Fanier was smiling now that Calendras was dead. I fact, the whole city, although in ruins, seemed a bit happier. Everything except Amiel, who looked sulen at the loss of Ulfgar. Fanier walked up to his comrade and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I know, Amiel," Fanier told Amiel in sympathy. "That bastard needed to die for this, and it was you that had to do it. We'll give Ulfgar a proper grave."

Fanier looked around, and saw a strange looking man walk up. The man was huge, and looked like a nord, but seemed to have distinctly altmer features as well.
"Of course," Fanier told the man, who had offered his services. "Always good to have another hand."

EDIT OOC: Oh, sorry Spider Pig, my bad!

OOC: I was already at the chapel but lets pretend that didnt happen, ok?


IC: Dynter looked at the fighter's guild. It was Hardy wooden building, with a dead body sprawled outside its doorway. Outside the front door, two men stood talking. 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."

OOC: sorry, spider pig, my bad.

IC: "Alright then," Fanier walked over to the newcomer. "Nice to meet you, Dynter. Name's Fanier, and this is Amiel," he gestured to his imperial companion. Fanier walked over to a cupboard in the fighter's guild ruins, finding several shovels inside.

Fanier scooped them in his arms, handing one to Amiel, and then to Dynter. "Have a shovel," he said. "We're digging graves."

OOC: incoming.. shall IC post once i catch up and determine where you all are, if you want it any sooner someone will have to update me.


Name: Vhirk
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Age: 46 (appears 19)
Birthsign: The Apprentice

Height: 5ft 9
Build: Average looking height but appears quite stocky at certain angles due to his fairly well built muscles though parts still appear long and thin such as his neck.
Eye Colour: Golden yellow (magically altered)
Hair Style: Medium short silver in an upwards spiked style.
Skin Colour: Ashen with a tint of purple.

Class: Arcane Archer
Focus: Magic
Skills: Archery, Destruction, Alteration, Mysticism, Sneak.

General Appearance: http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg79/Talon86/Drow.jpg
Tattoos/Scars: None.

Clothing: Dark grey hooded tunic with the sleeves torn off and dull grey loose pants.
Accessories: A random bit of string tied around his left bicep.

Armor: Iron briastplate worn over his tunic, Leather bracers on each wrist though the one on his left he has enchanted to help him focus his magic into long shafts. Leather armoured belt tied round his waist, Iron Knee plates and Thick dark leather shin-high boots laced down the front and small iron plates at the front and back to protect his feet.
Weapons: http://jodysamson.com/images/swords/10-6-05/falcata.jpg sheathed at his side as a backup but his main weapon is an elven bow from which he fires magically created arrows that his enchanted bracer solidifies.

Pack/Pockets: Several vials of strange liquids tied under an armoured flap on his belt.

Magic: Able to create several types of magic arrow in his hand, such as fire, frost, shock and poison but also able to create beneficial spell arrows that reach their target quicker than if he had cast then from a distance, these include dispel, shield and slowfall. He also has an array of self beneficial spells he may cast normally.

Mentality: He is the epitome of Dunmer arrogance which isn’t helped by the fact he is still young minded and cocky. He doesn’t shun people but he defiantly thinks himself higher than they which often makes them shun him. Despite his arrogance he will often put himself out to help people but this isnt out of generosity, it’s out of vanity as he wishes to be seen as the hero that saves the day. He still retains some rationality though and knows when he is outmatched though will not admit it, instead skirting round the fact with vane excuses.

History: All his life he has been very headstrong and took life by the horns. He grew up under the constant gaze of his adoptive father, a well-known and feared Telvanni wizard, who constantly pushed to become stronger and more intelligent, always being put through insane tests of will. His step-father was constantly experimenting and studying new ways of using magic and focused on new ways of transporting oneself.


EDIT: ok not quite sure why spider-pigs last two posts are exactly the same but at least i know where you all are now... question is, do i show my face now? or let a little time pass as Dynter has just appeared.

Rather pleased the Necromancer had died, Primo followed the men to the fighters guild, sending the gaurds off to get supplies and whatnot.
" Bury your friend, but do it quickly. We must head towards the Imperial City as soon as possible. "

Primo realised these were hard times.
And in hard times some laws may need to be broken for the good of the people of Cyrodil.
The Altmer's death was just one of those necessities.
Many more were sure to come.. Primo only hoped he would make the right decision.

( OOC:I MAY introduce another character, whether he be another Imperial, Maybe a Battlemage, or perhaps from some shack, i dunno yet. Maybe he can be a member of the Knights of The Thorn? I had planned to search that place for survivors on the way out. ORR he could already be at the Imperial City. Helping to hold off the Corpus and venturing out during the day to check the roads around the Imperial CIty for survivors. PM me if you wish to help with my decision. )

Name: Aniquette Saccius
Race: Imperial
Gender: Female
Apparent Age:30
Actual Age: 28

Skills: Destruction, unarmored, shortsword, restoration, conjuration, alchemy
Armor/apparel: Blue Mages guild robes, no hood
Unique apparel: Enchanted ring of illusion(Paralyze)

Weapons: Fine steel shortsword
Equipment: Two scrolls of fortify intelligence and three potions of healing
Mount: Black Horse named Surefire

Physical Appearance: Aniquette stands at around 5'7", has thick brown hair and sea green eyes with steel grey strieks, giving her a rather fierce gaze.
Unique Appearance: n/a
Mental Description: Can show loyalty with a good reason to, has no compassion for the Altmer, and is deadly commited to the Mages Guild. She prefers the lifestyle similar to that of the Telvanni, having visited the Great House during her involvment in uncovering corruption in the Mages Guild
Short Bio: She was born Aniquette Potema Saccius, having shown much of the signs of the old Wolf Queen of Solitude Potema Septim, while in the womb. Her frequent rebellions resulted in her middle name. Her first name was given to her to honor her great grandmother, Aniquette Mercius, a famous writer from the second era.
She has lived most of her life in Cheydinhal, sticking to what she knows best--magic. Occasionally, Aniquette visits Morrowind to gather rare ingredients from the native plants that grow abundantly from the Ashlands and Grazelands.


IC:

Aniquette stooped low and dug her heels into Surefires ribs, adding speed and a jolt of anger into the young horses strides. Perhaps now she could arrive at Cheydinhal quick enough to find the city in one peace. If I only I had left sooner. she thought.
Now, the wind rushing past her face and ears, the rustling trees and babbling streams, the hard-dug gallops of Surefire, were all blocked out as she focused on a thick pillar of black smoke billowing out ahead of her. It wasn't Cheydinhal, but something treacherous all the same.
"Yah!" she shrieked, giving the horse another tap with her foot.

OOC: I'll dive in the best I can...
Kiel limped along the road, blood dripping down his leg from last night. Not far from Cheydinhal now. His vision was still blurry from some hard hits to head, so he couldn't see far, and couldn't tell where he was. Then he saw three men, and they were burying a body. "Hello!" He shouted, excited to find survivors, an Elf, an Imperial, and a hulking Nord. Normally he'd want to be alone, and could handle it. But he was just overwhelmed by the corpus beast. Any allies would be helpful. "Any chance of you Men being able to treat some wounds?" He asked as politely as possible.

IC: A loud blood and metal scrunch sounded off, which took Radek off guard, ''Calandras is dead'' A voice said soon after. Radek sighed and pushed himself tighter to the wall, Not too tight, I still need air.... He was mad at himself, he planned to sneak into the Castle and take things of any worth at all, everything went smoothly until he saw the Guards. Now, he was hiding behind a stone fence, only feet away from the Guard at the gate.

Several minutes had passed before he heard more voices, but were too far away to actually make out. Radek could no longer take it, he needed to move. He slowly peaked his head and saw the Guard looking off in another direction. Radek didn't waste any time, he began moving down the way he came, moving carefully, and quietly.

After turning a small curve, and out of the view of the Guard, Radek moved faster, now back in a Crouch-Running motion. After making it back to the large boulder, he peered out again. The few people out there, seemed to be armed with shovels. Don't go crazy.... The voice said, and Radek didn't quite know what it meant by that, then turned his back and moved on.

Finally, Aniquette neared the source of the smoke and slowed Surefires pace to a steady trot. "By the nine..." she mumbled, gaping at the torn corpses of what appeared to be Dunmer merchants who were making their way through Cheydinhal. She pulled back on the reigns, bringing the horse to a halt and hesitantly lowered herself from the saddle. Her robes hit the dirt and she stood for a second, letting her stiff legs regain composure.
She raised her hand and whispered a familiar spell, instantly plucking a scamp from the realm of Oblivion to that of the Mundus. "Search for survivors." she ordered, giving the daedra a quick glance before pacing towards the mingled Dunmer corpses. "We're too late Surefire." she said, as talking to the horse had become a habit. "They must have Cheydinhal nearly obliterated." she continued, her eyes resting on the deep gashes in one of the Dark Elves back.
"My oh my... They must have the animals infected as well."
As she let those final words squeeze from between her lips, a loud yelp forced her to turn in the direction she had ordered the scamp to search in.

" Please hurry and bury him. I want to get to the Imperial City. "

Primo was impatient, beginning to pace back and forth.
If we can get to the Imperial City maybe we could help the other cities. We must help the other cities.

Fey didn't want to go to the Imperial City.
It would be safer here, spending the nights in the castle.
Wait it out. The roads were too dangerous. They had a better chance here.
But he would follow Primo wherever he went, for he had faith in him, and would follow him wherever he may go.

Trisha looked up at the Khajiit and her eyes narrowed just a tiny bit, something unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't explicitly staring at her eyelids. I said I was nineteen! She sighed in her head, then sighed externally as well. Nobody takes me seriously..

"I think most of them are in the castle." Trish sniffed in the male alias's voice, "I just.. I just wanna go home and salvage what I can of my possessions. We're all doomed if we stay here; we'll all either get eaten or run out of food eventually."

She was about to say more when a an odd Nord, bearing both human and elven traits in him, approached and and offered protection in exchange for their company. It sounded like a fair deal. "I was just about to go grab some things from what's left of my home.." She sniffed, trying her best not to sob at the knowledge that her parents were probably dead by now. "I'll be back in a little bit..unless you want to come with me for some reason."

ooc: Couldn't think of much to post.. sorry.

Name: Fimmion
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer
Apparent Age: 18
Actual age: 70


Height: 4'10
Build: Athletic
Eye Colour: Green
Hair Style: Dark blonde hair flowing backwards.

Skills: Fimmion is good at hunting, archery, Illusion, Alteration, and is good at healing others. He is a master at cooking meats and very in touch with nature, commanding a variety of animals.

General Appearance: Diminutive, fair skin, looks very elegant and in touch with nature.
Tattoos/Scars: None.

Clothing: Bland green organic looking cloth robe.
Accessories: Pouch containing healing and alchemy ingredients, Elven dagger.

Armor: Leather Bracer, Sturdy Mocassin style shoes.

Pockets: A small handful of gold, Vial of poison.

Mentality: Very lighthearted and happy in almost any situation, generally doesn't like Altmer or Dunmer. But favors the "Good" Dunmer more than his kin do. Gleeful and almost childlike at times, but wise beyond appearences.

History: Grew up on the edge of Valenwood, learned Healing skills from his mother, studied Illusion for a few years, then taught himself and slowly mastered it.

( My new character! it's late, i'll post IC tomorrow. )

As they walked towards the fighter's guild, Fanier made a few sympathetic gestures. Amiel responded simply by saying "Thanks." He was appreciative of having some support after today's events, especially after Calandras' betrayal. A Nord with toned down features approached them, and offered his services. Amiel agreed with Fanier acceptance of the man. The Legion soldier seemed to be in a rush, even though Amiel's plan was to remain in the city one more day.

Receiving their shovels from Fanier, Amiel and Waylas began the process of digging the grave. After some time digging, the grave was ready. Amiel and waylas were both sweating and Amiel's whole face seemed to turn red. Amiel then retrieved the body of Ulfgar and gently lowered it into the grave. THe grave was located in front of the fighter's guild. Amiel and waylas both said a small prayer, and then proceeded to cover the grave the recently removed dirt.

OOC: I should be caught up now.

Xerxes was just about to offer the Argonian his companionship when a Nordic Elf...one all most as large as him. Offered HIS companionship Xerxes grinned. "It seems we have a travel group." Xerxes looked about "So...where to?" Xerxes gripped his glaive tighty and looked to the sun."How much longer till sun set do you figure?" He asked in a slightly rushed tone.

OOC:Sorry so short.

"Me and two men called Amiel and Fanier plan to set out to the imperial city. Would you join us in our journey?" Dynter asked The khajiit. "If you wish to join, meet Fanier and Amiel in front of the fighters guild and ask them. I must take my leave of you now. For i have business to attend to.


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NOTE: Your characters are NOT supposed to know about this. And its mysterious even for you players because the fun would be ruined if not.

Dynter pulled the narrow rock out from the pocket. It was not yet night, but thing were already dark. He fidgeted with the rock shaped gem with his fingers, trying to come to terms with what it held within. A tear made it's way down Dynter's eye. He put it in his pouch. He looked around. No one was there. He took a deep breath and stood up. Everything was silient. He stared down at the body shaped lump in front of him. It was obscured by the darkness of the alleyway. He lifted it up and put it over his shoulder. He entered a charred house. The house was fallen apart, It had burnt down. He took the corpse to the cold basemant where necromatic instruments abounded. He put an amulet around the corpses neck and layed it down. Another tear rolled down Dynter's eye as he placed the gem and some otther items in the corpse's pockets. The corpse dissapeared in a flash of light. He sat there for a while staring at where the corpse had been. He eventually left and returned to the fighter's guild.


OOC: Could there be more to Dynter then meets the eye?

OOC: Holy crap that was creepy.

IC: A small bead of sweat crept down Fanier's face as they finished the burial. In the corner of his eye, he saw Dynter return. "Well, thanks for helping," Fanier said to the Nord, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He looked over to the west.

The sun was setting, now just a semicircle seen beyond the rooftops of Cheydinhal. "Let's get back to the castle," he said to Amiel. "The sun is setting." He pulled out his canteen, took a gulp of scotch, and started at a steady pace toward the castle.

OOC: Kind of ignored...
Kiel heard the Mer say the sun was setting, he looked at his leg and it had mostly stopped bleeding, he'd have to try to get it treated in Cheydinhal. There's no way I'm braving another night alone. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have room for one more?"

Dynter looked at the stting sun and followed after Fanier. In a gruff nordic voice he said "If I had ti my way, we'd scour the land and kill every one of the monsters. Or die trying so that the Bards might sing of our names for a 1000 years. But alas, we are better live then dead to this world and the Bards shall sing of us for more then just 1000 years if we save th world from these beasts without dying.

He heard moans in the distance. "Quick!" He yelled "The beasts are coming" He broke into a run as the moans grew louder in the distance.

After several minutes of navigating through the Ruins Of Cheydinhal, Radek stopped by a large cluster of houses, ones that seemed to have sustaining either no damage, or little. He approached the first house, a small house, that seemed to be in mint-condition. He reached for the doorknob, before his hand came into contact with the handle, the door shifted and fell inward.

Radek scoffed and walked in. He first entered what looked to a kitchen, in hopes to find food, but All he found was spoiled rations. He sighed, left the kitchen, and entered a small room. A large dresser sat in the corner, with a bed in the other. He opened the dresser, which was filled with all sorts of clothes. After finding nothing of use, he turned his attention to the bed. He then noticed something slung on the end-rim of the bed. He grasped it and hoisted it up.

It was a sheath for a Machete, and to Radek's surprise, the Machete was still in it. His face looked like that of a child with a new toy. Radek withdrew the Machete, and held it out in front of him. It was long, with a dark Grey texture to it, and looked relatively new. Radek chuckled, re-sheathed the Machete, and slung it around his back. Now proud that he had finally found something of use, he left the house.

Radek looked at the sun, it was getting dark. He grunted in disappointment when he realized he would have to stay the night in the Ruins. Oh well, at least there's these houses I can rummage though..., He smiled and approached the next house. This one was a two-story home, which looked a little scraqed, but other then that it was undamaged.

He approached the door, and opened it easily. He walked in without any caution as if he lived there himself. He noticed a stairway leading downstairs, and one leading upstairs. Radek chose the upstairs. Might be some Corprus in the basemant... He doubted it, but didn't take the chance. He searched all the rooms up there, but only found assortments of clothes, and a few pieces of gold. As he moved back to the stairs, he noticed something on the ceiling. A square outline cut into it. An Attic.

He walked underneath it, and tugged at a small string attached to the trap-door. The door flapped open, and a small flight of stairs deployed in front of him. He hesitated, then slowly walked up the stairs.

OOC: Radek's new Machete will replace his main weapon, but He'll still keep his steel dagger.

The sun finally set in the distant and the land was shrouded in Darkness. Fanier, Dynter and Amiel were nearly at the castle when the moans grew extremly loud. Dynter looked to the left and a Corprus came charging out of a Middle class wooden house. More emerged from surrounding houses. "I can't say i don't want to fight but do you think we should flee?" he Asked his companions.

As soon as his mouth closed a hulking curprus caming with range of him, he swung his warhammer downwords and the beasts head dissipeared in into its chest with a splattering of blood. More of them were coming. "Quickly now!" He said looknig to Fanier and Amiel. He swung his Hammer agian and a charging corpruses head was severed and rolled down the street. An expression of mindlessness on its face. He prepared for more.

The corprus had come faster than Fanier had expected. The sun wasn't even fully set, and yet, albeit clinging to the shadows, the beasts were out and about. Fanier drew his sword as a lame corprus lumbered toward him.

The corprus beast quickly closed in, making a clumsy swing at Fanier. He quickly stepped to the right, the corprus missing him entirely. As the beast was slumped over after the first attack, Fanier took the opportunity and drove his elven shortsword into the beast's spine, hearing a sickening crack as his adversary fell to the ground.

The other corprus were getting closer. "Let's go," he shouted to the others. "Stay in the light."

Dynter ran for the castle, a corprus jumped in front of him, and struck him in the chest with its massive hand. Dynter rolled over as it tried to stomp on him. He managed to dodge an attack while leaping to his feet, He lifted up his Warhammer to smash the monsters skull but it kicked him in the groin and he fell to his knees. In the brief moment he was on the ground, the monster kicked him agian in the chest and he went flying back with a possible broken rib. He leaned up and spat out some blood and got back on his feet. He charged stright at the beast dodged its first blow and burst open it head with a strike from his hammer. He steadied himself and continued towards the castle. More were coming, in greater numbers now. Their chances of maknig it seemed to be geting less likely.

The sun hadn't set yet but Durus had already withdrawn to his fortress. He had spent most of the day inspecting the village and relaxing, as odd as it sounded. He hadn't dared venture any of the houses, and the smell of the long dead bear lingered in the air unpleasantly. He did his best to try and block out the smell. Now, sat in his usual chair in front of the pile of barricaded wood that was once a door he kept his sword on his lap as always, and his bow on the table beside him. He still had all of his arrows, including the one that had hit the bear the night before, which he had miraculously managed to withdraw unbroken.

He could hear a few lingering around near the windows, occasionally scratching and hitting the wood, but as long as he didn't draw attention to himself and remained quiet. He was safe. There was no chance that they would get in without bigger creatures, they had tried the night before and failed for a long time, they wouldn't manage it now. The only thing he had to worry about was if they knew he was here, and more came from the woods.

For the first time since coming here he regretted choosing to live near an abundance of animals. It had seemed like such a good choice for hunting.

There was also another rarity tonight, this night, he had something to do, something to occupy himself with while he remained silent in the room. The journal. It was his only connection with life right now, and his only way of stopping himself from beginning to break down. The scratching and occasional thud did little to draw his attention now as he opened the book once more, and, this time starting at the beginning, began to read...

Kiel knew his survival depended on the others and making it to the castle. He drew his sword, not even bothering to pick some off with his bow. He unsheaths his sword and cuts down a corpus beast. Glad I can still do that He begins running regardless of the pain. He was almost to the castle when he realizes he's in the shadows and a group of corpus beast cut him off. His blade cut through one weaker beast like butter. This won't be too hard after all. Suddenly the corpus spread around him and surround him making him have to fight all four of them at once.

Letting the adrenaline take him over completely, thoughtlessly he pulls an arrow an arrow out of his quiver and puts it in the face of the corpus beast behind him. He jumps high in the to the point where he has increased his height by half. He swings his sword cutting two corpus beast, and on the way down he kicks one of them over. He meets it on the ground and drives his sword through it. He is hit in the back hard, but is still able to get up and turn around. Ok, three left, one I haven't hit yet, one with a gash in its chest, and one had an arrow in it's face. As quickley as he can he cuts at one of the beast legs and backs out. This worked out well to his suprise, because none of them landed a hit and took ones leg off and it fell over. The one that had an arrow to its face lunged at Kiel, barely getting him in the chest, but did not hurt due to his armor. This action threw the beast off balance and giving Kiel the perfect oppourtunity. He beheaded the beast letting out a loud roar! With one left he felt confident of his survival. He made quick work of the final beast, and began to head off for the castle. But suddenly, the beast that he cut the leg off of grabbed him at the ankle, and left a huge gash in his already badly injured leg. He jabbed his sword backwards into the beast spine, killing it off. He dragged his leg along as he made it to the castle.

IC: "Go round up some horses for the supply wagon waylas." This was Amiel's first order to Waylas after burying Ulfgar. Waylas quickly complied, and barely managed to find a horse that was wandering around. taking the Horse, Waylas attached the horse the proper equipment on the horse to the wagon (OOC: I could not think of the proper phrasing.), and quickly made his way to the castle. Waylas had already reached the castle with the camping supplies when Amiel's group was attacked by corpus beasts. Parking the wagon and horse near the castle gates, he dismounted and readied his bow and arrow. He only had 8 arrows, and two arrows at two corpus beasts. The first arrow peirced a creature's skull, while the second lodged itself in one of the corpus beasts left arm.

As the corpus beasts charged at the group, Amiel drew his longsword and stabbed one of the beasts in the heart. As he did this, a second beast swatted him to the ground. As it attempted to get near Amiel, Amiel drew his shortsword and stabbed the creature in the groin. Forcing it back, Amiel returned his shortsword to its sheath and then proceeded to disembowel the creature. Another corpus beast charged at him from the rear though, knocking him onto the ground face first. Amiel scrambled to his feet, and was barely able to avoid the next punch. As the creature proceeded to launch a third punch, Amiel grabbed the outstretched arm of the creature and flipped it over onto its back. Amiel then took his longsword and decapitated the now grounded creature. Seeing a window of oppurtunity, Amiel dashed for castle, shouting for Waylas to " PROTECT THE LEFT FLANK."

As Waylas looked over to the left flank of the group, he could see a group of four corpus beasts charging for them. Waylas readied his bow and managed to hit one of the creatures in the stomach.