

Curtis jumped as the bells echoed throughout the caverns. The Breton then turned to peer curiously out toward the hallway.

Curtis himself rarely went to the regular meetings (he was usually absorbed in some project or other when the bells rang), but he'd lived at the Secluded Moons long enough to know that this was not the time of any scheduled meeting. His sense of forboding only grew as he started to hear armored people running through the hall outside.

Savanah fidgeted uncomfortably on his shoulder, her feathers fluffed and her talons kneading softly. The owl Daemon had excellent hearing, and probably got more out of the sounds outside than either mages in the room.

"We should answer the summons," the owl said softly, to both people in the room. Curtis tossed a fretful glance at Miss Megdar, then nodded.

However, as he headed out of the scholar's office and toward the center of the complex, he couldn't help but pool a bit of shock magicka in his hand (the one not holding his staff, anyway). If something had happened... if his recurring nightmares had become a reality, and the Temple had finally caught up to the Asluitians... Curtis would not be meek and helpless this time.

This time, he would do to them what they'd done to him: leaving them to live life tortured by nightmares and memories. Death, by his reckoning, would be far too merciful.

OOC: Sorry for not getting around to posting earlier, Sparrow. Also, I'm assuming other people can hear the daemons when they speak.

IC: Still seated next to her desk, Terra had been on the cusp of explaining the theories outlined in her book (something, it seemed, she was rarely in the proper company to do) when the room and adjoining corridors were suddenly flooded with the metallic clanging of the meeting bells. Within seconds, she was also able to make out the telltale clattering of armoured bodies moving through the halls, though she wasn't able to make out much more.

"We should answer the summons," Curtis' daemon, Savanah, said to the both of them. Curtis turned towards Terra, a look on his face that sent waves of concern roiling through the Altmer's stomach, before nodding, and making his way out of her office.

Terra stood up and looked around the office, quickly surveying anything that might be of use to her. She wasn't sure why, but she was filled with a sense of foreboding...like she might never see this room again. With that in mind, she went to a small wooden shelf near the door, and grabbed three small vials of restorative elixir. Silently, she hoped she wouldn't have to use them.

Placing the vials in the pockets of her pants, Terra allowed herself one last glance around the room, her eyes lingering on the half read tomes that littered her desk. A slight pang of regret passed through her, but she quickly forced it aside, and left the office, making her way towards the site of the summoning bells.

Fulk moaned as he heard the bells, summoning the inhabitants of the Seculded Moons base to the meeting hall. A shame, really, for he was just starting get the buzz. The brandy was doing its work. Unfortunately for the old man, it now had to end. He very well couldn't show up to the meeting drunker than a Nord in Solitude. Groaning, he lifted himself from his bed, cursing slightly as his bones creaked and ached. Damned arthiritis, he thought as he massaged his knee before slipping on his boots, I won't be able to do this for very much longer. If I had my chance, I'd retire to Senchal tomorrow. But I can't, can I? Have to stay here, have to teach a bunch of milk-sops a thing or two about weapons.

Now that he was up and about, Fulk was starting to feel a little better. His knees still hurt, a bit, but they weren't creaking anymore. Now that he was no longer thinking about his own pain, he began to wonder why a meeting was being called this late in the day. I thought those things were usually for the mornings....Ah, well. Can't blame these young folk for not taking into account that they have an enfeebled old man amongst them! Making sure his axe was secure at his hip, and his shield dangling from his back, he picked up his spear to use as a walking stick. The base of the Secluded Moons was a confusing mess of tunnels, but Fulk had been there long enough to figure it out. He would just have to head down the East Hall, take a turn at the Buttery, then go up a slight slope.

Not hard at all.

As he walked down the East Hall, he nodded at the other inhabitants of the base as they walked by. Cooks, armorers, numerous people with numerous professions. As he neared the Buttery, he decided to take a detour into it. Peeking in to make sure none of the cooks were about, he snuck in and helped himself to a loaf of bread. They owe me for years of service. Munching on the loaf, he stepped out of the Buttery and proceeded back on his way to the meeting hall. Taking the slope with a slight grunt of discomfort, he reached the top and stopped before the door. Pulling the latch, he opened the door, stepped in, and found a place to sit.

OOC: Elgen i see what you did there dont hate me!!!!!! lol


IC: Leliana squeezed the bow harder, somthing was definantly off everyone was tense

"Snow, do you sense it too"

"yep, somthing is not right here, meetings are never called this time of day, hey heads up four o'clock"

"What are you so nervous about? They're probably just going to force feed us another silly rule." a physically toned man with extremley scruffy hair aproached them

"I'm Richard by the way, and this here is Pam" Richard motioned to the Ferret on his shoulder. Leliana was a little unsure what to make of this man, she'd never seen him around before or so she could recollect

"uh hi im Leliana and this is Snow" She motioned towards Snow, glancing a quick look at the front Aliay wasnt there yet

"Whats wrong? somthing's not right thats what, everyone's tense if you didnt notice, we never get meeting bells this time of day" Leliana realeased her grip on the bow and held it in her left hand while stroking Snow's head with her right hand and just waited for Aliay.

Aliay - Secluded Moons Meeting Hall

Aliay stepped onto the stage to various calls and cheers, alot of questions were thrown at her and there were a large number of confused faces. "Please, calm down." She called out over the crowd, "Now is not the time for panic." She added, forcing a smile as her eyes sweeped across the large hall. She took a nervous breath and gripped the pedestal and for a second watched as her own daemon scuttled across it. How the hell do I tell them? she thought to herself as the noise began to die down.

"What I'm about to tell you will probably scare you all, but you must stay calm as we don't have very long." She said loudly, stepping infront of the pedestal, now that she was speaking, she was no longer nervous and the words just seemed to come to her, "The church has found us, as I speak now, they are amassing their troops outside of our gates in the hope of destroying us. They will fail." She stated, and to no surprise, people began to shout and talk to one another, the voices rang of fear and desperation, "Calm down, please!" She called out again, "This complex has several well hidden secret exits, you will escape via there, the guards and I will attempt to hold them off and distract them long enough for you to escape." As she spoke, the voices hushed as they listened to the plan.

"South of here, about a mile's run, there is a small Argonian camp, you will head there, they will take you to the outskirts of Black Marsh where you will be safe, you must do this, if you don't, all hope for our cause is lost - And the church must not win this day! Remember the sacrifice made today, let it fuel the fire in your hearts and may it keep you safe from harm." It was here that she walked back to the pedestal. "Now leave, gather your things! But be careful about it, you've got the time you need if you hurry but remember to walk! There are children among us and their daemons could easily be trampled upon." She added before turning away from them and walking into a back room.

"Well done." Remarked her daemon as he scuttled along next to her, "Now, let's kill us some soldiers."

Garn - Secluded Moons Meeting Hall.

The news was more than startling, I always knew we could be attacked - But I never figured we would.. he thought to himself as he wondered what he should do with himself, if he stayed - He might kill alot of soldiers but he'd die in the end, if he left - he might be able to save alot of lives. Then it's decided. he added, turning to walk towards his apartment. His armour and weapons were stashed there, it would've been suicide to leave without them.

As he walked, a feeling of claustrophobia began to arise, he began to envision himself in a series of caves surrounded by a massive force of soldiers, he looked at the faces next to him, he could tell many were also imagining themselves as being trapped. The idea of running away to Black Marsh however, displeased him - He'd joined the secluded moons to get his daughter back and to kill everyone who got in his way. Now that he was close to the enemy, he had to leave, it wasn't fair and he grunted in anger.

OOC: I'll leave you all a couple of posts before the attack begins, don't want to rush a potentially confusing time. Remember, when you do escape, find the hut and stay there, I don't mind what reason - Whether you're scared, confused or you're injured, as long as you're there everything is fine.

[edit] Spell checking is fun!

Aliay's words hit Kalila like a hammer. The church... Those creatures that dare call themselves holy... They were the ones responsible. It was their experiments that got Clarissa. It was their fault that she died so young... so tragically young... The memory of the little girl gripped Kalila's heart like a vice. It felt like it sunk into her stomach, yet at the same time rising to her throat. Her sinuses burned with the threat of tears.

Remember the sacrifice made today, let it fuel the fire in your hearts and may it keep you safe from harm.

Those words got to Kalila. The fire in her heart, moments ago freezing, began to burn angrily. She clenched her fists tightly.

"Kalila, come on! We have to get our stuff!" Mirage said frantically. She was looking around, her eyes darting all over the place.

Kalila wanted to fight. She wanted them to hurt, to cry, to burn, to writhe beneath her feet as she stomped the life out of them.

"What are you waiting for? They'll be here soon!"

She wanted their fresh blood on her hands, face, everywhere. And here was her chance.

Mirage gripped Kalila's arm in her mouth, dragging her away.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kalila demanded.

"Didn't you hear her? We have to get our things and get out of here!" Mirage said with her mouth still full.

Kalila grunted, realizing her only option. She couldn't take on an entire army. Its not like she was the Arch-Mage or anything. Yes, she was a damn good fighter and she could cause havoc with spellcraft, but she was in no way ready to take them all on. Beside, there was no way Mirage was even the slightest bit ready. They needed to escape, and do it fast. Soon, she was ahead of Mirage, who was still clamping on her arm and they burst into the bedroom.

Kalila reached on top of the wardrobe where she stored a backpack suited for a panther. She hurriedly tied the straps around Mirage's front legs, when the daemon began to whine.

"Kalila," she said with tremors in her voice. "I'm scared."

"I know," Kalila said. She began putting on her armor. It would slow her down a little, but she didn't want to have Mirage carry it. Besides, if it became too damaged, she could always stick of shield spells.

"What are we gonna do?" Mirage asked, as Kalila stuffed the pack with several balls of yarn. She then added a few repair hammers and a couple potions.

"First, I'm going to get our important things. Then we're getting the -censored- out of here." She said, sheathing her sword.

"Where do we go?" Next, a stuffed rat Mirage liked to sleep with. "I forgot where she said!" Her ears were folded back against head and her pupils in her wide eyes were dilated. Her whiskers were also pointed back.

"We go out to an Argonian camp and we'll wait there until we get taken to Black Marsh." Kalila knelt down and rubbed her head and neck. "Listen, I know you're scared. I'm scared too, but its really important that we keep calm. That way in case anything bad happens, we can think clearly. Can you do that for me?"

Mirage nodded, making somewhat of a pouty face. Kalila scratched behind her ears. She surveyed the room, making sure she remembered everything. After grabbing a bit of food and some water, she held the tether tied onto Mirage's pack and went out. She told Mirage that it was time to stay calm, but she was having trouble following her own advice. For the first time, she regretted spending the day training instead of having a drink at the bar.

"Well, there's probably a perfectly normal explan..." Richard started, but was cut short by Aliay entering the stage, proclaiming their certain deaths. "Huh... Alright, something not so normal then." he mumbled, and wondered if they had any chance of making it. He'd have to get his stuff from his room, and by then his closest exit would probably be crowded by fat imperials running for their silly lives. That's the problem of getting out underground Richard realised.

"Come on, lets get out of her" Richard said, both to Pam and to Leliana. "If I'm going to die soon, I intend to die over ground, I'm not some kind of silly dwemer"

As Ronius and Tatsu heared the small speech of Aliay, who stood there a couple of feet above the crowd. When Aliay said: The church has found us, as I speak now, they are amassing their troops outside of our gates in the hope of destroying us.
It came like a thunderstrike, first it stunned the crowd for one second and then a wall of sound came over Tatsu’s ears like a giant beach wave.
“This complex has several well hidden secret exits, you will escape there, the guards and I will attempt to hold them off…..”

Ronius eye’s came close to Tatsu’s face, while his blue eyes looked serious and cold, he told,
Tatsu, ill go to the workshop preparing myself for the upcoming battle, they can use an strong sorcerer to back up the frontliners. What I want you to do is go to the cantine, and try to take food that can hold 3 persons alive for 1 week. Then head up to the workshop there, where ill teach you something quickly, I don’t know if you are ready for it, but it has to do.

When Aliay ended his speech, Tatsu already glipped passed the crowd that was still listening, runned through the hall and came to the corner where the kitchen is. “Loafs of bread, apple’s, pears! Cheese bread? As he looked to the yellowish bread that smelled lightly to goatcheese.

Tatsu saw a brown bag with one handle hanging on a spike. “Oh well that has to do then”, and start immediately packing the food he could find, loafs of bread, onions, cheese, apple’s, pears, meat sausage and a garlic.
When his sack was half full, a storm of footsteps rose up in the hallway.
“Now it is a good time to get away!” he thought. As he made his way through the hallway people walked into the residence rooms to gather their stuff. Or small children looked frightened and took a hand of their parents. When Tatsu entered the workshop he saw Ronius putting up steel armor around his torso. “Can you give me a hand?”
As Tatsu helped Ronius with his armor, Ronius gave instructions to Tatsu.
Ronius: “Head to that Argonian camp, use the food to help your people, if needed, trade the food with the argonians for guides to cross the black marshes. I know you can make some healing and fatigue potions, in the cabinet door there is an used old mortar and pestle, take that. There is a rod to catch fish in the left corner of the room. Ok now the learning thing. Practise it while going towards the camp, since the only thing you do is a bit talking and walking. Concentrate on your mana pool deep from within, yes? Now put the hand on a wounded body part. Think about how the flesh and tissue grows back quickly and the skin covers the wound again.

Tatsu, looked to the movement of Ronius hands, fingers and how he explains the healing spell. For him it was he was outside his body, looking like a ghost towards the hand of Ronius and saw bright light coming out of his hand.
Suddenly he awaked and heard: “lets practise, your turn”

Ronius took a cooking-knife and made a small cut in his arm. “Heal this Tatsu.”
Tatsu’s heart jumped up into his throat. Wow, this is heavy stuff! I saw a priest doing it once to the cook. The cook burned his hands by the boiling oil, his hands looked like cracked leather with a crispy sound when he tried to move a finger. To heal such a wound you need to be at least journeyman! Am I that far? I admit, he can throw a couple of flares, made the stuff he carried somewhat lighter and when he was in a dark dungeon, making the environment much more brighter and somehow blue/grey. As he looked towards the cut Ronius made, his left hand glided towards the wound, his fingers met the soft somewhat hairy skin. He closed his eyes and thought about what Ronius said.
“I can do this, just think about how the wound heals”, Tatsu told himself. He tried calming his breath and concentrated deep within himself. Think Tatsu, Think! He felt a warm liquid flowing out of his left hand, as he continued to think about the wound, his head became light, he felt hisself suddenly weak, and heared Ronius fareaway saying, “that’s enough now”.
Suddenly his skin turned cold and grey and saw the floor of the workshop coming at him.
“This is going to hurt!”

Reason edit: soomthing out story +grammar...

ooc- Quick question: the fisherman's hut is not the Argonian camp, right? Where, approximately, is the hut, in relation to both the cult hideout and the camp?

ic-

"The church has found us, as I speak now, they are amassing their troops outside of our gates in the hope of destroying us. They will fail."

It was Curtis's nightmares come to life. Even in hiding in this cursed hole in the ground, he still was not safe from the church. It made him angry, and scared, and an entire mess of other emotions that, had he had any sleep in the last two nights, he would have had more presence of mind to sort out.

Curtis listened to the cult founder's instructions with half an ear, his attention split between the suddenly-more-ominous sounds of battle preparation and his own swelling panic. He wanted to fight the bastards, not run again!

But this is a chance to get out of this hole in the ground, a voice in the back of his head prodded. To be free from walls and ceilings, and see the open air again.

That was a temptation Curtis couldn't refuse. He could go after the attackers once he saw the sky again.

The impromptu meeting was dismissed, and Curtis sped off, carelessly jostling and shoving past other cultists (Savanah alighted off his shoulder after a particularly nasty bump, fluttering through the hall above his head). Most seemed to be heading back toward the residences, but Curtis had no intention of doing that--he still had all his things packed from his three-day project, and his foster family was more than capable of protecting itself.

He was therefore one of the first people at one of the secret exits, just behind a small squad of guards who were likely there to help clear the way. They were waiting for some sort of signal, it seemed, before they let anyone through the exit.

Shock magicka was still charging in Curtis's hand. He converted the energy into a shock shield, engulfing himself and the guards in ragged globes of electricity (drawing startled glances from some of the guards at the uninvited shielding). The glowing shields wouldn't be very stealthy, but, then, neither would a couple hundred escaping people and Daemons. At least this way, the people in the front (namely, the guards and Curt) would have a little protection, in case there was a small army standing on top of them.

As everyone departed the main hall Leliana just stood there gripping the bow again. Some people panicked and rushed while others remained calm and collected. Leliana, well she just couldnt move

"C'mon lets go!" Said snow as she nudged Leliana's hand with her nose

"I...i but..." She didnt know what to say or do, Leliana had only been to the surface a couple of times and now everything she knew was going to be destroyed, Snow started running round her letting out a low pitched whining howl. Snow was now full on barking at her

"Snap out of it come on!" Snow had, had enough she lightly bit Leliana's ankle but only enough as to get her attention

"Hey what the!" Leliana turned to Snow

"Sorry, im just well kinda scared ive practiced with this bow loads but just didnt think today was going to be the say i shot somone with it, come i guess we should go" They didnt need to retrieve anything as Leliana had all her worldy possesions on her which to say wasnt much. Making there way to one of the secret exits Leliana was the only one there, pushing open the trap door sunlight beamed into the cavern and her eye's. As she climbed out Snow followed suit, they found themselves along a wall of what she guessed to be Leyawins's outer wall. Now there was only one problem. Which way was south.

ooc: To Paint! Click on this link http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/9742/cyrodiilingame2.jpg to see an updated version of the aforeposted map. This one includes a rough idea of where the Secluded Moons base is in comparison to both the hut and the camp.

ic: Garn - His quarters

"Bah! Infernal locks!" He shouted at his chest as he kicked out against the lock he had placed onto it. After what seemed like several minutes, the lock broke into several pieces and Garn quickly set about taking out the items inside and placing them upon his bed. With ease and efficiency, he began to don his armour, he often remarked at how unfinished it was for in his spare time, he would often try to find new metals to make different pieces of armour from, lately, he'd been trying to find some decent steel - But in a place like this; it wasn't easy.

Soon, he was standing infront of a mirror, making sure everything was in place and he watched as he tugged hard against it, testing the straps. Atlast, he smiled and picked up his axe and shield; he was ready. With a few last minute checks he picked up his backpack and made sure to bring maps and what food he had lying around.

As he stepped out of his room, he heard shouting and the clammer of metal upon metal, Damnit! It's begun! he thought and looked towards a small child who seemed lost. He strapped his shield to his back, ran towards her and picked her up, she was crying and her daemon was cuddled close to her but it didn't take her long to cling to Garns armoured arm. "Hurry up! The attack has begun!" He called out loudly as he began to join a group of civilians that were pushing themselves up through a trapdoor leading outside.

Commander Winters - Outside the secluded moons base.

Commander Winters grinned proudly as he saw the attack begin, "Set out armoured scouts, groups of 3 minimum, I want them to search the forest for any survivors, order second company's third and fourth platoon." He ordered and turned to one of his captains. The man saluted and headed off to tell the company leader of his new orders. Within minutes a small portion of the attacking army seperated off and began to head into the forest.

With a large smile, he turned and mounted his horse, "I will be joining the caravan, let me know when the base is ours."

ooc: The attack has officially begun. Good luck!

Ronius tried to support Tatsu, but his hands could not find grip in the leather like clothes Tatsu weared, his body hit the floor and a small dust cloud arose.
"Great, now I have to fix him up and armies of the church are waiting for me outside!" Ronius thought. "Tatsu, wake up!", as he rolled Tatsu to his back. Tatsu's hide looked grey and felt cold. Ronius walked to a cupboard and took a bottle of wine from the shelf. With his teeth he grapped the cork and pulled it out. While spitting out the cork he pored down the liquir into Tatsu's mouth.
In a second Tatsu got up coughing and gasping for breath.
Ronius: "Are you alright now?"
Tatsu looked to Ronius still coughing and nodded for an yes answer.
"Ok, gather your stuff and move out. And may the nine divine be with you."
Then they both heared screamings coming down the hall. "?Censored-, they have entered the cave! Go with the civilians, I'll do the defensive part here!"
Ronius pulled out an iron longsword with cyrodilic inscriptions and runned towards the screams, Tatsu just catched a glins of the words on the sword, it said: "I have work for you".

Tatsu took the half full sack of food, the rod and the mortar + pestle hasty.
He ran out of the workshop and thought:"It was somewhere south, but where is south?" He continued down the hall were he didn't heard clatter of weapons. The cave gave him the cold shivers, "In the open I have at least some space for manoeuvring, when you have to fight here against an enemy soldier, its face to face. Thinking about the recent experience with the goblin, he didn't liked that at all! Darn what did Ronius gave to him? His throat burned with inner fire and felt a warm glow from his inside. At least he could move, he thought. "What would he do when he saw an soldier?
His right hand slided to his side and touched the short iron sword.
"Good thing I have this baby".
Futher down the hall, he saw a girl upset and stunned in the middle of the hallway. He walked towards her and saw an orc in full armor grabbing her and say: "Hurry up! The attack has begun!"
"I might as well follow the orc. Giving me some protection until we are both outside, and if some soldiers slipped past the cults defenses the last thing they would want to see is an armoured orc and a mage!"

So then it was true.

Terra looked on with a heavy heart as ranks of armed volunteers hurried towards the Temple's forces, ready to sacrifice themselves so that the rest of them, even her, could escape.

And yet, despite the weight of that coming sacrifice, Terra found herself unable to move. She felt as though...what, exactly? That she should stay behind and fight? That she shouldn't run away, should do the courageous and honourable thing by sacrificing herself to save the others?

For a moment, however brief, that's exactly what she felt. In those seconds, she couldn't help but feel a hint of shame, like she was being a coward while so many armed men and women were ready to die for her and the others. But the feeling was shortlived.

She cursed at herself silently for a moment: she had to look at his logically if she was going to be of any use at all, not get all caught up in emotion. She was no warrior, hardly knew any destruction magic...she could stay behind and try to help, but she probably wouldn't have been of much use. No...if she really wanted to help, to make their sacrifices mean something, she had to get out of there, to use her skills to help the survivors. That was the best thing she could hope to do.

At last, Terra spurred her legs to move. She made her way towards one of the secret exits, where two armoured men were watching over the groups of people being evacuated. As she was hurried past, she grabbed one of the potions out of her pocket, and handed it to one of the guards.

"May Auriel watch over you," the Altmer offered softly, a sympathetic smile on her lips, as if to say 'thank you...for everything.'

The guard hesitated for a moment, before taking the elixir. "That you, ma'am," the man replied, nodding. "Good luck."

With that, Terra continued forward, knowing full well she would never see that man again.

Leliana looked around her, it was beautiful sun and greenery before her eye's

"Enough gazing lets get going to the camp" said Snow, Leliana nodded at her and jogged off in a direction that she thought was south, but unbeknowest to her and Snow she was heading west straight over the secluded moons base. As they came to the edge of a clearing three legion soldiers passed by on patroll, they could hear the clashing of steel and spells flying in the distance

"Snow the attack has started, lets help anyone else who gets out" Leliana nodded to the three legion soldiers, Readying an arrow she took aim at the last soldier at let it fly, puncturing the soldier in the back of the neck she quickley readied another and took the next out with a shot to the back, dropping the bow she pulled out her daggers and sprinted towards the last guard she caught him quickley and sunk the dagger into the side of his neck. Snow caught up to Leliana with the bow in her mouth, Leliana took the bow and re sheathed th daggers

"Are you ok?" Snow inquired

"i... dont know i dont seem that bothered in all honesty, i thought i would. I guess it dosnt bother me because they'd do the same to me and you and the others, but i couldnt do it to somone who didnt deserve it" Leliana looked at snow, Snow had been wondering how Leliana would take killing and she apeared to be taking it as well as one could take it. Heading off across the clearing shouts could be heard from behind them

"Snow time to run lets go!"

Kalila and Mirage burst through, pausing as Kalila took in gasps of air. Her heart was pumping so hard that she was surprised it hadn't burst. All around them, everything was green and lush. Any other time, Mirage would be excited, jumping in the bushes and chasing butterflies. Now she was standing next to Kalila with her back arched and her tail sticking up for a few inches, then falling down to the ground. Her ears were folded back, twitching at every slight noise.

"Come on, come on, let's hurry," she said in a whisper. "We gotta go."

Kalila stood up, looking around. "I know... Let's see..." She looked up at the sky. "South should be...." She turned to her right. "This way. Come on."

She didn't have to tell Mirage twice. As soon as she pointed them in the direction, Mirage took off, dragging Kalila behind her.

"Mirage, wait!" She said, slowing herself. "Hang on!"

"What?" Mirage asked, halting. "We gotta move!"

"Yes, I know, but keep in mind that I'm wearing armor. If I run, they might hear us! Its just as important to stay quiet."

Mirage's tail slumped then rose to its original position. "Okay, okay... But please just hurry."

ooc- Thanks for the map, UM. That's perfect. And venix, hope you don't mind if I intercede. I'm tired of RPing with myself.

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It didn't take long before the sounds of battle started to creep up the hallways. The guards at Curt's exit swiftly climbed up through the trapdoor, did a quick sweep of the area to make sure everything was clear, and then started helping the soon-to-be refugees climb up and out. By this point, a small crowd had gathered around the exit.

Curtis was among the first ones up. Savanah fluttered off his shoulder and took up a position in a nearby tree, her head swivelling around as she kept watch.

Curtis paused at the top of the trapdoor, frozen as he took in his first glimpse of the outside in fifteen years. He was surrounded by a damp, musty scent, and the sounds of insects and frogs. The air was fresh, and smelled of all those wilderness things he'd forgotten about, and the sky! Gods, the sky!

Elation: that was the primary emotion running through him. The powerlessness that had gripped his life was swept away, and his entire being was suddenly thrumming with anticipation, as if stepping on open ground again somehow made him capable of things he couldn't do before.

The other cultists were all turning south behind him, but Curtis stayed rooted in one spot. He didn't want to go into hiding again... he was sick of hunkering in holes in the ground, where it seemed there was never enough air, and a loud noise could induce a cave-in. He wanted to be free. But more than that, he wanted revenge.

He headed off in a different direction from the fleeing cultists, much to the protests of guards and Daemon.

"Curtis, what are you doing?" Savanah asked as they left the other cultists behind. The owl now flew loose rings ten feet above his head, following him as he headed deeper into the woods. "You're going the wrong way."

"I'm not going into hiding again. I can't handle any more caves."

"I am as relieved as you to be out of the caverns, but it's unwise to go out looking for trouble."

Curt didn't answer her, concentrating on using his staff to bat rough foliage aside.

"You have no battle experience, and you're a thinker, not a fighter. If you're planning what I think you are, you don't stand a chance."

But Curtis pointedly ignored her. He could hear alarmed shouts in the distance, and took off after them.

He stopped on a small hillock in the wilderness. Below him, he could see a young woman and a white wolf that was obviously not wild running through the trees. He vaguely knew the Asluitian and Daemon pair from around the guild--Leliana and Snow. Hadn't they had some classes together? Bah, Curtis had no memory for those sorts of things.

Some ways away from them, five legion soldiers were crashing through the underbrush toward her, shouting and making an awful general ruckus.

Before they could notice Curtis watching, (he was still surrounded by that glowing Shock Shield, after all), Curtis summoned a Scamp into the legionnaires' midst. They stopped short with shouts of surprise. They all quickly turned to dispatch the Scamp (it was only a Scamp, after all), but only got a couple swings in before Curtis shot the most powerful Burden spell he could muster into their clump, easily doubling the wieghts of their weapons and armor. All five stumbled and hunkered against the sudden weight. Two of the Legionnaires fell to the ground with shouts, unable to bear their loads.

Curtis stifled something that bubbled up in his throat... it felt alarmingly like a giggle. Was he supposed to be enjoying this? He was enjoying this!

The Scamp bounced between the five guards, whacking at the ones that were down, and dodging the three still swinging at it. As Curt watched, though, one of them turned, and noticed Curt standing there, fifty feet away.

"To arms!" the legionnaire cried. "We've got a mage!"

The other two who could still stand turned, one swiftly dispatching the Scamp. The three then hefted their weapons and charged him.

Curt swiftly reversed the Burden spell on the three of them and shot a Feather spell into them instead. He laughed, exhilerated, as the three stumbled and fell, overbalanced.

For a moment, he knew why so many mages went mad with power, and could kind of sympathize.

As soon as Garn had made it out of the secret entrance, he handed the small child to someone else; he couldn't go around carrying a baby and protecting the civilians. He looked around for signs of trouble and wasn't surprised when he saw 3 legion guards hurrying towards them, one of them was carrying a large net and the other two seemed to be simple foot soldiers. Garn instantly fell into a combat position- his shield raised and his axe arm loose, he looked again at the men and roared loudly, the guards looked stunned slightly and turned their attention to him instead of the escapees, "Come on you imperial dog!" he barked and charged towards them, his heavy feet thumping against the ground.

The first guard reacted efficiently, side stepping Garn and raising his sword to slash against his back but fell back in shock as his blow was defended by Garn's shield, the man then dropped dead as the Orc followed through with his axe to the neck. The other guards looked shocked as they watched as Garn tugged the weapon out of the man and stomped atop his skull, however, they quickly gained the courage to fight him and the guard holding the net dropped it into the ground and drew a sword, the two legionnaires looked to each other before charging, Garn raised his shield to protect him from one of the hits and charged into the attacker, knocking both of them to the ground, thankfully - It was Garn who managed to get up first and shoved the edge of his shield into the mans chest, it didn't pierce the armour and did nothing more than wind the man.

Garn roared again at the last guard who simply looked to his friends and ran, deciding it wasn't worth it. Garn then turned his attention the winded guard and quickly executed him with a swift chop to the neck. Exhausted - Garn stepped back towards the secret entrance where he kept lookout for more legion soldiers. "Hurry up godamnit!" He shouted to the civilians.

Richard was at first trying to avoid the mass of people that quickly erupted after the horrible message delivered by the boss. However, a few conclusions later he was massing with the rest of them. The chances of him knowing about an exit the others didn't were very slim. So slim infact he didn't bother with them at all. Panic seemed to be the only thing explaining his current mindset, but it was quickly replaced but a far more sinister chain of thought. Defiance.

"Hell, Pam, we're going to die here no matter what we do. But lets just make the best of it, shall we?" Richard said with a hellish grin to Pam, as he stopped mid-corridor, and turned against the flow. "What the hell are you doing?" Pam replied, her voice quite strained from trying to sound less furious than she was. "Just get along with it, miss. We've been living on a knife's edge for too long now." he replied, and headed into a side corridor.

After a few bends and turns, in where the corridors became more and more desolate, Richard finally found his goal. A couple of guardsmen over the body of a dead man. The man had apparently tried to defend himself instead of running. A sound choice.

"Oi, you two [censored]ers, come here so I can clobber you" Richard shouted with a grin. Pam made sure to make herself seen so that these two men knew that he was the enemy. Richard got his axe from his belt and sprinted down the corridor as soon as the guardsmen started the chase. "What's the plan" Pam asked hurriedly as they ran, with Richard's response being nothing but a shake of his head. "Boys..." she said, but if one looked closely one might spot a smile on the ferrets face.

A few turns later, as Richard looked over his back to check on his pursuers he hit something that seemed like a brick wall. Richard tumbled over on the ground, before quickly getting on his feet again when he realised his brick wall had been another couple of soldiers. He quickly digged his axe into the neck of the man he'd hit, before tumbling onwards around the corner, only to discover the men had been guarding an exit. It seemed fate had other plans for Richard and Pam than to let them die here underground.

Fulk had really been all that surprised to hear that the Secluded Moon's base had been compromised. No group with their numbers can long stay hidden. When their leader had annoucned that they should quickly go about getting their personal effects, the old warrior was happy that he already had on him everything he needed to go on. Moving quickly, he left the meeting hall. Thoughts were racing through his head as he was pushed and shoved by panicking people, fearful that they would be slaughtered. The commander had told them all to make for the secret exit, but a good deal of these people were simply trying to find places to hide. In the crowd, he saw a few of his younger students, huddled against the wall with terrified looks on their faces.

Striking with the flat of his axe, he fought his way over to the children, who at first were mistook him for a legionnaire. One of them, a small dunmer boy, lashed out with a dagger. A quick movement by Fulk later, he was pinned to the ground, the dagger have been kicked away by the crowds. "Damnit, boy! Do you not recognize your teacher?" He glared at his students, who now saw him for who he actually was. "Why are you all huddled here like cowards? Is that how I taught you?" He lifted the dunmer boy up roughly and the other children also stood from their positions. "You know what you must do. Quickly, go to the training hall and claim as many weapons as you can carry comfortably. I suspect we may need them. Dunmer," his harsh gaze then turned on the one who tried to stab him, "I want you to come with me to the exit. Any fool who mistakes an old Breton for a Legionman can be trusted to think on his own."