As the door was slam shut, Amiel's sword plunged into the wooden body of the door. He pulled it out, only to see flames shoot out of the hole in the door. The entire house was on fire, and it was too dangerous to pursue him. Just as this happened, Waylas arrived at the house after hearing the commotion.

"Waylas! Circle around to the back of the house!"

Obeying the command, Waylas went into the houses backyard to monitor for a rooftop escape. Amiel stayed on street level, waiting for the traitor to jump.

"Come down you cowardly bastard!"

Calednras stood there. He called down to Amiel "So, great warrioir, are you going to let me burn from my own FIRE?!? Are you too cowardly to avenge your friends death properly!?!? Come fight me, like a warrioir, you coward! Yuor friend squaled liked a pig as i ran him down, Had he got the chance, the fool would have begged for MERCY!

The flames weren't life threatening yet.

IC: "Do you take me for a fool? IT would be TOO MERCIFUL to merely cut you down. Your slow, roasting death will be satisfactory."

Amiel watched with glee as the fool tried to taunt him into coming up. Amiel favored things like life sentences over the death penalty for the sole reason that they involved more suffering then a execution. The same was true when comparing decapitation to burning someone alive.

Radek lay on the ground outside of the ruins, moving slowly on all-fours, as quiet and quickly as the wind. The Corprus attacked Cheydinhal a few days ago, attacking at night. Like they always do... Radek moved quicker, until he was at what looked to be the remains of a house.

He peaked his head out and looked around, No ones here....at least for now, he examined the surroundings for a few more seconds before moving silently to the front of the house. The Corprus had done a real number of Cheydinhal, the walls had been torn through like paper, houses seemed to be smoldering piles of debris. The only thing that seemed recognizable was the Castle. Radek sighed deeply before moving on down the streets, running quickly, and silent. He stopped by a few houses and rummaged through the wreckage, in hopes to find something useful.

After failing to find something, he continued his way through Cheydinhal, but then quickly dove behind behind a ruined building when he saw several figures by the castle. Did they see you? A voice from within asked, Radek grunted and shook his head, I don't think so...

He poked his head out, making sure he wasn't seen, he watched the figures. There was at least three or four of them, but Radek couldn't make it out. Dont mind them, just do what you came here to do! The voice said again to him, seemingly in a hurry. Radek growled lowly, but reluctantly agreed. He picked himself back up and snuck around the building, being as quiet as possible. He made a false step, and startled a flock of birds resting in the sun above him. ''Goddamnit!'' He whispered loudly, as the birds whizzed away like organic arrows, cawing incredibly loudly. Radek, fearing that those mysterious figures saw it, ducked down into the remains of a house, in a shade covered area, his dark green scales blended in with the shade, only showing a faint green outline if one was to look hard enough.


OOC: Sorry if I'm little bit behind :/

Calendras opened the trapdoor and fell down into his study, he looked at the door which led to the stairs. he picked up a scroll that he had thought useless in the dusty mists of the bottom of his desh. A Jump Scroll from morrowind, illegal in cyrodil. He ran back up to the rooftop and looked at Amiel and said "Looks like the end is near friend. I repent all my ev- KIDDING! BYE!" He recited the spell from the scroll and leapt from rooftop to rooftop. At the city gates he realised that he had no slowfall spell.

Bummer... He sat there trying to think of away to get down without breaking every bone in his body


OOC: Sorry for the Deus Ex Machina

Amiel 's heart sank as Calendrsa began to make his escape, but his rage drove him on anyway. Waylas and Amiel followed Calendras on the street level, unitl they finally reached Calendras' position.

"What's this? No slowfall spell? You could always just jump down, I'll catch you with my sword!"

Amiel then turned to waylas, and issued a second set of orders: "Get a bow and arrow. When he attempts to come down, shoot him."

Waylas dashed towards a weapons shop, and rummaging through the weapons, found a bow and 10 arrows. Bringing them to Amiel's position, he took aim at Calendras and fired an arrow towards the atlmer's hip.

Watching the events unfold with the Necromancer, Primo assembled the gaurd of Cheydinhal.
" Surround the building, kill him if he comes off that roof. "
Primo went and stood beside Amiel, as if to say " I am with you ."

Hirrus readied his bow, aiming for the Altmer's chest.
Fey watched excitedly with his sword drawn at the ready.

He has forced my hand... Now he undoubtedly must die.

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The large group followed the Necromancer as he jumped from the rooftops, stopping on either side of the gate.
Bows ready, they prepared to fire.

Men on the walls too aimed their bows.
This dreaded Altmer would not kill anyone else...

Calendras hearing the conversation was sitting with his back turned to one of the massive battlemeents. "Nice try" he thought. "Well then! I can sit here as long as i want. The corprus beasts will come eventually!"

He started humming. The imperial guards were here now. No one was getting to him now. Jump spells were illigal in Cyrodil, the guards would make sure no mages tried any funny business. "Can anyone bring me a sandwich!" He called "I'm getting hungry!"

" Even a Necromancer cannot defeat as many men as are against you now. The Legion stands against you, and the Legion, always wins in the end. Your bluff is weak, i may yet decide to end this longgg before the Corprus come. "

Hirrus grinned, pleased by the situation.
He began to chuckle at his plight.

Hirrus called out loudly,
" Some men must go across the walls to get him, we will stay here, bows at the ready."

Radek heard a commotion, he slowly maneuvered him self across the ruined building and looked through a small hole on the wall.

His eyes immediately found themselves looking at an Altmer standing on the roof of a house not ten yards away.

"What's this? No slowfall spell? You could always just jump down, I'll catch you with my sword!"

Radek looked over, seeing a few other people in front of the house, shouting random threats at the Altmer. One of the men shouted something, and another man ran off. Then a strange rattling sound startled Radek, he turned to see the man that had run off, was in the same building as Radek, rummaging through the wreck.

Radek stayed still, and didn't realize he stopped breathing. The darkness around him concealed him from the mans view, whom found a bow and some arrows then made his way out of the building. Radek then sighed deeply, then took a few breaths. Then focused his attention back on the hole, the man with the bow returned within seconds, took aim at the Altmer on the roof. more Men seemed to join them, all armed with weapons.

Calendras softly banged his head off the back of the Battlement and started singing "My Way". Then he called out "I surrender to the legion, and expect to be treated as a political prisioner, as i am an abaddador from the Order of the Worm. I hearby make a claim to be a political prisioner. Since i have made the claim, i am exempt from the death penalty until the council decides my fate...and since the council is in trouble, i ain't getting executed for a while...catch mah drift?"

Amiel was glad to see that he had the support of the town guard. His confidence booming, Amiel decided that enough was enough. Looking towards Waylas, he said "On my mark, fire an arrow!" Waylas readied his bow for another shot. When Amiel heard that sandwich joke, he was outraged.

"You arrogant [censored]!"

There was a breif pause, and then Amiel continued : "FIRE!" Waylas shot off another arrow, this time aiming for the altmer's head.

OOC: V actually, the battlements would only provide adequate protection from arrows if you were lying on the ground. Otherwise, a Archer with enough distance from the wall could easily hit your head. V

OOC: Umm...ever palyed oblivion? There are massive battlements in the chaydinhal walls that can hide a mans entire body.

The arrow whistled past Calendras's head. "I hereby officially plead to the legion for asylum! be good lads now and cease fire."

OOC: Sorry for the big OOC post. W00tz: Not to be a jerk, but you could just choose the normal font and use " " for speech, italics for thoughts/dreams, and the default font. Sometimes it is annoying to read four different fonts in a single post. Spider Pig: I don't know, but it seems like you're ubering a bit to me. I guess it's Forrest's decision though. Krimsin: Sorry. I was going to reply in the new thread and it didn't get opened for a while.

IC: Dro'Raska was busily working away at his makeshift explosives when an Argonian surprised him and had maneuvered his way onto the rooftop with him. Jumping back in surprise, Dro'Raska let loose a primal growl, his natural instinct, but looked up and regretted it. "Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were one of the beasts," Dro'Raska apologized, the words spilling from his lips. The Argonian responded and asked, "Are you hurt? I'm trying to get as many survivors together as I can before we leave." Dro'Raska looked at him oddly. Get out? Is that even possible? What would be waiting behind the walls though? More of the beasts? He tilted his head and gazed into his slitted eyes confused by his words.

Dro'Raska replied, "I'm fine, but I will be staying here. It seems like it would be much safer than the wild." Dro'Raska returned his focus to the problem of lighting the "fuses". Thinking hard, he finally came up with an idea. Days before the Ral-Kitjar's final breath, he had begun teaching and learning himself destruction. All he had known was a weak fire spell. It wouldn't do much, but he was beginning to develop the spell into a full fledged fire. Dro'Raska however had only been able to make a fire for a second before it's magical energy was drained. He could barely even remember how to even cast it, much less what it was known as. Delving deep into his mind, Dro'Raska concentrated on the spell. Tensing his paw, he released the magical energy he could. A flicker of light and a bright golden spark popped from the tips of his claws. Sighing, Dro'Raska leaned back and began to try once more.

After the third time, he balled his paw into a tight fist and concentrated his magical energy. He opened up his paw violently and a flash of light burst out. A golden flame licked out from his palm. Grinning, Dro'Raska shut his paw and the doused the flame. Please with himself, he leaned back and rested himself. A single tear dripped from the corner of his eye as he remembered Ral-Kitjar so vividly. It was soon replaced with a burning hate towards the Empire. Maybe it's good that the Empire is doomed. Tamriel, free of oppresion and Imperials. Dro'Raska thought with a grim smile.

OOC: I didn't like this post much. Bleh.

Primo ignored the Altmers comment.
Instead, he gave the order to fire.

Simultaneously the air rang out with a twang as dozens of arrows flew through the air.
Many clattered against the stone, a few coming near to the man.
Three flying directly for his left leg.

Hirrus laughed out loud.

Calendras jumped off the wall and tried to land in the middle of the imperials. He did so, and broke his leg... So now it was time for the captain to decide. Would be abide by imperial law and take the Altmer prisioner, or would he break the laws he was trying to uphold and kill him.

"Look at this place." Xa-raku waved a hand dismissively at the ruined town, "There's nothing but the sun to stop the creatures from coming back. While they lie dormant in their caves, we should be on the move."

IC: Amiel watched as Calandras jumped down and broke his leg. He laughed at the traitors suffering, and strode towards him. Amiel bent down towards the altmer and whispered into his ear.

"It is time to die."

Then, Amiel stood up and pulled out his steel longsword. Putting his foot on Calandras' chest, he thrust his sword towards Calandras' skull.

OOC: Aw, I missed it.

IC: Fanier had been striving to keep up with the others. He had barely caught up just in time to see Calendras jumping off a rooftop. He heard the sickening Crack of the Altmer's leg breaking, and Fanier couldn't hold a smile from forming on his face. Just as he saw Amiel about to kill the necromancer, he yelled out.

"Wait!" Fanier ran up to the crowd of people around Calendras. "I want to see," he said as he motioned for Amiel to continue.

Radek kept watching. The crazy Altmer jumped off the roof and broke a few bones in the process. One of the men nearly killed him, until one of his comrades stopped him. They're all busy, sneak around them! A small grin tugged at Radek's lips. He stood and made his way out of the debris-filled building, then moved around the back, peering out from behind, the men were to busy with the Altmer.

Wild-Eye walked out of his cover, and ran to a large boulder close to the house, then dove towards the stone fence leading towards the Castle. Looking around to make sure no one spotted him, he moved on, in a Crouch-Running motion, he made his way up the stone fence. He stopped mid-way when he noticed a few guards at the gate, then hit the ground like a sack of hammers, laying quietly out of view. Idiot! Why didn't I see them?! He felt angry with himself, he couldn't go back, because then the Guards might spot him, if he moved forward, the Guards might not see him at first, but when he got close enough, he would stick out like a sore thumb.

You could always fight them.... The voice suggested. Radek brushed it aside, then made his decision. He waited.



EDIT: W00tz alerted me of the guards at the gate, which I forgot about >_<

OOC: got kill permission!
IC: Just as Amiel was about to kill Calandras, Fanier approached and said wait. Seeing that Fanier gave a motion to continue, he plummeted the sword into Calandras' skull. It made a sickening crack as the sword split the Nasal bone in two, peircing through the brain and seperating the two hemispheres. Gurgling sounds could be heard from the dieing body, and as Amiel pulled out his sword Calandras' face seemed to cave in at the nose. Amiel felt relieved as he stared at the altmer corpse. Ulfgar had been avenged, and Amiel felt a strange sense of satisfaction as he looked upon the dead body. Taking a small oppurtunity to gloat, Amiel then turned around and went back towards the fighter's guild. It was time to bury the dead. As Amiel walked away he signaled for Waylas and Fanier to follow.

Amiel entered into the fighter's guild hall. Ulfgar's corpse was sitting in a pool of his own blood.

OOC: I got a assembly, bye!

Not approved yet:

Name: Dynter
Race: Nord/altmer crossbreed( I know, i'm not sure what happened there either.)
Gender:Male
Apparent Age: 35
Actual Age: 80

Skills: Smashing Skulls(Blunt weapons) Light armor. Surivival in the wilderness. A tiny bit of Destruction.
Armor/apparel: Fur boots, greaves and cuirass
Unique apparel:

Weapons: BIG HAMMER. BIG BIG ELVEN WARHAMMER OF 5+ SMASHINESS. Dynter would never give it up.
Equipment: Horse( In horses saddlebag are two scrolls, one of jumping and one of slowfall(OOC: I'm not making the same mistake twice Dammit!))

Physical Appearance: Ragged black hair. VERY VERY Strong. A massive man.
Unique Appearance: None
Mental Description: Dynter acts like the Cliche "I SMASH" Barbarian...but he is actually quite smart. Underestamation can be used to an advantage...
Short Bio: Orphaned as a child and raised by his elven half brother until age 21. He worked as a mercinary for most of his life. He was in Chaydinhal at the time of the attack.

Xerxes grinned to the little argonian. "Well where are the other...survivors?" he asked trying to keep a strangers nutrality,even though he felt for the little boy.Xerxes felt slightly compelled to rush into the Chapel to do battle with the monsters but he would die if he did so and the boy would be left alone. "Im awful hungry, and have been known to eat little boys and girls when im hungry." He said in the to-a-child tone.

OOC: Havok, the argonian said she was 19. And why did you say you were going to eat her? I didn't get that.

IC: Dynter looked at the large chapel of akatosh. It was beautiful marble building, with a large spire at the top of it. Outside the front door, a tall Khajiit and a young argonian. He jumped down from the pile of rubble he had been standing on and walked over to both of them. The city was unusually quite after the attack. As if a calm was over it. "Hail friends!" He said to them. "I am Dynter the Barbarian! These are bad times, and folks should stick togethor. I will grant you my services as a warrior, free of charge. If you would travel with me."