Andrius noticed Crassius approach.

"Who won?" he jokingly questioned.

Andrius smiled while sitting down on grassy ground. The grass acted as a cushion; a relaxing break from the sprinting match against Nora.

"The Orc" replied Andrius, wittily. "Where's the commander and the others?"

"So Crassius, Nora owes me a new robe. We'll have to visit some shops - Imperial City is the most expensive right?"

Andrius appreciated the down time, but wished the group would reunite. The suspense for the upcomming battle was building up, and Andrius wanted if over it.

"Where the hell is Soren? He never answered my question."

Nora

"Excuse me? You want a new robe? Be glad that I'm not going to skin you, you little coward." She burst out laughing.

"Hey Crassius, how far behind are the others?"

Crassius Gravius


Crassius took a seat on the grass and laughed at there back and forth, ”I’m not touching this one.”

"Hey Crassius, how far behind are the others?" Nora asked.

“Not sure but they shouldn’t be to far behind.” Cassius said while pulling out a little whiskey out of his bag. "Either of you want any? It helps me relax before a battle."

"Rather not; Thanks though" hastily replied Andrius. "I have a alchemical bottle full of water - I should be fine with that."

Andrius rustled through his things, lifting the water and taking a few quick gulps. A puzzled look came upon his face.

"Before the battle, eh? So you have a slight clue of where we are? I was hoping we wouldn't have to scale the Valus range."

Crassius Gravius


"Before the battle, eh? So you have a slight clue of where we are? I was hoping we wouldn't have to scale the Valus range." Andrius asked

Crassius laughed, “I have no idea where we are I just figured it would be a goodtime to have little.” He took a couple swigs and put it back in his bag. That got him thinking though how much further is it, he was new to this part of the world.

Soren Snowe

Although Soren was in a good mood from Zoe's visit, he hated it when the soldiers got out of line like that. He turned back and gave a stern glare to his troops. "Hey...shut up," He said in a very irritated voice.

He headed towards the Cyrodiil Camp. Soren could see the occasional skirmishes between the Order and Legion, most of the time the Order winning. For the first time, he could see an Imperial Order encampment. The place was strewn with blood from previous battles and they camped out in surprisingly neat tents and in well organized platoons.

But what Soren was interested in the most was the fact that there was almost no security in the long grassy plains. That would be a great strategic advantage. Although there were no trees or rocks to hide nearby, they could still flank the Order as the Legion attacked from the front.

Soren kept watching and he held his hand up. "We're here. What we need to do is take a long circle around the encampment...then strike it from the rear," He explained, concentrating on the Order movement.

He turned to Nora and Andrius. "You two, with me. Crassius, you take Ulno and take the left flank. We'll take the right flank. Let's move!"

OOC: Everybody, just move towards the flanks and engage the enemy or not. Your choice.

Ulno watched as his companions engaged in their share of laughter. Enjoy it while you can, he thought to himself. This is only the calm before the storm. He trailed the end of the group, his mind detatched from reality. Suddenly Ulno heard Commander Snowes order to begin the assault. The team was divided, and it seemed he would be confiding in Crassius skill for the time being.
He decided to discuss tactics with his new partner.

"I have a suggestion, Imperial. With our pre-emptive advantage, we will be able to utililze the stealth and range qualities of your bow. I say you pick them off one by one until they start realizing that their men are dropping like flies. Then, you give me the signal, and I'll unleash the biggest fireball I can muster onto their encampment, setting it ablaze. With the Legion troops attacking from the front, and our unit attacking from the rear, they'll be sandwiched into the fire. If everything goes accordingly, the battle will be reduced to a mere slaughter. Have you any ideas?"

Ulno didn't mind charging madly into thousands of well-equipped, heavily armored, and highly trained individuals. On the contrary. It was a hell of a rush. But he couldn't forfeit his life so easily just yet. He was hoping his companion would agree to the use of tactics, even if they were not his own. He was always open to suggestion, and he loved learning new perspectives on how to engage the enemy.

In the distance the sounds of war echoed throughout the land. Hundreds of feet pounding aginast the ground in unison. The boisterous clangs of metal striking against metal. The ripping of flesh. The cries of victory. The cries of defeat. Whether he believed it or not -- this was where Ulno was most comfortable. The future, the past, it was all thrown out the window. Nothing mattered now. Only victory. His routine arsenal check was made, his right hand quickly pressing against the leather pouches that adorned his armor, assuring his medical supplies and ammunition were correctly in place. Digits then firmly clasped around the elaborately decorated grip of his katana, awaiting the proper moment to awaken the blade from its slumber

Crassius Gravius


Crassius could tell the commander was a little ticked about the messing around. Even though Crassius wasn’t nervous earlier he started getting butterflies in his stomach.

“...If everything goes accordingly, the battle will be reduced to a mere slaughter. Have you any ideas?" Ulno presented his plan to Crassius.

After running it through his head he responded, “Sounds way better than my plan.” Crassius’s plan involved a catapult and some mud crabs. He then pulled his bow out and looked at Ulno, then with a grin said, “What are we waiting for!” and started running towards the left flank.

Nora

"Hey...shut up," Soren said.

"Aye aye, Cap'n," she laughed. It was not long before they had arrived at their destination. Soren turned to Nora and Andrius. "You two, with me. Crassius, you take Ulno and take the left flank. We'll take the right flank. Let's move!"

Crassius seemed to agree. “Sounds way better than my plan. What are we waiting for!” He said and started running towards the left flank of the camp.

She spoke up. "I'm not exactly sure how smart it would be to run across an open field when the enemy have ranged weapons. I only have a sword and I'm not exactly standing in steel plate either..." After a moment of thinking she came up with an idea.

"How about we go with Ulno's plan and those without ranged weapons can sneak their way down to the camp along the treeline?"


OOC: PM-ed Kyrill to ask where he is

OOC: I was going to say "Where's Arrius? He's an Aussie though, so hes probably sleeping.

Andrius - Order Encampment

"Shut up!" barked Soren, specifically at Nora and Andrius.

Andrius snapped back, "Sorry, sir" though it was a halfhearted apology; he was still chuckling from earlier.

The army arrived at thier destination. The camp was large; it was almost a fort. The Legion had already been assaulting the camp for a length of time, as bodies, both Order and Legion, were strewn across the blood-soaked ground. Andrius could hear the cries of battle, and the clanging of mettle permeated the air until it found its destination in your ears. The army, aside from select squads such as Nexus, moved in to reinforce the Legion's front lines. Nexus' orders were to flank. Crassius and Ulno were partnered to go around the left flank. After quick deliberation, Ulno suggested that Crassius pick off the Order from afar with his bow, and then Ulno will light the camp ablaze with a fire spell, hopefully causing panic.

Nora then spoke up: "I'm not exactly sure how smart it would be to run across an open field when the enemy have ranged weapons. I only have a sword and I'm not exactly standing in steel plate either..." After a moment of thinking she came up with an idea. "How about we go with Ulno's plan and those without ranged weapons can sneak their way down to the camp along the treeline?"

"That should work" spoke Andrius. "I have a weak chameleon spell that wouldn't tire me too much to cast it. This will mask you from the enemies eyes, Crassius, as long as you stay far enough away."

Andrius then turned towards Nora and Soren "If we encounter another mage, you mustn't engage. I will silence him first, if not, he will rain hell down upon you. Order mages are powerful, perhaps more so then myself or Ulno.

Andrius glanced at Ulno, and let out a slight chuckle. He avoided thinking about the injured - they could he restored after the battle. But constant cries of pain and death intruded into Andrius' mind.

"Wait!" exclaimed Andrius, "Where's Arrius!?"

OOC: Arrius must've run into some mudcrabs + catapults.

Ulno returned the grin. He expected a totally different response from his partner -- some opposition even.

"What're we waiting for!" - exclaimed Crassius.

Ulno delightfully shared the enthusiasm. Perhaps he'd be getting along with this Imperial after all.
He darted closely behind his comrade, focusing his minds eye completely on the task ahead. Blood red orbs dutifully surveyed the camp in the utmost precise manner. Luckily for Ulno, targeting the proper kindling would be practically effortless. The tents were closely aligned in neat unison with a constistant proximity..This meant once the fire was lit, it would spread quite easily throughout the entire encampment. Not to mention the random clutter that littered the grounds such as munitions and other flammable materials.

Got it.
His target was finally in his sights. A nice dense cluster of wooden boxes were stacked five units high and five units wide. The wind was currently blowing south, almost south east judging by the bending of the tall grass. Perfect. Just enough push to get the flames going in the right direction. Ulno took cover as they neared an exceptional point of vantage -- shielded by mere foliage. It was almost time.
He stalked his prey like a confident predator patiently waiting for the arrival of his meal. He smiled unknowingly.

Soren Snowe

Soren waited in the Legion campgrounds for the soldier's feedback.

Nora spoke first."I'm not exactly sure how smart it would be to run across an open field when the enemy have ranged weapons. I only have a sword and I'm not exactly standing in steel plate either..." After a moment of thinking she came up with an idea. "How about we go with Ulno's plan and those without ranged weapons can sneak their way down to the camp along the treeline?"

"That should work" spoke Andrius. "I have a weak chameleon spell that wouldn't tire me too much to cast it. This will mask you from the enemies eyes, Crassius, as long as you stay far enough away."

Andrius then turned towards Nora and Soren "If we encounter another mage, you mustn't engage. I will silence him first, if not, he will rain hell down upon you. Order mages are powerful, perhaps more so then myself or Ulno.

Soren nodded. "We'll split. Andrius, you use the chameleon spell and scout out the right side of the encampment while Nora and I will sneak through the treeline. Crassius, Ulno and Arrius will start for the left flank."

The second group already headed for the left flank as Soren took Nora and headed for the treeline.

Nora

Nora nodded, thankful for the change of tactics. She silently followed Soren as they walked along the trees.
She made sure to step as silently as she could. There weren't many bushes to hide behind.

They slowly made their way down to the camp. They were not far away now, and Nora slipped the backpack off her back. She put it down underneath a fern, so she wouldn't be weighted down by it during the battle.

"So are we going to wait for a signal from the others, commander?" she whispered.

Crassius Gravius

It was good to see a smile on his comrades face, but a little strange. Taking a second to think. He thought of his family and friends, if he is ever going to see them again they must win this battle. Not knowing when to attack Crassius decided to take it upon himself, hoping the others were ready.

He looked at Ulno and gave him a nod, “Lets do this” he said. Then with adrenaline pumping through his veins, he stepped out of his cover. Crassius then started letting the arrows fly at anything that moved.

Andrius, Soren, and Nora crept through the trees and other foliage surrounding the camp.

I hope Ulno and Crassius are succesful, and that Arrius is alright. Hopefully that chameleon spell will provide Crassius with camouflage.

Andrius' mind raced before the near engagement. He could not see any bowmen or mages from afar. The encampment seemed tightly spaced, and the ground was littered with spare items; weapons, munitions, clothing, and the lot. There were men running back and forth, yelling orders and responses. The time for action was near.

Ulno should have no problem lighting the camp ablaze.

"Orders sir? It looks clear. The Order are focusing on the frontal assault. I fear that if we wait, we will lose the element of surprise. I can assist from behind. I should be able to block any incoming arrows or spells during our charge. Once we get close enough, I will engage with my spells and my fists; hopefully making short work of those Order soldiers.

Andrius was oblivious to the fact that he just dropped a plan onto the commander. He was actually scared; many would call him useless in combat, but he was far from that. He awaited Soren and Nora's acknowledgment of preparation, as he further anolyzed the encampment.

Soren Snowe

Soren and Nora made their way through the thick brush and tree canopy and made it to the spot where they were about to launch their attack. "So are we going to wait for a signal from the others, commander?" she whispered.

He smiled. "You'll get your sign when Crassius blows an Order trooper's brains out with an arrow."

And soon enough, arrows flew as Soren drew his fast and light Lamina sword. "Move, kill anything that moves!"

The Order troops saw and started to rush as Soren attacked the Order troops, his blade cutting through their heavy metal armor like butter. It was a butcher operation as the Legion smashed through the front lines, completely surrounding the troops.

Soren felt a sense of pride as the Order was trapped in a ring of troops. "Easy pickings...kill them, leave one alive for questioning."

"Lets do this."

Ulno nodded in response, and arose from concealment. His right arm was stretched outward before him, his palm completely centered with the collection of wooden boxes that was his target. Gloved digits looked as though they were gripping a large sphere. Yet his hand was empty. For anyone observing it was quite easy to determine that the chitin clad dunmer was in deep concentration -- oblivious to the sights and sounds of Mundus. All he saw, all he understood was the magicka that swelled within him. He was not a powerful magister, and his comprehension of the arts was feeble at best.
On the contrary, where he lacked in mastery of various other destruction spells he excelled in the conjuration of fire. It was one of the few spells he frequented aside from chameleon and detect-life.
His fingers twitched as his mind worked, channelling the distribution of energy within him to the concentrated destination of his palm. It was not long before a small glowing ball of light was visible, and growing larger by the second. The fabric that gloved Ulnos fingers began to smoke and bubble. It was getting too painful to hold any longer. The ball of fire suddenly jettisoned toward the intended target at incredible speeds, erupting into a small explosion that engulfed the boxes and the tent next to them. The flames danced wildly upon the wood and fabric canvas, and with the support of the southeastern wind continued their campaign around the campground at an alarming rate. It was almost as if the flames were alive..Driven by winds of destiny to consume this petty opposition. Enough fantasizing. He felt slightly drained after so much cogitation, however there would be no time to spare for recouperating. He drew his trusty katana blade, and joined his comrades in the engagement.
As he moved, his left hand dug into his netch leather satchel and withdrew a handful of weighted throwing quills. Surveying the battlefield ahead, he deduced a target that proved a significant threat amongst the average footsoldier. In this case, it was a giant behemoth of a man, adorned with elegant steel armor custom tailored to match his wide girth. Ulno readied a single quill. Thwip. He let one fly. It was well aimed at his targets exposed neck. The squall penetrated smoothly as intended, exiting cleanly out the other side. The Redguard dropped his axe to the ground, and just stood motionless where he was, almost as if he were contemplating what happened. His hands suddenly reached for his neck. He tried to mend himself, but to no avail. Gasping frantically in an attempt to catch a breath, he exhausted his final moments on Nirn and fell lifeless to the ground. The surrounding soldiers witnessed the scene with mixed emotions of terror and fury. They shouted their cries of battle and charged with hate-filled hearts toward Ulno. The fools. These cries meant nothing. They could not save their Redguard companion. Nor would they be able to save themselves. Ulno readied his katana and more quills as he closed the distance between him and the approaching soldiers

Let them hate me, so long as they fear me.

OOC: Sorry for not replying much guys! School takes up a lot of time (surprisingly), unfortunately it also means I tend to be off when most of you guys are on, so I miss out on some of the good bits, on the other hand, I get mudcrabs and catapults

The small band of soldiers encircled the enemy, The Order, their troops oblivious to their presence. Arrius glanced at his two companions, Ulno and Crassius, seeing his determined face reflected in theirs was reassuring. Suddenly, Crassius let out a cry, firing arrows in close succession, his black-shafted arrows finding their targets with deadly precision. Whispering an arcane phrase, Arrius held his right hand open, drawing his left over it and moving it lengthwise, a elegant longsword materialising beneath his palm. Gripping the familiar weapon, he cast his gaze towards the camp. It was in utter chaos, men ran to and fro, searching for their attackers, only to be cut down by one of their assailants, or felled by a well-placed arrow.

"Kill them, leave one alive for questioning." Arrius heard his commander, Soren say, somehow audible over the din of the combat.

As he scanned the camp, he spotted one enemy soldier looking distinctly more prepared than the others. Guess this'll be the one who's going to be lucky, Arrius thought, quickly closing the distance between them, his free hand glowing faintly. The soldier, perhaps even a officer, judging by his relatively well-made armor, spotted Arrius, and turned towards him, settling into a defensive stance, his shield in position to quickly intercept any incoming blows. Arrius snorted, bringing his hand up, palm facing towards the officer, a whispered word sent a crackling bolt of lightning towards him, but the officer was quick, and swiftly sidestepped out of the way. But not far enough. His cumbersome shield was struck by the bolt of lightning, super-heating the metal, a red hot glow spreading from the point of impact. Unfazed by his error, the officer swiftly released his shield, falling heavily by his side, gripping his sword with both hands, he glared at Arrius with undisguised hate,

"Imperial dog, do you somehow think your sad excuse for an empire, will defeat us? The Imperial Order is not weak, it will not fall to farmers and dandies playing soldier!" Arrius had heard enough, he felt his anger simmering beneath, but he pushed it down. Without a word, Arrius lunged towards the Officer, but he easily parried the attack, following it with a fierce counterattack. Backpedaling rapidly, Arrius barely managed to weather the furious onslaught of the officer, with a few of his cuts slipping past Arrius' guard and nicking his chainmail, but thankfully none had enough force to pierce the armor. Finally, to Arrius' relief, the officer let his offensive get the better of him, a raised overhand strike leaving his chest unprotected. Following instinct, Arrius lashed out with his sword, the blade catching the soldier on his chest, sending him staggering from the unexpected attack. Seizing the opportunity, he drew upon his magick and pressed his hand against the officer's head, sending a wave of chilling energy towards him. The officer tried to stand, but it was doomed to fail, the mind-numbing effects of the frost spell already sending him unconscious.

Strangely, Arrius felt dizzy, it seemed like someone had placed a veil over his eyes, he heard the sounds of weapons clashing and saw figures fighting before him, he tried to move, but all he could manage was a shuffle before he fell. Feeling a strange sensation, he pressed a hand to his arm, and it came away sticky, with a black odorous substance on it. He thought vaguely of poison and tried to stand, to call for help, felt the world spinning and then, nothing.

OOC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYKA-xG9KK0 bliviongate:

Nora

Andrius made a comment on acting before they got discovered. He was going to provide cover for Nora and Soren until they got close to the enemy.
Nora glanced at Andrius. He looked nervous. She wondered if this was his first battle.
She was not too calm herself. She shifted into a more comfortable position behind the boulder where she was hiding.

"You'll get your sign when Crassius blows an Order trooper's brains out with an arrow.," Soren said.

They did not have to wait long before their companions began shooting. Arrows whistled through the air and buried themselves into the flesh of the enemy soldiers.

Nora took that as her cue to attack. She quickly got up and ran the last distance towards the camp. She drew her steel long sword and targeted an archer that was standing with his back to her. He did not notice her before it was too late. She brought her blade down on his left shoulder, and as he turned she thrust her blade into his abdomen. The archer fell without a sound and Nora proceeded towards her next target.
A lone legion soldier was fighting three soldiers of the Order. He struck one of them with his blade and another got struck by an arrow. Nora hurried towards him to help him with the remaining soldier, but just before she reached him he got struck by the enemy’s axe.
Nora ran towards the enemy soldier, and while he was busy trying to release his axe from the legion soldier’s body she plunged her sword into a weak spot between his cuirass and greaves. After tugging her blade free from the Order’s back, he fell limp to the ground.

As she moved across the camp, she saw Arrius engage one of the leaders into combat. A stack of crates burst into flames as Ulno set fire to it. The flames spread hungrily through the camp. She could feel the air heating up, and the smell of soot and burning flesh filled her nose.
Another warrior of Order approached her with his sword ready to strike, but before he got close enough an arrow pierced into his skull. Nora sidestepped to avoid his falling body, and saw Arrius finishing off his target. He gripped his arm and fell to the ground.

What the hell, she thought.

“Arrius!” she ran over to him and kneeled beside him. She didn’t find any serious wounds on his body, neither could she see any damages to his head. She shook his body. “Arrius, get up!”

A small ball of fire exploded merely feet away from them. Nora got to her feet and saw a Dunmer dressed in heavy armor walking towards them. He summoned another ball of fire and sent it flying. Nora barely managed to dodge it and the flare harmlessly struck a tree far behind her. The mage prepared to attack again, and Nora quickly reached down to pick up the shield lying beside Arrius’ target. She raised it just in time to defend herself from the massive flames that struck her. The shield yet again became unbearably hot, and Nora threw it to the ground with a cry of pain as her left hand got scorched from the warm metal.

The battlemage was drawing closer and closer. He used his last magica to summon two large daedric daggers. Nora raised her sword in a defensive stance and waited for him to attack. They both measured each other for a split second. The battle had drained both their strength, and they both knew that this would be their last fight.

The Dunmer shouted a battle cry and rushed towards her. She deflected his swinging daggers, and struck after his legs. He dodged her blade and raised his daggers to strike again. She barely mustered the strength to swing her sword upwards to block. Her arm fell tiredly, no longer strong enough to lift the heavy blade. The battlemage saw the opportunity to thrust his right dagger into her left shoulder. She cried in pain and anger, and dropped her sword to land a powerful hit to the man’s face. This caused him to stagger backwards, pulling his dagger out of her shoulder and nick her throat. Blood seeped out of the wounds and trailed crimson marks down her arm and chest. She reached down to pull her dagger out of her boot and gripped it as tight as she could in her hand.

The Dunmer breathed heavily and gathered the last of his strength to raise his right arm to strike down at her. She gripped the blade with her left hand, cursing the pain when it cut through her gauntlet. With a shout, she brought her own dagger down to pierce through the Dunmer’s skin right above the collarbone. Pain surged through her body as she felt him stabbing his other dagger into her stomach. She fell backwards and crashed to the ground next to Arrius, with the battlemage following and landing on top of her.
She had used up all her strength and she slowly fell unconscious.

Crassius Gravius


Crassius shot his last arrow and watched it as it stuck his target in the chest. Hastily he dropped his bow and equipped his sword and shield. Charging headlong into battle, plunging his sword into the back of an un expecting soldier. Turning to the nearest enemy just in time to block the attackers mace sending the man staggering, running up to him he jumped in the air and swiftly brought his sword down slicing right through the mans neck.

Losing his balance Crassius stumbled and rolled to his feet meeting a Nord’s fist putting him on his back. The Nord stood over him and raised his huge two handed axe over his head and brought it down with power. Rolling out of the way, he swung his sword and caught the man in the calf. Roaring in pain the Nord kicked Crassius in the chest and sent him flying back. Scrambling to get back to his feet, His enemy sent his axe flying at Crassius’s head. Just ducking under, the axe soared over him and hit another soldier in the torso. Regaining his footing he locked eyes with the Nord and they charged each other. Crassius locked onto his target and with deadly precision swung his sword with all of his might, connecting to the Nords helmet. He turned around and watched as the towering behemoth collapsed to the ground.

Looking around to see if any of his squad were near him he saw Nora and her opponent tumble to the ground. Hurrying over to her, he threw the mage off her and saw her gravely wounded. Looking around he also saw Arrius lying on the ground unconscious.

Knowing there was nothing he could do to help these two.

“Help!” Crassius yelled hoping to get the attention of his remaining squad members.

Soren nodded. "We'll split. Andrius, you use the chameleon spell and scout out the right side of the encampment while Nora and I will sneak through the treeline. Crassius, Ulno and Arrius will start for the left flank."

"Aye, commander" Andrius responded.

Soren gave the word, and he and Nora headed towards the camp. Andrius spotted a few sentries patrolling the flank, but not many. There were many gaps in their sight in which Nora and Soren could effectively slip through to attack. The wind was blowing into his face as he scanned the camp, and would accelerate any arrows fired towards Andrius and his companions.

I hope the others make use of the favorable wind

A battle cry caught Andrius' attention; it was Soren's. He and Nora begun their charge, and sprinted to the camp. The few sentries took noticed, and each knocked an arrow, taking a few crucial seconds to aim. Andrius conjured his magicka, and with a few mumbled words, let out a burst of energy. It was then that the sentries loosed a volley at Nora and Soren. The twang of the bows rung in his ear, and the arrows flew threw the air with great speed, receiving assistance from the southeast wind. Andrius' spell exploded above Nora and Soren, and created a shield in front of them that the arrows glanced off of.

Success - time to get down there myself

Andrius ran from the trees into the opening made by Nora and Soren. The archers that previously fired a volley of arrows lay dead at his feet when he entered the camp, presumably with wounds cute by both Nora and Soren's blades. He scanned the area for his companions, but could not spot them. Suddenly, a stack of crates exploded into fire. The wind, this time assisting them, forced the nearby tents to catch as well, igniting the camp into an inferno. By now, other allied soldiers had breached the right flank of the camp, and engaged most of the soldiers there, but quick heavy foot steps, and clanging steel armor caught Andrius' ears. He turned to investigate, and saw a young soldier clad in chain-mail armor without a helmet running at him. The soldier wielded a small, rusty dagger, and charged at Andrius' with a fervent cry of hate. He was closing the distance fairly quickly, so Andrius could not react with a spell. Instead, he put his combat skills to use. The young Order soldier was almost upon him, but Andrius reacted with a spinning kick, and thrust his foot into the soldiers stomach. The chain mail armor was not adorned properly, and did protect the unfortunate Order soldier from the severe blow. Gasping for air, the soldiers grasped his stomach and bent over. Andrius spun in the opposite direction, launching his foot into the air, and connected, with the instep of his foot, to the enemy's jaw. The Order soldier fell onto the ground, his jaw dislocated, and blood running from his mouth. Before Andrius could admire his victory, he heard a familiar voice cry for help.

“Help!” Crassius yelled, as he tossed a body donning Order robes off of a friendly soldier.

Crassius was crouched over Nora, who lay on the ground with blood visibly surrounding her body. Andrius sprinted towards the scene, not resting after his skirmish with the enemy. As he approached, Crassius pointed further to the right, where Arrius also lay. No blood could be seen, but Arrius was not moving. The Dunmer mage Crassius removed off of Nora was still breathing. Andrius keeled over him, and at the same time wrapped his left hand behind the Dunmer's head, and his right hand was placed on the mage's jaw. With a quick action, Andrius broke the Dunmer's neck. A loud snap penetrated the ears of those around.

"He wasn't dead yet" jested Andrius. It was now his time to demonstrate his ability. He removed a potion from his belt.

"Crassius, give this to Arrius. Make him drink it - just a few sips. He doesn't look bad - pour it into any wounds on his body. I'll take care of Nora"

Nora was badly wounded. She bled from a cut on her neck, a slash across her shoulder, and a stab to her stomach. Andrius picked his head up, and signaled for friendly soldiers to carry her body to the flank from which Andrius, Soren, and Nora attacked from. With ease, he waved his hand across her neck, healing the scratch. He mumbled more indecipherable words as he placed both hands on Nora's slash wound on her soldier. The wound started to close, except for the top of skin. The most grave wound would be a challenge: a deep stab wound to the stomach. Andrius continued his healing spell and placed both hands on the wound. The blood stopped, but the wound was still open. He removed one hand, now covered in blood, and poured the second healing potion from his belt into the wound. The wound begun to close.

Andrius spoke to Nora "Can you hear me? Wake up!"

Soren Snowe

Soren cut through ten soldiers in a flash with his light sword and armor. As the army continued to advance, he took little notice as he easily attacked and killed many soldiers. Eventually, the front lines of the Imperial Order crumbled as the Legion attacked the front, completely taking the camp. From there, the Legion started to slaughter the Order forces who tried to fight back, a blood price if anything.

He looked around for Nexus 1. What he saw made him cringe. Nora was heavily wounded with three shots in vital areas. The rest of the group started to huddle around her.

Soren continued towards Nora and looked down with pity. He knelt down and took a vial of Zoe's special remedy and fed some to Nora. Although the remedy was very barbaric in origin, it seemed to do the trick as the combination of Andrius' potions and the remedy started to stabilize her. Soren sighed and sat down near a fire close by. "We'll rest here until Nora's fully recovered," He stated, staring into the fire.

He flipped open his watch and looked at the picture of him and Zoe, comforted by that and the fire.

Nora

She could vaguely feel her body being lifted off the ground and carried away. The sounds of battle dimmed and the sound of her blood rushing through her head became louder.
Her mind was cloudy, and she felt weaker by the second. Her shoulder and left hand hurt a lot, and it felt like her stomach was on fire.

She clenched her hands and felt searing pain rush though the palm of her left hand. "Ngh..." she mumbled. Someone fed her a vile tasting potion. She wanted to spit it out, but couldn't muster the strength. The flames were replaced by a shock of cold in her abdomen. She hazily tried to reach her hands to get rid of whatever it was that made her feel so cold.

A voice called out to her close by. She could not make out the words.

"Cold..." she mumbled and continued to search for the reason of her discomfort.

Name: Thomas Li
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Imperial
Birth sign: Steed
Class: Soldier
Skills: Long sword, spear, shield, athletics, alchemy, cooking and medium armour.

General Appearance: Thomas has a very youthful appearence, his hair is short but well kept and so is his face. Due to his ability with alchemical ingredients, his skin is well looked after. He's very athletic too, slight muscles show around his arms and stomach. Quite handsome, Thomas is very proud of his appearence.
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Brown, short.

Gear(backpacks, etc.): Carries an assortment of thick glass vials, some are empty, others are full. He also has a small mortor and pestle. A few pairs of cotton trousers and shirts along with some leather boots.
Weaponry: A military issue spear, short sword and shield.
Armour&Clothing: Military issue medium armour.

Personality(string of adjectives do not make a personality): Normally a quiet, light hearted fellow. He's been picked on for the majority of his life but is still very strong willed. He loves the empire and while he's a little naive- he will defend it with his own life. Not a particularly smart kid, he doesn't read or attempt to write but he does try hard to learn the things which will help better him, I.e. combat tactics or cooking recipes.

History/Background: Born into a poor family of 4 brothers, Thomas was surrounded by masculine idols. His brothers were strong, independant men who swore their lives to the Aedra and the empire and, while he was very young, served in the Imperial Legion. This meant that joining the Imperial Legion was nothing more then something he was born to do. And while it wasn't really in his interests, he joined because of the war. At first he was concerned that he would be too young, but as he put his heart and soul into it. He soon learnt that he was very proficient at it and became a very strong swordsman and a credit to his brothers and family who had all been through this prestigious order.

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The sound of battle still hanged in the air, moans and shouts of pain echoed across the night. Thomas, gripping his sword and shield tightly, crept into the camp. It was huge, and while he didn't expect any immediate danger, he knew he had to get into the centre alive. Find nexus 1, Captain Snowe will be there.. he thought to himself, keeping occupied as he stepped over the dead or mutilated corpses.

He had arrived just after the orders for battle had been given, as a replacement he'd been shipped out to fill up the squad but had never managed to reach them in time due to their caravan being attacked by enemy soldiers. He tightened his grip against his shield and tried to steady his mind. Movement to his left caught his eye and, staying as quiet as he could, pressed himself against a tent that had yet to catch fire. He watched as an Imperial soldier marched through the camp, he was surrounded by 3 archers and what looked like a foot soldier.

Feeling it was safe to come out, Thomas stepped out of the shadow and headed for the group of soldiers. He called out to them, "Excuse me, sir!" the squad stopped and looked at him, one of the archers readied his bow and another began to fiddle with his quiver.
"That's far enough soldier! Step into the light!" replied what Thomas presumed to be the leader. He did as he was told, and as soon as his imperial armour was revealed, the archers sighed in relief and Thomas jogged towards him. "What are you doing out here alone soldier?"
"I'm a replacement sir, for Nexus 1." Thomas stood to attention.
"Nexus 1?" The man asked, looking confused, he turned to the soldier who nodded.
"I believe they were with the charge on their rear sire. They should be towards the back of the campsite." The soldier spoke up, his thick nordic accent made Thomas shiver slightly.
"There we go boy, now go quickly, there could still be remnants of these traitorous bastards." The leader patted Thomas on the back and watched as he left. "It doesn't seem right, I know the Empire is in a bad state, but recruiting kids? It just doesn't seem right."

Thomas was jogging now, his armour clanked loudly but everywhere he went he saw an Imperial soldier so he wasn't bothered about protection. Every other soldier he passed he asked them for Nexus 1 but no one had seen them. Apparently they had been instrumental to the assault but after the first few moments they didn't know where they were. He began to lose hope in finding them, perhaps they had died? The thought depressed Thomas, he'd never fought in a war before, but he knew people died and he'd hoped to atleast experience some of the joy of war. Like the fellowship or the bravery of your fellow soldiers, he'd been told tall tales about that.

"Hey kid, where you going?" Asked an orc, his gruff features and bloodied axe startled Thomas at first. The orc listened to his story again and smiled, "Nexus 1, eh? Hah, you unlucky sod. Yeah, I know where they are." He raised his thick arm to point to his right. "Just behind those tents there, Captain Snowe is with them currently." Thomas nodded, patted his armour down and made sure he looked decent before heading in the direction. After all - Appearence was everything.

"Soldier Thomas Li, reporting for duty Captain Snowe!" He called out to a man clad entirely in black. His back was to Thomas, so he felt a little akward just standing there. But he figured it was better then barging in and giving his name. Atleast this way was formal. "Replacement from the Imperial Legion sir! Dispatched a week ago, just arrived." He eyed the woman lying on the floor. He'd never seen someone die before. Was she dying?

Andrius slowly examined Nora's remaining the wound. He heard her mumble something, but paid no attention. All her wounds were healed, or healing, except for the grave stabbing wound on her stomach. The bleeding stopped, and the lower layers of the skin were mended, but the wound was still open.

Andrius spoke to himself as he continued his work. "It needs more healing - or more time." His head whipped from side to side as thoughts raced through his head. "I need a large bandage fast; someone fetch one for me. Thanks much. Is Arrius here? He needs to be moved. Looks like this is our field hospital." His focus then turned back to the unconscious Nora. "Hopefully you're not uncomfortable.. This might hurt. After you're in better shape, we can make better arrangements." He did not care that she did not respond

He spoke in the magical tongue, as he sqeezed the open wound so that the edges of the skin touched. Blood started to seep through as he used his other hand to cover the wound. After a few seconds, a bright light grew where his hand was placed on Nora's stomach. He continued his incantation closing his eyes and moving his hand back and forth. The star-like light diminished as Andrius opened his eyes. The wound was closed; completely healed from the outside. A smile crept upon Andrius' face. He noticed a few soldiers walking by checking pilfered camp for any supplies.

"Soldiers! Legionaries! Are their any wounded close by?" yelled Andrius

They responded with some intelligible grunts and a nod.

"Bring them here - be quick!"

The soldiers, again grunting and nodding, meandered through the corp examining dead bodies looking for wounded or injured soldiers. Andrius searched for his bed roll, and his sack. Only his belt was on - he the left the latter back at the camp. One of the potions was already empty, only 2 were remaining.
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"Would anyone volunteer to fetch the supplies from the Legion camp? I need some bedrolls, bandages, pillows, potions..." Andrius trailed off as another idea flew into his head. "Perhaps - Yes! The tents! Get the bedding out of the tents. There should at least be bedrolls of some sorts. Most of the tents look burned, but if there are any in pristine order I could use them. Looks like I also need more help. Soren, would you mind using your rank to order some soldiers to fetch the supplies?"

A young imperial approached, and spoke a professional greeting. Andrius' ignoring the greeting instantly, and assumed this young Imperial was going to help.

"Find me bodies, injured ones, not dead ones. I can't resurrect the dead... yet." Andrius chuckled, collected himself, and continued speaking within a minute. "Bedrolls and bandages too - bring any supplies over here"

Andrius did not know that this Imperial was a Nexus "replacement". Andrius, after examing Nora's improving condition yelled to Crassius again.

"Crassius, Crassius! How are you? Where's Arrius; did the potion work?" In the same second he knelt down next to Nora.

"Awaken, my bumbling barbarian brute."