What? They don't want to kill me? Is this some sort of trick?

'Thank you,'' he said to Salvius, ''But why wouldn't you want me to die? Is that not why I was the bait? I am grateful, but still confused.''

John looked at his left hand were he was wounded and wondered how life would be like without it. He was right-handed so the loss of it wouldn't be to great.

There must be a potion somewere in the fort.

John drew his long sword, ''I'm going to go find myself a potion,'' said John as he walked towards the fortresses gates, ''Anyone else bit here? Speak up!''

Moderator: Too many OOC posts - they have gone away. Either use PM or link up with IM.

Groaning slightly, Garath opened his eyes... and closed them as they started stinging painfully. He found that he was lying facedown in something wet... from the taste of it, it was blood.
With trembling limbs he pushed himself up, and when on his knees he wiped his eyes with his left hand. Looking around, all he could see was bloody bodies and darkness. Nothing moved.
He tried to stand up, but his legs failed him, and as he tried to brace the fall with his hands he noticed his right arm wouldn't move. Looking down at it, he found it pierced with his own dagger, and from the looks of it, it was broken and out of its joint. He was just wondering why he wasn't feeling any pain, when a red haze of agony wracked through his body. It seemed it was not only his arm that was wounded, he managed to think as he felt several deep cuts all over his body, and even a few of what he realised must be his own throwing knives imbedded in his back. Luckily, they weren't long enough to be fatal anywhere except the neck and head. He doubted the vampires would know that, though.

After lying there shaking for a long time, he finally grit his teeth together and managed to rise up. He dared not remove the knives from his body, afraid of losing more blood than he already had.
'Am I the only one left alive?' The thought shot through his head as he took in the carnage around him. After stumbling to the cave's exit though, he realized a few of his fellows were standing outside, looking as torn and worn out as him. 'good, at least a few of us survived...'
Shuddering slighty, he merely kept silent about how grave his wound were, and after bandaging a few of them with pieces of cloth torn from his cloak merely fell into the ragged line of soldiers that walked back to the outpost.

What met them there was not a friendly welcome though, merely another carnage. It seemed all the legionairse left behind were dead, except for a single soldier.
Cursing slighty for himself, more for the pain that once again made itself known, he realised that if they didn't find the kajiit mage soon, he would bleed to death and be dead as surely as the unlucky fellows in the outpost...

As the Captain dashed off towards the fort in search of Halbari, Salvius was halted by a figure behind him speaking to him. The voice was easily recognisable, it was John. Oh great what could he possibly want? Salvius thought, rolling his eyes. If there was one thing he didn't need it was garbage from people like John. However this time it was different, his comrade didn't want to be a nuisance and actually behaved respectfully to the Sergeant. Suprising Salvius a fair amount in honesty, maybe the recent events had changed him, made him see the real world which was monstrous and wickedly unforgiving.

''Thank you, but why wouldn't you want me to die? Is that not why I was the bait? I am grateful, but still confused.'' John asked, appearing perplexed at the fact of Salvius looking out for him.

''Because even though you can be a self-centered idiot at times, you're still a Legion, and still a human being. And people don't deserve to die for being obnoxious, annoying as it may be. And before you go on, the bait was not my idea, and we knew you would survive. But maybe now you'll think about what you say eh?'' At the end of his sentance Salvius smiled faintly at John, giving a hard pat on the back. Maybe now he would mature a little bit more.

Salvius jogged sluggishly back through the gates and back into the fort, his knee really starting to swell up. If he kept up his acts, his leg may just explode. After almost slipping on a puddle of bright red blood, the Imperial pointed to Ferrus the body of Halbari, it was twitching prefousily and the khajit's eyes were rolled back into his head. The facial expression on Halbari suggested he was scared and nervous, as if having some sort of nightmare. Sal looked down on his comrade shaking his head in sadness, looks like me might have to be put down, a tear started to drip down his eye at the thought. The body kept wriggling and shuffling, unable to keep still. Halbari looked on the verge of turning. The bite mark was large and even looked like it was starting to bleed even more. John on the other hand still appeared to be sane, however it would only be a matter of time before he changed. Sal looked to John, he seemed to be trembling slightly in fear of what could happen. The Captain needed to decide what to do.

''Sir what are we gonna do with him? I hate to say it but he looks on the verge of turning! We got to think of something to do, and fast!'' His tone went from calm to panicked in almost an insant, only the gods know what was going to happen to the Khajit. Sal was pulling on his hair in stress, he turned to the other men. ''C'mon don't just stand there! Do something! Get some kind of towel and cover up his wounds, stop any kind of infection from spreading, who knows if it's airborne.'' Sal didn't know much about medics, but everybody else seemed so dazed that he needed to take control.

Sal slumped him self down on a bench, thinking of what to do, as he waited for Ferrus to reply.

OOC:Guys if we don't slow down I'm gonna have to quit. I had to catch up on almost 2 pages!

Orion looked at the bloody sight of the Khajit on the floor and grimaced. He could not watch, it was to much like the way his father died. Orion hid in a corner, covered himself with cloak and watched as they tried to revive the cat.

OOC: Lupercal.... What teh [censored]? You were at the CAVE with me and the restof the players. And what the hell? Ran up to the captain and turned him to bloody confetti? I AM the captain.. Listen to the RP don't post a bunch of rambling nonsense. Basically your entire post is B.S... Please either edit everything out or edit it so it goes along wiht the f*cking rp.\

IC:

Ferrus's heart dropped when he saw his loyal recruit reduced to a bloody pile of twitching limbs. The bite mark on his neck, even if cured may be fatal. He saw John run past saying something about getting the potion for himself.

"Quick! We must hurry and get the potion before John does so we can save this poor Khajiit!" exclaimed Ferman before sprinting down the hall as fast as his old, weary legs could take him. He saw John holding the potion, but he also noticed something else. The man's left arm was cut off at the elbow, ripped shirt cloths wrapping it tight. The Captain's heart soared with pride.

"I.. I don't know what to say John. Besides that I'm proud of you... You've grown up a lot this past day, and I am going to be true to my word. As of now you are Sergeant!" shouted Ferrus in joy. Then he realized the boy had just lopped off his arm, and by himself at that. He was probably exhausted from blood loss and the experience of the ordeal. "You must be tired.. Come. We will administer the potion to Halbari while you get some rest. And that's an order, soldier," he said with a wink, then he took the potion and led John down the hall.

OOC: This post was supposed to come after the 1 John just posted

OOC: this happened prior to the last post.

''V-very well. I'm going into the fort. I'll be back. I'm just going to go in the kitchen and find anything that can slow down the infection. ,'' replied John as opened the gate doors. And walked in before anyone replied.

The fort was dark and it was a mess, it looked as if tornado struck the place.. He then heard a couple men talking down the hall. They were vampires. There was 2 of them.

Oh [censored].

John's wound began to bleed more.

''I smell fresh blood.'' Said one of the vampires as he walked towards john down the hall.

John darted behind a crate. When the vampires walked by John struck at one at their legs. in a single blow they fell to there knees. they were about to scream.

John held his blade to their throats, ''Make one sound and I'll cut your throats.''

The vampires remained silent.

''On second thought. i'll do that anyways,'' said John he slid his blade along there neck. Blood dribbled from their wounds as they died instantly.

Just down the hall was the kitchen. No more more vampires were in site but he dare not explore the fort further to find out if there were more.

He qiuckly went to the kitchen for the potion cabinet. There was a potion of cure disease. Only one.

At that time John remembered the Khajit. If john was to give the potion to the khajiit and cut off his own arm they both would live. But if he was to take the potion for himself. The khajiit would die and he would kepp his left arm.

This was a hard description for John.

Although, even he couldn't live with knowing he let another man die because of his greed.

At that time, john grabbed a cleaver from the kitchen knife rack and rested his arm on the cutting board. john swung the cleaver down as hard as he could and it landed midway down his left arm. He was no without his left hand and there was no chance of further infection.

John grabbed the potion of cure disease, which was for the injured khajiit, and made his way out of the fort

As John strolled off to the kitchen for some sort of potion, Salvius repeadly tried to pump Halbari's heart back, forgetting that the potion could of been used for him instead of John. It was no use bothering trying to wake up the khajit, nothing worked. The Sergeant had shaked his head vigorously, thrown water and even blood on to his face, but in the end the Imperial just accepted that he was out cold and only a high quality potion or spell would revive him. ''Dammit!'' Sal exclaimed loudly, kicking a cup across the floor in frustration. As he did this, Salvius could hear commotion around the kitchen, even the sound of blades being drawn, ableit almost mutely. There was no time for relaxing, it was clear that there had to be something around. Sal drew his sword and peered soundlessly peered round the corner into the room.

Nothing was in sight, and Salvius had a hard gaze around the room. However it was only until ten or so seconds that he spotted two freshly killed vampires, throat's slit and dead like they deserved to be. Although it worried Sal that he couldn't see anyone. ''Who goes there?'' The Imperial looked around the room vigantly, keeping his sword poking fowards. Almost instantly John appeared round the corner. Obviously he was looking for some sort of potion. And in fact he did, however it was odd. The soldier hadn't drunk it yet, instead it was resting in his shaky hands. Horrificly, yet nobely, John had sacrificed one of his own hands to help another soldier, and to stop any risk of spreading. It was bloody and vile, scars and bruises surrounded it. He looked to be in excrutiating pain, shaking and twitching. But with that said, it's better then being a vampire. Salvius was proud this day, hairs stood up on the back his neck and for the first time, it felt an honour to serve with John. Nonethelss, Sal wasn't going to assume he had turned to some kind of Saint, he could still be the same ole John on the inside.

The Captain rushed into the room, congradulating John. But rather rashly, promoted the man to Sergeant. Salvius almost cringed at the though. One good deed and he's a Sergeant? The Imperial thought, shaking his head. The boy was only in his young 20's without any experience of commanding men. He wanted to question the Captain, but this was not the time. The was a time for celebration on Johns part.

''Well...Where do I start? Look, I won't lie, you suprised me today John. I woulda' never seen that coming in truth. But you did well. Lets just hope you keep this up eh?'' Sal spoke respectfully and honourably to John, seeing as it was fitting. After looking at the man he appeared to be in a dreadful state. He was slumped, eyes looked almost lifeless and could barely balance. The loss of blood, and general confusion, would make anyman drowzy and tired. The potion needed to get to Halbari quick, and at the moment, John was far from quick.

''C'mon, well dones and thank you's can be done later. Halbari is almost turnin' in there! Lets go!'' With that, Sal snatched the potion from John's stiff hands. He sprinted at his best ability towards the Khajit.

Once the men reached Halbari, Sal knelt down over him, opened the cat's mouth and gently administered the potion down into his gullet. After it had been finished the Imperial throw the bottle carelessly across the room, waiting for any reaction from the khajit.

ooc: Has anyone tried looking in the healers room for potions.. the kitchen wouldn't be the only place to fine ready made potions of all sorts Considering Zhan is smart enough to leave plenty behind. And cutting off your hand doesn't remove the infection. Onces it is in it is in til you turn or get cured.

OOC: dude... do you know that for a fact? And the fort would be crawling with vamps. Going deep with in it would be suicide.


IC:
John laid on a bedroll.

Wait a minute. I just cut off my arm for some worthless cat! Was I not thinking? F***!

He began to come out of shock and started to feel the pain. He began kicking his legs forward and screaming in pain, with his hand practicality ripping his hair from his skull as throbbed his whole body violently. He looked like a warm as he jerked around in great pain.

He then screamed in pain, ''F**K!,'' he yelled at the top of his lungs.

OOC: Sibera he was only bit for half an hour / an hour.. That's barely any time for the infection to spread past his arm. Chopping off his arm stopped the infection.

ooc: Eh ok. Hey I'm gonna move on from my current spot and meet up with you guys cause Jerod hasn't posted for two days.

ic: Zhanja had healed Ladlin, stopping the bleeding and replenished his bodies, blood for the most part. Wanting to spare any magick he had left. The khajiit and argonian travveled to the fort to meet the grisley sight outside. Zhans heart jumped three beats when he saw the mess, his skin under his fur going paler realizing the mess these men were in. The sickly sweet smell of blood wafted from inside the fort, the blood sprays on the door a clear indicator of what had happened..."You..have..got..to be kidding.." he muttered in rather surprise.

Captain Ferrus rushed over Ladin. Then he called back to Sal, "Salvius you're relieved. Welcome back Ladin," he said, wrapping the Argonian in a bear hug. "I.. Have some bad new. From the look in Zhan's eye he figured it out already. Those vampires that ambushed us outside the cave were coming back from slaughtering the men we left at the outpost," he wiped a tear from his eye. "They got all of them.. Both John and Halbari were bit. John lopped his own arm off to save Halbari.. We only had one cure.. I'm proud of John, he might be annoying but he just set a good example for the honor of our.." the Captain was about to say Legion, but him and his men were no longer part of the "Emperors" Legions. "Our Knights of Freedom."

The khajiit simply had an emotional shutdown, to much all at once. The captain seemed rather releived the argonian had come back but didnt say a thing to him, Zhan took a step forward, tail slightly twitching as he heard about John cutting off his own hand to save the other. While noble it seemed... irrational to perform something so..blunt to ones body. In a rather.. icey tone Zhan spoke "knights of freedom my ass" with that said he took a few more steps forward tossing off his tattered robe taking a good look at everyone, johns incessant screaming from the pain of his own hand (Arm? not sure. Clarify on the specific part?) now missing and shooting a good deal of blood everywhere. The khajiit passed out on the ground in a bloody mess, everyone was injured in some way or another. Everyone here is hurt, sick or otherwise... I didnt think it could come down to such extremes.. I mean.. I have been through this before... the raid on Sphinxmoth Legion fort us tribals suffered many injuries but we took the fort and prisoners. But the injuries, the mental scarring from the young ones... the pain that grips them, that they pass on to others.. its to much.. this is to much.. Ca I handle this..? Can my body handle this challenge... can my mind handle it? if I cant get to my equipment inside.. who will die and who will live will rely on heavy decisions... This is not any kind of test I have ever been through.... his face was blank, even with the screaming of John which gave him a headache but that didn't seem to phase him right then But here we are once more, same scenario however we are the hunted, not the hunters. Many died becuase of a lack of judgement and a stab happy commander, soldiers who wont speak their thoughts on something which sounds so... absurd. These people, their minds and bodies will bare many scars after this day... many will hold heavy weights upon them. he thought still with that blank look as he looked down to one of the younger soldiers that were present at the outpost, this one was a kid, someone whom had at the time annoyed Zhan occasionally with questions on alchemy and alcohol uses in it and other subjects..then.. something seemed to enter his mind those memories of Sphinxmoth legion fort,

Blood had made the sand run red in the evening sun, both khajiit and Imperial alike lay dead, dieing or wounded. The cries of the wounded, the stench of the dead. The stone work of the fort decorated in a macabre of crimson and steel. The Imperials were being executed if they weren't dead, killed slowly and painfully, needlessly dragged out in a cruel manner. Many of the war leaders telling how they deserved it all. Zhanja looked to the book in his hand and read it, the book contained beautiful letters to a loved one which belonged to one of the recruits at the fort. Some of these soldiers weren't even that..they were kids. Teens, adolescents who had enlisted when they were young...

His right eye, the cut that went over it started stinging again as the world came back to his mind, the khajiit shook his head as he placed a paw finger to the corner of his eye and then looked to that finger tip as it held something. almost a shock to himself as it was a tear. Shakily the khajiit wiped his eye, smearing blood from the wound through his fur trying to get rid of the obvious sign of deeper emotion. His other hand however was clenched tight, claws digging deep into the palm of his hand, causing it to bleed, looking down he pried his paw apart and licked at the wound, the blood... his own blood as sweet as it was... a solemn reminder of things. His mind taking another sharp turn, suppressing the memories that this scene had brought up he looked at the imperial in a rather deep, growling, heavy Elsweyr' Accent he snapped "John, Man up and grow some balls! Your the idiot who cut of his OWN hand..." his paws seemed to twitch as he did his best to suppress the raw energy of these emotions, from the outside it looked like he was switching between nervous breakdown to complete blankness.


ooc: yeah, Which exact part did john cut off, people say hand, others say arm.

OOC: Yea it was midway down huis arm. Were the elbow is.








IC:
Embarrassed John stopped screaming in pain. And just looked at the kahjiit to tried who insulted him.

He's right. I'm an idiot for doing this to my self. But I guess it was the right thing to do.. For the cat-man, right?


Angered now at what zhan said he stood up., stumbling on to his feet. ''Shut your f*****g trap! I'm pretty sure I out-rank you now. So you better watch what you say, you f*****g healer pansy.''

*Quit

*Quit

ooc: O,o there goes two o.o

ic: Zhan turned his head and gave the now wobbly standing john a piercing glare, turning to face the man fully he said in a tone that could send blood cold "Is that a fact imperial?" The panther like khajiit began to walk towards him gripping his wakizashi like a dagger he flicked it out of its sheathe and into his paw. "How about we test the theory..." Being emotionally unstable, it seemed johns comment and insult had provoked him at the wrong time.

OOC: What the [censored] are people leaving for...

IC:

"People please, be calm.. We cannot afford to be angry with one another in these desperate times. We have a day to rest, I suggest you all make the best of it," said Ferrus to the Imperial and the Khajiit. "Now get some rest; we all need some."

Ferman unrolled a bed roll, and crawled into its dirty sheets.

Somewhere in the forest, a weary Captain went into his dreams and nightmares.

Edit: OOC: I started a new RP called Imperial Mafia if yall want to check it out 8)

John then waited for the Captain to go to sleep, ''Seems like your kind! Challenging an extremely wounded man who had just lost an arm to fight, huh? Your on!'' said John careful not to wake the Ferrus. He would surely get in trouble if he found out John got into a fight with the healer!

John then spat on the foot of the khajiit.

''Lets dance, b****!'' he said pushing the khajiit in the chest, sending him back a little.

He looked at John, shaking his head, then being pushed he took a step back from the push he frowned "Grow up John. Your the one who made the threat and insult. Im currently in a state which you really..really wouldnt want me to lose control." he sighed turning away from John trying to take the "higher road" and making it known in his voice to awake the captain from Johns actions. He muttered something as he tried to contemplate a way to get out of the fort. He had a way in with a recall spell to his quarters as he always kept it active so that when he was out ingredient gathering he didn't need to drag it all back. He was trying to remember the most direct way out and what he was most needing to get. "John Im not looking to beat you up. I wont follow your orders and right now I need alittle space to figure out how to treat your arm to keep it from infection and such." he ripped off the left over pieces of cloth from his armour and looked at him "Wrap your arm in these for now" with that he looked to the others and cast the recall spell, a light shone as his body dematerialized and rematerialized inside his quarters.

The room was dark and the door however was unlocked and closed thankfully. A quick scan of his room revealed many bottles and his lab shattered from a fight, a corpse and blood on the ground. Sighing softly he got to work grabbing two bags one was a backpack the other was a bottle carrier. Going quickly to his liquor cabinet where he kept his high grade alcohol for potion use and loaded up six medium sized bottles of different kinds. His eyes darting around he went for his ingredient cabinet quickly, removing several small packages of mushrooms, flowers and a few fruits. Taking only the necessities Zhan went for a potion cabinet and grabbed a few premades and skulled an invisibility and feather potion, Putting on the backpack, grunting under the weight and slung the potion bottle carrier over his right side. Pushing his door open and stared down the bloody, dark hallway the khajiit began to sprint as fast as he could out of the fort. Avoiding vampires as best he could, sliding around a corner skidding on blood. His form blending with the shadows as he got down onto the ground and pressed against some crates as vampires passed him, as soon as they rounded the corner he shot off again like a sling shot.

The door was near, he could smell the fresh air but could feel his body wearing out quickly, he crashed into a vampire infront of him whom had been caught by surprise. Both of them tumbling to the floor, before the vamp could call out Zhan kicked it in the head breaking its jaw. The beast gripped its throat and zhan picked it up and kicked it again in the chest slamming it against the wall angrily, followed up with it grabbing him and tossing him out the front door of the fort. Zhan got up and hissed, feeling very unbalanced and weak, the beast ran up at him, Zhan caught it by the throat kicking out its knees and snarled biting into its throat in a Death vice grip his claws digging in as he paralyzed it and began to absorb its life and energy from it. Those watching would see the blood turn black as the beast tried to struggle but failed as it grew weaker and weaker before dieing. He threw the beast down and let out a satisfying growl as he felt recharged and spat out the vampires blood. He shivvered lightly, the taste giving him a bit of a buzz.

ooc: Feral khajiit anyone ? xD And Walrus, I made this as good as possible to make it more realistic in terms of spell working and logic :3

OOC: if anyone wants they can rp my character and kill him.

I entered the RP too late, i think brnging my character furthr in will screw it up seeing as it's already rolling so i am leaving. orion hadn't really done anything so it won't make anything different. should have found out about it sooner

*Quit* (Sry)