"Allow me to add my thoughts to this." Philias stated, surprisingly sober. "Since the Pure are on the offence, I don't think they'll expect to be hit and also, won't take extra precautions. So Ravu should be hiding where he has been hiding all along, which won't be in a too hard to reach location. That... or they DO expect to be hit, in which case they'll still be in the same location, only awaiting us." coming to that conclusion, Philias felt quite helpless. Maybe they SHOULD make a run for it.

"I'm ready to go. And don't feel to worried about a lack of plan. With what little information we have, we can't get more complex than 'we get in and crack any head we have to until the whole place is turned upside down.' But I will need to make a stop in St Olm's plaza on he way. I've some things at my inn that will be off more profit if I have them than burning with the Canton when the Pures set their mind to it."

Having little more to add, Anarys stood up and started moving to the door "What little planning we can do can be done on the way.". He paused for a few seconds, getting the sword, sheath and sword belt from the unlamented Yervag and tossing them to Phillias "Take that, it's a rather good blade and will do you more good than a dagger."

Folven was admittedly starting to agree with these three. There was little hope for escape, and the best time to stop the Pure would be now, before they amass any more power. He saw how they let the still living Pure go, and decided they couldn't be without mercy. His thoughts were bolstered by the Argonian's concern for his "partner", although it also exposed his weakness.

The Breton spoke for the first time "Allow me to add my thoughts to this. Since the Pure are on the offence, I don't think they'll expect to be hit and also, won't take extra precautions. So Ravu should be hiding where he has been hiding all along, which won't be in a too hard to reach location. That... or they DO expect to be hit, in which case they'll still be in the same location, only awaiting us."

Folven was glad to see how logical the young man was, 'Between him and the Dunmer these three should be alright.'

The Dunmer addressed the party, which now seemed to include the old hunter “I'm ready to go. And don't feel too worried about a lack of plan. With what little information we have, we can't get more complex than 'we get in and crack any head we have to until the whole place is turned upside down.' But I will need to make a stop in St Olm's plaza on the way. I've some things at my inn that will be off more profit if I have them than burning with the Canton when the Pures set their mind to it.”

'Ah, a supply run. Seems appropriate, as these yahoos have up and turned into mercenaries. If nothing else, they should be able to protect me until I can get to safety. But what of the leader? He practically said he wouldn't kill me, not for now anyway. But if he sees me with his targets...'

Suddenly, the bandaged Ravu's words echoed in his mind, a frightful reminder of how close he had come to being killed 'There are no Gods, no tribunal, no emperors to save us now. Our fate rests in man and mer!' Folven's eyes grew glassy and unfocused as he stared at the blade he still held. His mind was brought back to the present when the Dark Elf began talking once more.

“What little planning we can do can be done on the way." He was almost out of the tavern, until he stopped to hand the dead Yerga's blade to the Breton "Take that, it's a rather good blade and will do you more good than a dagger."

'It looks like this one, yet it differs somehow. I know this cannot be an ordinary sword, and I wish to throw it to the depths of the sea, but I cannot let go of the only possesion I still retain.'

"I shall join you..."

Quick-Tail grined now that the other Dunmer had decided to join their happy band, "Well, looks like now its a party! Lets get the hell out of here before the real assasins arrive!" Quick-Tail said, "Stay close, stay quiet, and lets not attract too much attention." Quick-tail said. For once, his thief skills may come in handy. Wondeful, sneaking is useful again he thought.

He quietly opened the door and took and initial sweep of the area. The whole place was a rot scene. White robed men and normal civillians attacked Ordinators, while ordinators and a few loyalists cut them down. But the ordinators were desperatly outnumbered. One bby one, they began to be picked off. The whole scene was such a mess sneaking around it could be no problem.

"Follow me boys" quick-Tail said, and then stealthily moved into the shadows. As quick tail moved, fires broke out and hundred of panicked cries and yells filled the air. Rounding the corner, he saw the long, well illumiated hallway to the door outside. Pray no one enters that door, or we will be seen Quick-tail quickly turned around to check if his comrades were behind him before continuing.

Anarys trailed behind Quick-Tail ? even if his skills at moving unnoticed were more than enough in the current confusion, he brocade of his coat wasn't exactly suited to it.
Once reaching the brightly lit exit corridor, he moved faster ? there was no point in trying to hide there ? but kept an invisibility spell in mind, ready to cast it at a moment's notice.

Reaching the corridor's end without anyone coming to see him, he stopped next to the argonian, whispering to him "The only purity these morons will get is in their graves. A fire or a crumbling wall don't play favorite. I'm surprised Ravu found that many idiots to dance to his tune."

belting the sword around his waist, he followed Quick-Tail, though as the rear-guard of the party, which seemed best, as the two Dunmer might not be as fast as him when the situation called for it.

His hand around the sword, still warm from his previous owner, he waited anxiously for the two Dunmer to follow the Argonian's lead.


OOC: Short post, but there isn't much to RP at the moment

OOC: Guess I'll come too


IC: Folven started for the door, following the Argonian, noticing the others were doing likewise. The Dunmer went after Quick Tail, then the Breton, with Folven bringing up the rear.

The confusion and destruction outside abhorred Folven, who had not realized just how many Ordinators and cultists would be fighting. He resolved himself, swallowed his fear, and stared at the back of the Breton in front of him. The others were crouching, moving along slowly and stealthily, which the aging Dunmer found no need for. He doubted the Pure had thoughts for anything not wearing an Indoril mask at the moment, and besides, he also doubted he could sneak along any longer with his back being how it is.

The Argonian led them right towards a bright tunnel, with the exit at the end. He sincerely hoped no one would try to follow them, especially since that if someone were to attack them, Folven would be first. His sword hand was shaking, despite his attempts to stay calm.

'We're going to the Olm's Canton, where the Dunmer's inn is. There we'll restock and come up with a plan. Okay, you can do this...'

"You have a good point there, my friend" he said to anarys comment. "It's also a good thing St. Olms is so close." Quick-Tail checkedto see if everyone was behind him, and rushed down the hallway.

When they got outside, it was approching sunset. he could see fire in the great house districts, and the foreign quarter had been reduced to a burnt ruin. The sun cast a dak shadow through thick clouds, the shadow seemed to mock the city in ruins. Quick-Tail looked to St.Olms, which wasn't on fire. Quick-tail pointed, "Well, looks like our luck is turning around. Somewhere isnt on fire!" quick-tail chuckled, and then continued onwards.

It took him about half an hour to reach St.Olms. Normally it wouldn't take so long, but he was staying safe from the commotionof the Arena district. He walked inside St.Olms and looked around. The once heavily populated halls of St.Olms were totally deserted. Not a living soul, or dead body, in sight. "No ones in here...It's a ghost town. Anyone else think this is bad? Well, Anarys, you olead the way now to whereever you need to go. We will follow" He said, Quick-Tail drew his blade, "I've got a baaad feeling about this though."

Sharing Quick-Tail's appreciation that somehting was amiss, Anarys unsheated his claymore before leading the way to the inn. Despite the weapon's size, it's perfect balance and Anary's familiarity with the weapon made the motion surprisingly smooth and easy. But whatever trouble might be brewing didn't see fit to show up on the way in. Let's just hope the way out will be as seasy as the way in...

Soon he had brought everyone to his room. More than large enough to five them breathing space. He quickly discarded his mantle and chain shirt before digging the trunk holding his possessions. He picked up and donned a mail hauberk, supplementing with greaves and helmet before adding a belt whose pouches held several potions. Despite being of high quality mithril, his armor had none of the shiny frills commonly associated with the material. It was instead of a dark and dull gray color.

"There are a few health and magic restorations potions in the chest. Odds are we'll need them, so feel free to pick them. Same for the mail shirt. It will be of no use to anyone waiting here until the Pure set fire to the Canton."

Quick-Tail nodded, "I'm not much of a magic man, but Some healing potions sound great..." he went through the chest and picked up 4 green bottles he recognized as health potions and stowed them away in a pouch that he tied to his belt. He sat on the bed, and could feel the wave of exaustion from a long day rush over him. He took a deep breath in and let it out again.

"Something isn't right about this place. The pure want the ordinators dead, but not the civillians. And no one is here. I'm starting to think whatever is doing this isn't the pure..." Quick-Tail said. almost as if on que, a scream came from the end of that hallway. The sword of the dunmer, who's name he found was Folven, began to radiate a white light.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Quick-Tail moaned, "Can we just go somewhere in peace nowadays? Sheesh." Quick-Tail said.

"Who wants to volunteer to go see what made that noise?" Quick-Tail asked, as another scream, obviously a womans scream, came from down the hallway.

Folven followed the three to the Dunmer's "inn", where the claymore wielding elf started donning armor. Folven looked around, trying to find a cross or long bow. Disappointed, Folven watched dully as the Argonian started pocketing potions. Their calm irritated Folven 'How can they not be afraid? They would go against a horde hundreds of cultists, armed with these crazy swords and stranger magics!'

Folven snapped at the Argonian immediately after he stopped talking "So you think a few potions and steel are going to help us? We need a plan, for Azura's sake!"

Before anyone had a chance to answer, a scream pierced the uneasy air. At the same time, Folven's cursed sword began radiating bright, white light. The Dunmer dropped the blade immediately, feeling as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. The feeling was forgotten when the scream was repeated.

"Who wants to volunteer to go see what made that noise?"

'Not me...' Folven was transfixed by his glowing blade still on the floor, the light filling his eyes and, as it grew continuously brighter, his mind as well. In the light, he saw fire. He saw his friends, all trapped in the lodge, clawing at the door. Horrible laughter emitted from the other side, chillingly familiar. His friend's faces all flashed before him, twisted in agony. The final face was not in pain. In fact, all Folven could see of the face is white. His mind took a moment registering the image, until with horror he realized it was the Pure leader, Ravu. Folven fell on the floor of the Temple district balcony, his throat burning from where the robed man had thrown him. He tried to scream, only to find his mouth covered entirely in bandage. The bandages obscured his vision as well, only the red glow of flames visible.

Back in Anarys' inn, outside of Folven's mind, we see the aging Dunmer convulsing on the floor, clawing at his face as he released terrible screams of pain. His right hand left deep scratches along his wrinkled features, his left clutching the still luminous sword.


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"Face it, the Ordinators are only a start - from what Folven said and the way they're acting, basically anyone they don't deem 'pure' is fair game to them. It's just easier to do the butchery once you've removed the defenders."

Anarys listened to the supposition the Pure weren't involved in clearing the canton. "that doesn't fit with what we've seen of them, but they're the most likely cause. Them or whatever they're fronting for. But that's weird, you don't disappear that many peoples without leaving any trace. Or at least without an insane amount of magic to charm them into moving. Or scare them into running...
honestly, if they've that sort magic at hand they're playing way beyond my league. That's the sort of tricks the Tribunal could have played or stopped, but they were a tad better than me. But right now I'll have a look ? I'm probably the best of us if there's something nasty to get rid of out there."

Before he could go, the old dunmer fell down, convulsing, clutching to his still-glowing sword. "Damn, keep an eye on him, I'll go. But first..." As he started moving, Anarys expertly kicked the sword out of Folven's hand. Both to prevent him from injuring himself with it, and in case it was causing the convulsions.

Without looking back at the result, Anarys quickly casted an invisibility spell before quickly, but quietly moving out, sword at the ready. Guiding himself on the screams to identify their cause.

Quick-Tail nodded, "Yeah, i'll see what I can do here" He said as Anarys slipped into invisibilty and went out the door. Quick-Tail turned his attention to the dunmer man. "Snap out of it!" He hastily removed a healing potion and opened it.

"Sit still, drink this" he said, then tried to grasp Folven and keep his head still. Folven's uncontrolled spasams, though, prevented quick-Tail from bieng able to effectivly keep him still, and much of the potion spilled before it even reached the siexing dunmers mouth.

He turned to Philias, "Do something man! Your the mage! Use some crazy healing spell and save this guy from dying!" quick-Tail said as he held folven as still as he could so he would not collide with the furniture. "you picked a fine time to have a siezure, pal..." Quick-Tail said, somewhat annoyed.

Folven was still haunted by delusions, but once the Dunmer knocked away the sword, they seemed to be only play backs of his previous nightmares. The horrible scenes came from within him now, instead of the sword, which was growing fainter by the moment. As the light died, so did Folven's visions, until he could see the inn around him. He felt thick fluid on his face and chest, and for one terrible moment he thought it was blood. His screams continued, but his thrashing soon stopped, and he saw the Argonian kneeling over him, a bottle in hand. Folven grew quiet as realization struck him.

'It-it's not blood...' He tentatively raised his hand to his large head 'No injury... No burns... What was that nightmare?!'

The Argonian was saying something, shouting actually. All Folven heard was the panicked word "dying!" 'Dying?! No!'

The large elf pushed the Argonian off of him, and jumped to his feet, his fears renewed. Folven's screams continued, this time in discernable words "You're not going to kill me!"

In his panick, all the Dunmer could think of was saving himself from the fate he felt grew closer with every breath. He searched the room for a weapon, convinced these two were trying to kill him somehow. His hand found a nearby club, holding the weapon threateningly between him and the Argonian "Stay back!"


OOC: Sorry if he's annoying, but it seems I have to go with it now. I do not regret my decision I assume you two can pacify him? I really don't want him to die or anything

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Following the screams proved extremely easy, as it lead Anarys straight to the inn's entry hall. The screamer was a youngish dunmer woman he recognized as one of the inn's maids. Doing her best to take cover behind the receptionist's deck and using a chair to protect herself as would an animal trainer.

Attacking her were a pair of humanoid figures, whose skin has been turned black by what seems to be some sort of magical corruption. One has grown larger, almost disproportionately larger at some points, and the other has become skinny enough toward where his black skin is tight on his bones. The creatures were clad in rags which meant they had been peoples at some point.
Using the cover of his spell Anarys stepped in behind the pair. Noting that these things weren't clumsy as a zombie would be but instead displayed a speed and agility a khajit would be proud of. Damn, I'll have to play it smart...

Once in range, Anarys attacked in a powerful swing aimed at the smallest creature's neck. As he hoped, the heavy and razor sharp blade sliced all the way through, keeping enough speed to catch the largest creature's side under it's arm, cutting a deep wound. "come on you bastard, let's see how you're doing against someone who can fight back."

Anarys moved a few steps backs, moving to the hall's open space. His eyes narrowing as the wound in the creature's side started closing itself. And the bastards heals in minutes. Oh joy...
As the creature launched an attack, attempting to rake him with his claws, Anarys moved aside, bringing down his blade in the same motion. Hitting the leg at knee height, sending the creature to the ground. Before it could recover, Anarys struck the neck, cutting all the way through in another decapitation, the blade ringing on the stone floor. No matter their fault's, one can't blame the dwemer's workmanship. A steel blade would have been nicked, if not bent. With the two creatures fallen, Anarys moved to check the first, relieved to find they didn't heal lethal wounds.

And found himself under another sort of assault as the maid dropped her chair to cling to him in a sobbing panic. While far from life-threatening - the maid wasn't strong enough to make suffocation any concern - it didn't offer him much in the way of explanations, and wouldn't do much good if others creatures came. Anarys wrestled the maid away ans silenced her with two quick and forceful slaps, fishing out a flask of sujama from th receptionist's desk and giving her a large sip to steady her nerves.

"Calm down lass, you're safe now. Tell me, what's going on in the Canton ? Where do this things come from ?". Ready to slap down another panic moment.

Folven went in some kind of frenzy and jumped up. With a bewildered look he searched around the chamber to find a club between Anarys' possessions. Reaching for the club, he now turned his attention to the Argonian and warned him to stay back.

Philias sought desperately for a spell to gain the upper hand in this situation. That bloody Argonian... I told him my magic wasn't worth counting on. - He nevertheless opted for his birthsign's paralyse spell, which he now could use, since Folven seemed to be holding his eyes on the Argonian the most. His biggest concern was, however, that the spell should be transferred by a kiss on the lips, the Lover's way, which was both risky and -in this situation- unpleasant. He waited for the elf to switch focus to Tail again and then did his all-or-nothing jump for his face.


OOC: Just don't stick your tongue out...

OOC: No problem, Darkom. i actually like how u, and everyone else, is RPing their Characters. Good job everyone. now the plot thickens...

The maid looked up at the dunmer man who had helped her and took a sip of Sujama... "They came... out f nowhere... starting killing people, then dragging them away and turning them into... those... things!" She yelled "Those where my brothers" she got up and ran to one of them and starting crying, "Why? Why!"

A monstorus moan was heard from down the hallway. the woman was paralyzed with fear, "It's... them! RUN!" She panickingly ran out of the inn, and as she ran out the door, a tall black creture jumped on her. she screamed, but the screaming soon stopped. The creature stood up, blood still on its claws, and rounded the corner of the inn. It obviously had never been man, mer, or beast. it was thin, with long claws on the ends of its fingers. 2 large, elflike ears on top of a skulllike head. It's bleed red eyes glowed like the other ones.

It yelled in fury over its past kill, and then began looking for a new victim. A smaller, sakelike crature emerged from its mout an slithered away into the mutilated womans body. The creature found her heart and bore its way inside. The womans body began to convulse violently and black boild grew on her skin. One of her forearms turned into a wickedly curved blade ans she got up, consumed by this... thing.

Both creatures had yet to see Anarys, but slowly and menacingly began to walk towards the door.

***

Quick-Tail watched as Folven went into his new panic attack. The dunmer threw Quick-Tail off and Quick-Tail hit the bedpost with suprising force. "Bugger" Quick-Tail said as he got up.

Folven stood up and yelled "Stay Back!" and quick-Tail held his hands out in front of him, to show he wasnt a threat. Quick-tail had delt with something like this... once. About 2 years ago. He learned best thing to do was to talk slowly and show he wasn't a threat. "Folven, you are going to live. Dont worry, pal" Quick-Tail said slowly, "It's going to be okay..."

As he said that, Philias did something... unexpected to say the least. Philias jumped forward towards Folven when he was looking at Quick-tail, and... kissed Folven? I've been a thief for a while, but that right there was truly bizzare A green glow emitted from the kiss as folven sunk to the floor, paralyzed. quick-Tail laughed, now realizing what Philias did. ahhh... the lovers kiss. I never thought that was literal, though

Quick-Tail laughed, "Well, there's one way to do it I Guess."

"Ehm... well... I had to do something, didn't I?"Philias said, slightly confused by what he just had to do. "Better tie him up, so we have all time to bring his common sense back... why the [censored] did he do that?" he continued, taking off his sword belt to use to tie Folven up. "Would this sword do the same to me? It's from those Pure guys we met in the tavern..." He picked up Folven, who seemed to be slowly gaining his strength back already, which was more of a convenience than a problem, as - either out of confusion or renewed sense - he cooperated when Philias guided him to the nearest chair to tie him up to. - "What takes Anarys so long?" he asked, still making sure Folven wouldn't be able to move.

"Folven? Folven, are you back yet? Folven!"

Quick-tail shrugged, "I'm sure anarys is just bieng through. He probably wants o know whats going on out there. Besides, we cant leave folven here by himself. Right now, he's defensless, if something bad were to happen to Folven, he would have no way of fighting back. Lets wait until Folven comes too before we see what Anarys is up too." quick-tail stated. He layed down on the bed and noticed it was very comfy.

"Man, laying down on a nice bed like this feels so good after a long day like today." Quick-tail said relaxingly

OOC: Spelling and grammar :facepalm:

IC: Folven was more than shocked when the Breton kissed him, he was downright dumbfounded. At first, he didn't notice the paralysis because he wouldn't have moved anyway. In his delusions, he was certain these two had convinced him to follow only to kill him with nightmares and dark rituals. Hundreds of possibilities ran through his panicked head, from them being Pure to thinking that if they killed him they would be saved from Ravu, and although most could have been discounted with simple logic, he was in no condition to refute any of them.

But in all his thoughts, the last thing he had expected was a kiss. It was so strange, so unthreatening, so... Folven could not find a word to suite this event. 'In one hundred and sixty two years of life on this realm, I have never had a stranger thing happen to me in stranger circumstances.' It was so preposterous, he would have laughed at the thought of it, had he been able to. Yet it's implications were clear, it could only have been the Lover's Kiss, the paralyzing lips of the stars. His feelings of peculiarity mingled with anger and the dying thoughts of fear.

If nothing else, hearing what they were saying made him realize that they had, in fact, not been trying to kill him. The nightmares had to have come from somewhere else. His eyes, the only movement available to him, strained to see the sword in the corner of the room, now dull and innocent.

He could do nothing but watch as the Breton sat him in a chair and tied him up, chatting about his own single edged blade. "Would this sword do the same to me? It's from those Pure guys we met in the tavern..." 'Of course not, mine is a curse from the head maniac himself. Yours is from a common maniac.' Folven though sarcastically.

"Folven? Folven, are you back yet? Folven!" The Breton shouted at him, Folven wondered why for several seconds until he realized that he must have acted strangely during his episode. The dull pain that throbbed on his face from his scratches combined with what little he remembered confirmed this.

He wanted to shout "Yes, now get off me!", but his mouth did not yet work well enough to form words. All that came out was garbled gibberish, probably not helping their opinions of his sanity.

Anarys watched with a hint a dismay the two creatures heading for the inn. Me and my rotten luck. Should have been a peaceful supply run, but no. It has to turn into creepytown, and one of the main events is headed for me. Frigging joy. Time to get some show of my own on the way...

Knowing that he now had potions to refresh his magic, Anarys incanted another spell, gathering most of his remaining power into another spell. Not the mantle of complete invisibility he had already used, this spell shrouded him in the sort of disturbance seen in warm air. Warping and randomly moving him and his blade, making his motions almost completely unpredictable.

As soon as he was sure his spell as firmly in place Anarys sprinted out of the inn at the two creatures, relying on surprise, rapid movement and the cover of his spell to win the day. He rushed between his two opponents, his sword moving in figure-eight motion. Letting his movement carry him past the two creatures, anarys turned to watch the result of his assault. What had been a woman was now sprawled lifelessly on the ground, cut from the shoulder down to the vitals. The master creature had been more skilled ? or lucky. It had seemingly managed to move mostly out of harm's way, with a deeply cut shoulder instead of the attempted decapitation.

Anarys kept his blade high in front of him, in a rather defensive stance. Offering the creature a chance to attack to get a better feel of it's abilities.

The black creature roared with pain and looked at the dunmer who sliced his shoulder. The creature scanned inte enviormet before leaping to the ceiling, using its claws on its hands and feet to cling to the roof like a spider. It crawled to a door and grasped it, ripping it off its hinges with inhuman strength.

Quick-tail was quite suprised when the creature ripped off the door. It was so peaceful a second ago.... The creature hissed loudlyand looked like he was about to hurl the door... right at Anarys. Quick-tail noted now Folvens white sword seemed to glow even brighter than ever, but he didn't care about that right now. Quick-Tail had to save Anarys.

Quickly, Quick-Tail ran and thrust his sword into the unsuspecting creature. It hissed and looked at him menacingly before Quick-Tail noticed a long whiplike tail, as big as the creature, impaling Quick-Tails thigh. The tail flung Quick-Tail across the room and into a wall.

Quick-Tail hit the wall hard. He slowly slid down and tried to stand on his feet, but his ruined leg was making that hard. Quick-Tail took out a healig potion and drank it, healing himelf quickly enough for Quick-tail to get ready for another attack on the beast should anyone else's attacks fail.

"Stay on your toes guys, watch that tail!" Quick-tail shouted.

Philias stood perplexed by the cheer deepness of the black. It seemed to absorb all the light into a screaming hole of non-existence. This creature - meanwhile glaring at the Breton with eyes as white as the dreaded swords, as white as the rest was black - was like the incarnation of Nothing, a realisation Philias' mind refused in all it's might. It sure IS there and if I don't get a move on, it will be my death. Just as he thought that, the thing made a streak with one arm in his direction, which Philias only just managed to evade. This turned out for the good, as it hit through the wall, leaving it's arm stuck. Leaving no time to waste, Philias pulled his sword and focussed on the tail, which seemed like the beast's only option at the moment. - He was right, though he had clearly underestimated the speed it would come his way, so instead of his planned sword strike, he was obliged to drop to the ground for cover.

Now he didn't find himself in the best position of an attack any more though. It was time for some thinking... which wasn't as easy as it might seem, given the relative chance of getting 'tailed' every second. "Ehm, Quick-Tail" he said with a surprisingly calm voice, through his amazing ability to tone down near to any situation, "would you mind cutting Folven loose? I would say it will be to our benefit, if not just to give him the same opportunity of running."

The thing had freed itself from the wall now, making Philias' situation only more dramatic. As the beast prepared for another charge, Philias kicked up his sword, startling the creature and creating a window of opportunity for his "backwards-roll-to-handstand-and-straight", quickly getting him from under the creature and back on his feet - which must have looked ridiculously elegant, he figured. He actually hoped to catch his sword in the end, but he had kicked it completely in the wrong direction, nearly hitting the two others. - The beast flinched for a moment, unsure about what just happened. That is the awesomeness that is me, pal. Philias thought. It quickly found Philias again though, and snapped at him, out of what seemed like frustration... or was it amusemant?

Folven was still trying to regain control of his body when one of the doors leading out of the room suddenly flew inward, revealing the pitch black monster. Folven could do nothing but stare with wide, terrified eyes, mouthing more nonsense. The tips of his fingers began moving at rapid speed, trying to compensate for the rest of his body's inability to do so.

The Argonian tried to stab the beast, but the creature hardly seemed to notice as the blade sunk into its horrid flesh. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the beast impaled the Argonian with a huge, snake like tail. The tail somehow threw the Argonian across the room, hitting the stone wall beside Folven with a hollow thump.

Before Folven could look to the battered Argonian, (and indeed he couldn't, for the immobility of his neck) the black beast threw out an arm to strike at the Breton who had put him in these restraints. The creature's arm broke the wall with a loud crash, and by the way it didn't immediately remove its appendage from the masonry Folven knew it must be stuck.

The Breton dodged the beast's tail, then somehow calmly spoke to the Argonian, who was now sitting upright, drinking a potion "Ehm, Quick-Tail, would you mind cutting Folven loose? I would say it will be to our benefit, if not just to give him the same opportunity of running."

'Yes! Do that!' Folven rocked the chair from side to side, trying to break or unfasted the belt with what little movement was available to him. Meanwhile, the beast had freed its arm and turned once more to the fallen Breton. The man somehow kicked his sword into the air, rolled backwards, jumped up onto his hands, and landed on his feet, arm outstretched to catch his sword. Before Folven could question how the man had pulled off such a manuever, his attention focused itself on the single edged blade flying at him.

"Ah!" Folven shouted, not bothering to realize he was now able to speak, as the sword imbedded itself in the wall behind him. Folven found he could move his legs again as the chair toppled over from his attempted dodge. He lay there, unable to do anything but flail his legs and shout at the nearby Argonian "You! Cut this belt, now!"

Quick-tail looked to Folven, noticed he was still helplessly bound by the belt. "Ehm, Quick-Tail, would you mind cutting Folven loose? I would say it will be to our benefit, if not just to give him the same opportunity of running." Philias said. Folven was frustrated and yelled at Quick-Tail ""You! Cut this belt, now!" he yelled

"Coming!" Quick-Tail shouted the creature looked at Quick-Tail and hissed he swore he could hear it say something too, though it sounded like someone was scatching a chalkboard, "All of you...shall be consumed... by corruption..." it hissed through its steely, demonic voice.

It lashed its tail at Quick-tail as Quick-Tail was making his mad dash to Folven. It wrapped around Quick-Tail and began to slowly crush him. He heard a couple of his ribs snap. Quick-Tail only had one chance at this and he hoped it worked. He swung his sword at the cretures tail to try and break free. The tail was sliced off cleanly and landed on the ground. Quick-Tail was free, and he had just enough time to crawl to folven and took out his shortsword. Quick-tail could fell intense pain in his chest.

"By Akatosh, you better appreciate this..." he said, letting Folven free. Quick-tail took out a healing potion and drank it. He could fell the fire of pain in his diminish somewhat, enough towards where he could get up, But Quick-Tail was still badly injured. quick-tail grabbed folvens blade and handed it too him. It was glowing like white fire, and the creature turned and saw it. The creature howled at its sight and then hissed.

"Looks like someone doesn't like... that sword. Go get em, man." He said to Folven before sitting down, utterly exausted from his chest. "Crap, I need a break..." he said, reaching for another potion in case he had to come to the rescue again.