OOC: Hehe... Alsan is not only difficult to RP... he's apparently difficult for others to understand.

IC: Aklsan actually laughed, looking at himself and running his hands down his chest as the Khajiit ran to the sewerage bridge. "Really? I always imagined I wasn't large enough to be a good shield, but I suppose desperate times would call for desperate measures." He replied smoothly to the Khajiit, taking the insult with amazing stride. He turned to an Imperial, Falcor, who claimed to be a legionaire. His smile widening, Alsan shook hands with the man.

"Pleasure to meet you, and don't worry about our feline friend. He does have a point. What better use for a useless body than a meat shield? Though usually I would use the bodies of my opponents, not my allies." He grinned, before following the Khajiit into the sewer. His nose was steadily beginning to get used to the stench.

"Artemis, do you wish to lead?"

Kaye

The redguard made his way across the bridge, his pipe held loosely in one hand, a casual position which belied the alertness of the hunter. The smell was awful to his sensitive nose, and he wrinkled it in distaste, but he pressed on regardless without making any fuss over it. He was quiet now- though he often was- because his thoughts were once again on Ava.

She didn't remember him. It was a huge tragedy in his life, that the one person he knew loved him and accepted him should not remember him. But he was not without hope. Her memory would probably return- from the conversations of the others he'd heard, they all seemed reasonably sure of themselves- or at least, the one called Sadi remembered her brother, and that was a good start. Perhaps Ava would also remember him.

He didn't really understand why this had happened. Why the Gods would allow that not only would his lover be taken from him, but on the moment of their reunion, which should have been joyous, that she should not recognise his face or voice or touch.

He shook his head. He didn't need to think about this. He needed to get out of these sewers. Perhaps if he took her home, it would jog her memory.

The sewers were dark, very dark. He could see well enough here- he supposed Ava would be able to as well- but a little light would not go amiss, and there were more reliable sources than the torches.

"Ava," he called back to her, his heart wrenching both at the sight of her beautiful face and at the look she gave him. One of incomprehension. Blankness. "I doubt they have tracked the sewers here. A little light would not go amiss." It would also be good that the others did not suspect their condition. People were suspicious of werecreatures, and the question of light would throw them off the scent somewhat.

When the young woman gave no sign of understanding, he wiggled his fingers at her, knowing that would be enough for a clever girl like her. Understanding lit in her eyes. Magic.

He felt pride swell in his heart that his mate, the one he had chosen and who had chosen him, was one such that even suffering from complete memory loss, she did not allow it to cloud her mind. She was as sharp as ever.

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Avalon

The sewers smelled awful, a hundred times worse for her because of her sensitive sense of smell, but somehow bareable. She suspected that she had been here before- perhaps even more than once. She didn't notice the darkness of the place: her eyes had automatically adjusted. She walked along, her movements fluid as they were silent, when a sudden impulse took her to jump across the bridge.

Steeling herself, eyes alight with adventure and determination, she took a two step 'run up' that was more like a walk-up, before leaping gracefully into the distance, her back straight and her legs pulled up.

The feeling was... wonderful. More alike to flight than jumping. It was so easy too. Effortless. How had she learned to be so skilled at acrobatics as this? She landed lightly on the other side, bending her knees and moving smoothly into a crouch as she landed, touching the ground with her fingertips, as if the leap had been on all fours. Her long brown hair swooped around her and fell into her silver-blue eyes, which were now alight with excitement.

That had been... so invigorating. Wild, even. She'd felt better than human. Looking back at the other side, she saw that it had been quite a long jump. Too long, even. She smiled inwardly. "Well, would you look at that..." she murmured, surprised but pleased. It probably hadn't been a sensible move to make, without knowing her own limits, but following her impulses had seemed so...

Well, sensible. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to take that jump.

The redguard- Kaye, his name was- suggested some light, and seemed to expect her to get it. She gazed at him, completely non-plussed for a moment, before he wiggled her fingers at her. It didn't take her a second to work out what that meant: Magic... she thought. I can do magic... What kinds, exactly, she didn't know, but she figured she'd plumb the reserves of who she was.

Taking a deep breath, she reached deep down inside of herself. She'd found she understood herself on both intellectual and emotional levels, finding it easy to traverse the dreamscape that was her mind. She expected that what magic she had would be like she was: clever, manipulative, instinctive, in-control. And thus, she formed a light spell- from Illusion.

Her entire body itched and tingled with the feeling of power, and she felt excitement grow within her. She didn't feel like she was drawing upon some alien force- she felt as if she were drawing upon her, a little piece of who she was. And she liked to be in control of herself, and to see what she was capable of.

And judging from what she'd felt, she was capable of a lot more than just a little light spell.

"Light!" she commanded, her voice echoing strangely. She outstretched her palm, and light bloomed from it. She then shunted it towards the others: it attached itself to Kaye, lighting him up like a beacon, and brightening the entire area. She smiled, pleased with herself.


OOC: I'm guessing this is allowed from one of the things Artemis said earlier.

Alsan was awaiting Artemis' answer when Avalon suddenly took a running leap over the gap the bridge spanned, startling the noble into watching. She landed with a graceful four-arm touch to the ground, making the nobleman raise his eyebrows in surprise. That was a long jump. The fact she could make it was... disturbing, almost, but admirable. He raised his hands to clap, wedging his pipe under his arm, when she suddenly held out her hand, and light condensed itself.

That light burst from her hand to rush to the Redguard, and the dark skinned man shone like a beacon of... hope, perhaps? Alsan couldn't immediately come up with a good metaphor. Instead, he forced himself to finish starting his clap, smiling. "Impressive, Avalon. Very impressive. Perhaps you should scout ahead and forewarn us of approaching adversaries?" He suggested.

The Noble showed remarkable unorthodoxy there, as one would think his ilk would despise resorting to help from a woman. But Alsan had adventured far more than his kinfolk, and knew that no matter the gender, if they could help you live, by golly you let them help you live. However... that didn't mean he wasn't prone to looking out for the women above himself.

But having a woman ahead did not irk him as much as the magic being displayed around him. It showed in the small lower curling of the corner of his lip, hidden by a false, thin smile. He vividly remembered the horrors of his youth, when at fifteen years of age one of his childhood idols was slain. The Champion of Cyrodiil. The resulting events of that year and every year after had instilled in Alsan a fear of magic, as it had become associated to the killer of three prominent people, and threatened Ocato's life. It was a fear of uncertainty, of ignorance, of paranoia. And the magic around him caused it to rise again.

OOC: off for the night now. I'm finally getting into this. See y'all tomorrow.

Jo

Jo continued to cross the bridge, ignoring the too people he deemed "fools" behind him. It seemed the other Imperial was now annoying him too. Then again, he got annoyed by a lot of people; not like he was the easiest to talk to person though. He had to admit though it was strange. Of all the people in the world, in a small dungeon under the Imperial City, he had to be stuck in a small group with Falcor. Ironic how things worked out sometimes.


He was about 1/4 of the way across when all of a sudden the small Breton flew through the air by him. She had a grace and skill with acrobatics he had seen very few possess, even he doubted if he could have jumped that far. He stood there, a look of suprise over his face as she used some magic to light up the Redguard. Suprise was something that very rarely happend to Jo anymore. Regardless, he was impressed by her feat. Soon the suprise was erased from his face, turning back into his normal stony expression. "So she can jump... Doubt she could fight." He muttered under his breath coldly, continuing his way across the bridge.

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Falcor

Falcor smiled at how smoothly Aslan handled the Khajiit's comment. Not many could take a verbal blow like that and come out grinning. In fact, he was about to congradulate him on making Jo obviously more angry when the small Breton woman ran by him; Avalon he believed was the name.

She jumped with grace, finesse, and beauty. Not only did she jump though, she jumped the span of the bridge, something that done without finesse or grace would be an amazing feat. What was more was that she did it so easily, as if she had even more to spare. His suprise expression was replaced by curiousity though. How many people did he know that could do that? None as a matter of fact, he knew some that could get close to it but none of them were Avalon's size. It was almost... Inhuman.

After a few moments of reflection though he looked at everyone that was still on the same side as him. Then he looked back at the room they were in. It didn't feel right, not at all. It was as if someone was here, an invisible presence with them that sent a chill down Falcor's spine just thinking about it.

"Alright everybody, let's get out of here." He stated loudly, once again he wanted to be the last to cross, just to make sure they left no one behind. "I guess you first Artemis." He stated kindly, after all, he seemed the most fit to lead this group. Level-headed and apparently good under pressure, at least that is what Falcor got from being around him.

At Avalon's little stunt, Morgana narrowed her eyes and smirked. Well, isn't that interesting...

She wanted to follow the Khajiit across (something about the idea of following the group didn't appeal to her... perhaps it was pride.) However, she was first curious about the room she was currently in. She'd meant what she'd said; she wanted to get out safely. But, if she had the opportunity to find out more about her captors, she was going to. Thus, she wanted to finish investigating the room first, and would likely be one of the last across.

ooc- Again, Solidor (in case you missed the above), could you please give me, if no specific curiosities, at least a general gist of what's in the room?

OOC: Holy Mackerel Batman! *ahem* fellow Rp enthusiasts. Talk about fast posting lol

Dw Ilusionary, I'm a poor European time zoner to =) Merry old England lol.

And FC4, if you have a problem with him, just develop him a little, who knows. Maybe spending some time with the unwashed masses may be an effective way to break down his personality into something you're more used to =)



IC:

Artemis & Sadi


Artemis scowled as the Breton flung herself across the bridge, In any other situation he would have been impressed. But the circumstances of their meeting wasn't exactly to be considered every day, At least not to is standards.

"Don't encourage her." he spat to Alsan, growing more frustrated by the minute. "If she does that again at the wrong time, we'll probably end up dead."

He walked away from the Imperial and began to cross the bridge, Sadi followed shortly behind, casting Alsan an apologetic smile and shrug. Artemis shouldered his way past the now glowing Redguard, again, Sadi followed closely casting another apologetic smile to the Redguard.

Artemis strode onwards with a mixture of conviction and curiosity. The sounds of screaming had long since ended, Perhaps it was the pickled man who made the noise? He could see no immediate signs of more tortured souls and deformed mutilated bodies.

The bridge trailed off into a narrow path before opening up again, another peculiar smell met his nose. This one however was not a sudden shock to the system, it wasn't the smell of several years of congealing rotting sewage provided by hundreds if not thousands of citizens. This smell was the smell of beasts. The smell of burning flesh.

He walked lightly through the passage, making no sound what so ever as he did, is senses began working furiously on the smell. Trying to pick out a particular memory which it could associate with.

He peered around the bend and instantly got his answer, letting out an involuntary gasp as he did. Several figures stood around a large fire, they where apparently cooking a large humanoid figure.

"Goblin's." he muttered to Sadi. Before grasping her and pulling her down as a bolt of lighting flew towards them out of no where, flying over their heads. Barely missing the tower like Redguard before dissipating against the sewage stained wall behind him. "And a Shaman apparently." He added, trying despite himself to think of a way to make a bad situation worse. Maybe he could break his legs before entering battle.

He shot the few people following him a hand signal, he didn't know what it meant. But he hoped they'd read it as 'follow me, theirs a group of Goblins. Lets kill them'.

Sadi looked deep into Artemis's eyes as he turned to her, about to tell her to wait. He instantly knew she wasn't going to no matter what he said. So instead he just sighed and shook his head before darting out of cover towards the nearest goblin, Barely dodging another bolt of lightning shot from the dismembered and impaled head of a long dead goblin, wielded by the tribes shaman.

With agility and speed easily outmatching the Goblins, he dodged each attack successfully, But could not land one of his own. He felt a deep frustration that he was without weaponry, that he was forced to fight with a metal pipe.

He danced gracefully around the goblins attack's, each one more bold and desperate than the last. Artemis secretly thanked himself that goblins where not skilled at controlling their emotions. If they where, it might have proved more difficult to dodge and parry the attacks.

The goblin stopped attacking however, instead it stood staring towards the camp fire. With what Artemis could only assume was a shocked expression. He raised the pipe ready to deliver a fatal, or so he hoped, Blow to the beasts head when he saw what the goblin found so fascinating that he could ignore an opponent.

Sadi moved with shocking elegance and self assurance that Artemis didn't know she was capable of, Dodging bolt after bolt of lightning while throwing a flurry of fireballs at the Shaman. She had an aura of power and control he'd never seen before. Her hair seemed to move furiously with her, almost as if it was trying to intimidate her opponent.

Artemis screamed as a bolt of lightning headed squarely towards her chest, she stumbled a little as it made contact. But most of the bolt was dissipated by a quickly cast shield spell. He was awed by her abilities. He knew she was a more than capable mage, taught by a master of destruction and mystism. But he had no idea that she'd inherited his substantial talents for the subjects.

He remembered with a jolt that he was stood beside a gawking goblin, wrenching his eyes from the battle he raised the pipe with both hands and trusted it into the unsuspecting beasts face. It screamed at howled in pain as the pipe imbedded itself into its eye socket. With a sickening svcking noise Artemis wrenched the pipe free, taking with it the creature eye.

It clawed at its own face in pain, Dropping its sword to the floor as it did. Howling and screaming in agony. Artemis swooped down on the blade. Making a mental note to thank whichever god made this particular goblin so stupid.

Be thrust the blade upwards into the bottom of the goblins jaw, forcing it through both bone an cartilage with difficulty. The blade was rusted in places and by no means well maintained. It would be more useful if used as a mace. The goblin released a series of rasping and gargling noises as it choked on its own blood, Before falling limp with one final twist of the blade.

Artemis stood, looking around to see his sister still furiously duelling with the shaman. More unnerving still was the presence of several pair of cold goblin eyes staring at him from all directions.

"Help! Come on!" he shouted towards the group, gesturing them furiously closer with his free hand as he blocked a less than well aimed attack.

Ooc: yay =) fighting

Morgana continued rifling around the chamber as the others moved out, each discovery evoking more shock than the last. This small library was a mine of questionable texts. Many were strange or exotic in nature... This place had everything from the legislative documents of secret societies, to cultic religious texts, to ancient sources on the Ayleids, to notes on the vampiric condition. Someone had been very naughty.

Morgana gasped as she came upon a particular text, and a feeling of familiarity settled over her. She didn't need to page through it; she already knew what it said. The Imperial woman smiled and held onto that bit of knowledge as she replaced the book from whence it had come and moved on.

The sounds of battle were beginning to arise in the distance, and Morgana considered following after the others. Then, her hand came upon one book of particular note, and her surroundings faded away.

Morgana carefully pulled it off the shelf. It had once been a book of fine quality: it was covered with blue velvet and trimmed with what looked to be gold. However, its fineness was ruined by ill use: a large, brown bloodstain took up a third of the cover, with smaller splatters dotting the spine. What's more, most of its pages had been torn out, leaving only a handful of randomly-spaced leaves clinging haphazardly to the binding.

She opened the book to a random page. The top of the sheet was covered by a bloodstain, obscuring the first couple lines, but the rest was legible.

...investigation of the Champion's death rages on. I was forced to make my own assurances to the Elder Council once again this morning. They still do not accuse us, but the number of suspicious glances is increasing daily. It is only a matter of time before the investigation considers the Guild... and, although I do not fear that the Elder Council will find something that is not there, I can not help but fear that the public's trust in us will be deeply shaken by the very implication, and we can not afford that in these dark times.

Morgana turned to the next page. There were several pages missing between them.

21 First Seed, 4E 015

I am worried. It has been only a month, but I have observed the manner in which the pressure is eroding our dear Emporer. He puts on a fine show for the public, of course. His poise is, after all, part of the reason he was chosen as High Chancellor. However, I know him better than most, for all the times we've worked in tandem. Thus, I know that he is not coping with it as well as he should. I see it in the expression with which he regards me; he begins to doubt my assurances that none of mine have anything to do with it. He begins to doubt his long-standing trust in me, and it is slowly tearing him apart.

I've offered my counsel on the matter. But, given the above, it comes as no suprise that it was declined.

Morgana flipped through the book, frowning slightly. There were many references in here that she didn't understand--or didn't remember. She paused near the back.

2 Rain's Hand, 4E 015

I did not want it to come to this, a time when I would begin to doubt my own students. It is bad enough that so many of the Guild have been revealed to participate in the foul practice of Necromancy. Now, I begin to fear that one of them has done even worse: that one of them has misused the nobler Schools, and has murdered the Champion of Cyrodiil in cold blood.

And then, the last page... written in a hurried scrawl rather than a careful cipher, barely legible beneath the blood:

Forgive me. I did not know.

It was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She was about to put the book down, but then, on a whim, flipped the book to the first page:

Property of Hannibal Traven, Archmagister of the Mages' Guild

OOC: Shield spells are alteration.
IC:

Avalon

As they came upon they came upon the goblins, Ava felt a mixture of fear and excitement come over her. Holding her heavy pipe aloft, she waited for them to come to her, heart pounding. She would let instinct take over once more. A goblin came, slashing at her with a sword. She dodged it, twisting sideways to avoid it, and lashed out with her pipe, but it was so heavy it moved to slowly, and he too dodged it. Behind her, another goblin leapt in, aiming a small club for the backs of her kneecaps, hoping to topple her. She leapt up in the air, getting her legs out of the way, and brought her pipe down as she came down, smashing it upon his head with all her strength. The Goblin, who had a hard head, was not killed but did stagger back, seemingly out of sorts. She dodged another attack from behind, spinning as she did so and managing to parry with the pipe. The meeting of the two weapons sent a jar up her arm, causing her to drop it. She crouched slightly, unsure what to do next.

The goblin advanced upon her: she snarled at it in an almost beast-like manner, being backed into a corner. He grinned, baring lots of sharp, yellow teeth. Ava felt extremely claustrophobic. Where could she go? Where could she turn? Jump... something in the back of her mind ordered her. She leapt at the goblin, a blur of motion at her great speeds. She knocked the goblin to the ground, and, while he was still confused, wrestled the blade from his arm, cutting her own arm deeply in the struggle. She slid it across his neck: blood spurted, the smell sweet and wholesome to her senses, and he breathed his last breath.

The other goblin seemed to have regained his sorts and was already running for her: he slammed his club into her injured arm, and Ava screamed as bones cracked. She attacked him with the goblin's short sword- which, in her hands, was nothing more than a rusty dagger. It felt natural in her hand, like an extension of her arm. She slashed it across his face, and he ran off screaming.

She struggled to her feet and leaned against the wall, hoping nothing else would come for her. The pain in her arm was debilitating.

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Kaye

Kaye waited in one place for the goblins to attack. Three made their way to him at the same time. One attacked: he parried it, forcing it back with his strength. The next lunged in for his right side, but left its own right open: Kaye swept in underneath his guard, smacking its ribs. There was a cracking sound as its ribs shattered, and it fell to the ground, sobbing oddly. The third moved in with the first one together, aiming for both his sides. He parried the third with great strength and smacked the first on the head, breaking his skull.

The last goblin was panting heavily now from guarding against Kaye's retaliatory attacks and parries, but Kaye had expended very little energy. He just stood there, waiting. When the goblin finally moved in for the attack, Kaye knocked his weapon cleanly from his hand and then swept the pipe at his neck, the force of it snapping it. He too crumpled to the ground.

Kaye moved in to finish the second goblin, still screaming in pain, when he heard Ava's voice and smelled her blood. Making sure she was okay, he looked to her. She was injured, but alive. The wounds would heal, of course. Quickly, too. He turned back to the final goblin. Manouvering the pipe between in arm and his body, he broke the goblin's neck cleanly with his hands, a mercy killing.

OOC:
Heh, i didnt even realise. I've never actualy used either schools. I just use Alchemy for any defensive effects and resistances >.<

And i really shouldnt be posting now. Im actualy so exhausted that i just read you're post and though a Jesus and Ra diety was waiting in the corner to blast some goblins with a shotgun.. then i realised i was reading you're sig :facepalm:
But ah well now or never eh? Typing one up now =)

OOC: Here, follow http://www.elderscrolls.com/codex/codex_magicskills.htm The spells listed under each heading are the spells in each school of magic. Should give you a better idea.

I've played a lot of magical characters. I like everything but alchemy and conjuration, although I've used them before as well. But there are lots of spells to remember, and it can get confusing.


And lol, sorry you're tired. Considering we're both in england, you keep very strange hours.

OOC: Is there even anything left for Alsan? Gah, will post after class, sometime.

OOC: Im actualy good with most spells and know most off by heart. Its just Mystism and Alteration i mix up as far as shield spells go, alteration (to me) seems to be changing that which already exists, and creating a shield just doesnt seem to fit in the school for me, it seems more like evokation to me. Besides i think i was meant to have Sadi cast a reflect shield spell not just a spell shield >.< lol

and i have extremely erratic sleeping patterns. i can stay up until 10pm and wake up at 5am the next day.. but then i wont need to sleep until 10pm the day after that, very very strange indeed.. I think its how my bodies dealing with the nerves of getting ready for university.

OOC: well so far three are dead, the shaman's still alive, theres a few archers and about 5 more gobbies. And in my short sightedness i forgot to appoint any restoration skills to any amnia characters.. Sorry to Ava and her broken arm in that case =( lol

OOC: More than three are dead. You said there were several left after Artemis fought, and then Kaye killed three and Ava dealt with two. So that's five from my characters alone.

OOC: About to be a few more

IC:
Jo

Jo froze as Artemis walked carefully forward. Watching the man for any signal. When it came, Jo still stayed frozen, letting the Redguard and Breton run past him. The best time to enter combat was always after the peak of chaos had come. That was when enemies were less likely to notice you, and less likely to have a chance. Usually he had to cause his own chaos, not this time though.

After a few moments he decided it was time. He ran with blurring speed and gracing, jumping off the edge of the bridge and into the combat. He landed on the ground in a crouched position to absorb the shock, quickly looking for an open target. Before he even had time to target a goblin, one had already targeted him. The beast run up on him and jumped on his back, trying to cut his throat with a pathetic dagger.

The goblin was the one take by suprise however as Jo reached up and put his hands around the goblins neck, then wrenched him off his body and onto the ground. Jo put both his fists together and came down onto the goblin's stomach. A move that would stun even an orc for a few moments. Then casually he walked to the side of the goblin, put one foot on his chest, and the other on the side of the goblin's face. Slowly he began to push the goblins head away from him, turning it more and more until the familiar sound of bones breaking came to his ear.

One goblin down, too many to go.

Not a second after he turned away from the killed goblin he saw another, not but 10 meters away, nocking and arrow; glancing at Jo as it did so. Jo quickly somersaulted backwards over the body of his recently killed goblin, picking up the dagger it had dropped as he did so. Holding the tip of the blade loosely in his right hand, he drew back, and through the goblin who had by now drawn back its' bowstring. The dagger sailed end over end until it stopped abruptly, in the goblins chest. The goblin fell backwards, firing the bow at the roof of the room. The arrow hit the roof and fell safely at Jo's feet. "Archers, always the easiest to - RAAARGH"

Jo couldn't believe he made the fatal mistake of pausing in combat to talk, especially to him self. He sees himself every day, why does he have to talk to himself in the middle of a battle? The arrow had hit him so hard he fell to his knees, putting his good hand on the ground to hold gimself up. He looked down at the source of the pain, the tip of an arrowhead stuck about an inch out of his left shoulder. Very deep, and in a bad spot.

He looked behind him, to see yet another archer reached into the quiver on its' back to draw another arrow. Anger had now taken over Jo, he wanted that goblin dead more than anything now. He wanted it to be fast though, something more than his fists. The arrow that the other archer had intended for Jo was lying just in front of him, perfect.

Jo grabbed the arrow then jumped to his feet and began running at the archer. When the goblin looked up to see one mad kitty, he began to frantically nock the arrow, which wasn't helping. Jo was on the goblin before it even had a chance. He jumped through the air and slammed both feet into the goblins chest, drop-kicking it. Though the downside was that Jo landed on his left shoulder, screaming in pain, which only made him more angry.

Without hesitation he climbed on top of the goblin, resting his knees on the goblins' flimsy arms. He placed his hand on the goblins face, utrning and pushing it into the dirt so that he would stay still. Then he placed the edge of the arrow tip against the goblins neck and slanted it across the skin of the neck. Soon the goblin was no longer thrashing around, and no longer struggling.

Jo rolled off the top of the goblin, still on his knees however. He slowly reached up and touched the tip of the arrow that was sticking out, sending a shockwave of pain through his body. No use in trying to pull it out now. He would have to wait until they got to a healer on the surface. He stood up and leaned against the wall, watching the fight, resting in pain until he would have to defend himself.

OOC: Will post with Falcor later

Alsan was into the battle shortly after the others, already finding carnage and destruction. However, he took to the battling with startling quickness, holding his pipe out in line with his arm, as if it were a rapier. Back ramrod straight he smiled grimly at the goblin who knocked an arrow in his direction, the pipe pointing and indicating his target. He waited but a second, saw the draw back, and then stepped to the side, just as the arrow sailed past him.

But in his step to one side, he had also taken a step forward. Again the Goblin knocked an arrow, pulled back, and Alsan moved just as he fired.

This time his dance was interrupted by a goblin charging his left with a sword, but quickly turned around and parried the sword aside, bringing the pipe up and into the Goblin's chin as he stepped forward. The action also meant an arrow whipped past his back. With smooth finesse Alsan twisted his unarmed hand, grasped the goblin's iron shortsword by the hilt, and then kicked the beast in the gut, rapidly retreating as he did so.

The goblin released the blade, and in his stumble forward from Alsan's yank was hit in the ear by an arrow. Laughing triumphantly Alsan spun the sword in his hand, stopped it, and then held the pipe out at arm's length towards the Archer, the shortsword coming up to run parallel to his face. "And you are next my friend. Shall we dance?" He chuckled, stepping forward and to the side as another arrow came, and then he lunged forward, pushing off his front leg and landing on his previously back leg, extending the shortsword out as far as he could reach. The shortsword pieced the Goblin's chest as it reached for a dagger, and Alsan stepped back, straightening himself before turning to see if more opponents remained.

Morgana was lost in thought as she padded quietly toward the sounds of the fight, trying to process the names and situations she'd read about. She recalled very little about the Mages' Guild--or any guilds, for that matter--but she knew what an Archmagister was... even she wasn't that out of it.

She walked quietly across the bridge and, once on the other side, clung to the wall and crept along. She felt much more secure knowing that she would see the enemy before they saw her.

So, she slipped around the corner and came upon the scene about two minutes into the skirmish... and when it came to fighting, much could happen in two minutes. As far as Morgana could tell, the goblins weren't proving too much a challenge for the group. The Khajiit had a piece of wood rammed into his shoulder and Avalon seemed to have gained a nasty cut in the arm. However, considering that the majority of the goblins were dead, it was easy to see who was coming out victorious.

Morgana grinned, her fingers caressing the makeshift weapon in her hand. She spotted a goblin archer near her wall; it was lurking low while it looked for an open target, its eyes intent upon the humans.

Morgana took advantage of its distraction, slipping up behind it just as it was nocking an arrow to shoot at Artemis. She pounced on it from the shadows, grabbing the creature's neck from behind and (somewhat awkwardly, given the pipe's length) thrusting her weapon at the creature's throat. If it had been a blade, it would have taken out the goblin's jugular vein.

Except that she wasn't bearing a blade, but rather a pipe. The worst the blow did was make the goblin loose the arrow prematurely (it went into the dirt about seven paces away), and give a cough.

Morgana swore under her breath as the goblin began wiggling, trying to bash at her with its bow. She got hit once in the forehead, and clung tighter to the creature's chin, forcing its head back until its throat was constricted and it had no hope of keeping its balance.

Then, she was struck with inspiration. She kicked the back of the goblin's knees, forcing it to kneel in front of her. Still keeping a firm hold on its chin, she jammed the pipe down its throat, pausing only once so that she could shift her grip. The creature made satisfying little gagging noises as it fought the intrusion. Its hands clawed at hers, leaving red streaks on her wrists, but there was not enough strength in them to actually injure. Morgana finished it off by leaning her entire weight into the top of the pipe, forcing the goblin fully to the ground and likely rupturing several internal organs. Then, she backed up and watched it writhe around the pipe, scratching ineffectually into the dirt with its fading strength.

Morgana grinned, pleased.

Falcor

Falcor ran across the bridge, closely following behind Morgana. Upon entering the battlefield he saw there were few goblins left. Either most of them were dead, or they were fighting someone else. As he scanned the field to either help someone, or a free goblin, he and a goblin locked eyes with eachother. The beast appeared to have been doing the same thing as him because the instant they saw each other they began charging each each other down.

Falcor held the pipe with both hands as he ran for the goblin, holding it slighlty off to the left side of his body in a defensive position. The goblin however was holding his wildly high above his head, an offensive position, and a very sloppy one at that. As they got closer to each other, Falcor raised his above his head as well, giving the appearance that he was going to strike as well.

When they met the goblin brought he sword down from above. Falcor however, dropped his down a split-second before they met, the pipe horizontal to the goblin, and instead continued to run past the goblin; slamming the pipe violently into the goblin's stomach as he passed. The combined momentum of Falcor running, and bringing the pipe upward into the goblin's stomach, caused the goblin to hunch over in pain; dropping the sword into the lose dirt.

Without wasting the moment, Falcor spun in a circle, leaning side-ways, very low to the ground as he did so. He spun until he and the goblin were facing the same direction, the used the momentum of his spin to slam the pipe into the goblin's knees. If somehow that blow didn't break his knees, there was no doubt that it wasn't a crippling blow. This was obvious because the goblin instantly dropped to his knees, allowing Falcor a clear blow to the top of its' head. Which he took, slamming the pipe downwards.

The goblin collapsed into the dirt, and for good measure Falcor whacked him again in the head. As he stood up, breathing heavily, he heard the pitter-patter of feet run up behind him. He twisted in a circle again, using the same move before, to slam the pipe into whoevers legs were running up on him. Luckily they were an ally, which he saw as the goblin rolled past him on the ground. Quickly he through down the pipe, and grabbed the rusty iron sword the goblin he just killed had. He calmly walked forward and plunged it into the back of the goblin he just tripped, effectively keeping it from getting up, not to mention killing it.

He pulled the sword out of the beast and looked around, unaware that they had a shaman. "Is that all, did we get 'em all?" He asked looking around at all the bodies. "Well, that wasn't too ha-" Then, all at once the muscles in his body contracted, then began to spasm. He dropped the sword fell to his knees, then on his face twitching as electricity coursed through him. It wasn't going to kill him, he knew because whatever spell that had been cast on him was now over. Though he could barely move a muscle now.

OOC: Was going to attack the shaman instead, but figured that you would probably want to kill it Sol

Gerich followed the group silently, choking on the smell of the air a bit when he entered the sewer. He raised an eye as one member of their group jumped the gap, instead of just crossing the bridge.

When the sounds of battle suddenly broke out, Gerich was a little worried, considering how weak he felt. He followed a few other's, and as he drew nearer, he could hear the sound of Goblin's and their high pitched shrieking. Stopping, he looked down at his pipe, a look of doubt etched on his face, knowing that Goblin's would usually have better weapons then that.

He shrugged a resigned shrug, and ran into the room, accepting any fate that was in store for him. He was a little late, as he could see by the bodies of a few dead Goblin's. There were also scorch marks on the walls, and he assumed a Shaman was nearby as well.

He would've gone for it, but met a lone goblin, armed with a spiked club, along the left side of the room. He raised the pipe in time to deflect some of the blow, but it made his hands numb, and his arm tingle.

He jumped backwards, cursing out loud at his pitiful weapon. The goblin seemed to sense the man's distraction and leaped forwards, shrieking some more. Gerich moved to the side, smashing into the wall, and felt as one of the sharp spikes cut along his arm. His head spun from the impact with the wall, and he was forced to flip his pipe to his other hand, as his right one burned and tingled.

The goblin, luckily, had stumbled forwards, because of Gerich's dodge, and that gave Gerich a chance to at least get some semblance of defense ready. But once again, his mind filled with doubts to his meagre weapon. He looked at the goblin, and without any hesitation or warning, he flicked his wrist, and the pipe flew towards the goblin.

Gerich was right behind it, readying his fist as the goblin managed to deflect the pipe, but was completely out of position to hit the man. Gerich felt the creature's jaw crunch under the weight of his fist, and also felt as he landed on another spike from the club. The goblin let out a pitiful shriek as Gerich landed on top of it, bashing away before it could get any form of retaliation in.

"Shut up..." grunted Gerich as the goblin shrieked again. "Why don't..." he grunted, "you.... ever...." he wound up, "die!" he shouted, smashing the goblin's bloodied face, and leaving it limp and lifeless.

He rolled over, off of the goblin and lay next to it, breathing hard, not caring for how vulnerable he was. He found breathing was rather painful, and sure enough his side was covered in blood, though thankfully he could feel the spike was not inside of him.

He looked over, and a few inches away, the same club was lying next to his head. He could make out a small crack, and two spike were missing, but it was still a better weapon then the pipe. He pushed himself over to the club, and when he spotted his pipe lying only a foot away, he grabbed it as well, remembering the crack in the wooden club, as he stood up against the wall, seeing where he would be needed next, despite any forthcoming protests from his side.


OOC: Had to get in on it.

OOC: Its not me who wants to kill it, its my alternate female personality?. O.o
Any ways just a quick gripe before I post, as Jo you threw a dagger into a goblin's chest, but it would have actually hit the goblin handle first, maybe cutting him a little with the blade. The reason being that Iron dagger typically have more mass on the handle, throwing knives are crafted in a way that the blade has a higher mass, to they land blade first =)

IC:

Artemis watched with relief as the surrounding goblins where attacked by his would be allies. He was glad that they joined the battle when they did, and glad that they didn't simply leave him to die.

He felt several mixed emotions as he watched Sadi battle with the goblin, unrelenting and strong. Characteristics he didn't even know she had. He'd always seen her as the younger sister he had to look after, especially after he found her unconscious and close to death in an Aylied ruin, whispering about blue light and voices. Ever since then he'd sworn that he'd keep her out of danger. As he watched her fight however, he couldn't help but wonder if his protection was long since redundant.

Her movements flowed seamlessly from defensive to hostile, The goblin was tiring faster than she, faltering with each attack she launched at him. But she was also starting to show the strains of an intense fight.

He gazed around with the intention to rejoin the fray, he spotted a goblin archer, he faltered however when he saw the Breton girl cowering against a wall, holding her arm which he assumed was injured, she looked like she was in great pain, but also looked as if her distraction had stopped her noticing the Goblin archer preparing to impale her with a well aimed, and probably dysentery ridden arrow.

Artemis reacted instantly, lunging forward in front of her and taking the arrow destined for her chest, he staggered backwards as it hit him just beneath his collar bone, wincing as he regained his balance.

The Goblin began to nook another arrow, Artemis let his instincts take over, drawing back his free hand. He sent his still lit torch flying towards the Goblin. Time seemed to slow down as it travelled, spinning towards the goblin who merely stared at the torch with an unreadable expression.

Artemis leant against the wall, immediately moving back away from it, the arrow had apparently pierced the back of his shoulder to. The goblin moved away frantically looking for water to tend to its burned face, Artemis didn't have the energy to deal with it and simply left it be. Perhaps one of his other companions would see fit to end its misery.

He looked over towards Sadi, she had apparently finished fighting the goblin shaman. Or so Artemis assumed as he caught a glimpse of its smoking corpse. She span around with a look of determination etched into her delicate features. Looking for the next opponent before spotting her wounded brother and rushing immediately over.

"My god are you ok Artie?" He asked, crouching down and inspecting his wound.

"Honestly? I've had worse. But it still hurts like hell." He replied morosely, almost laughing at the look of anxiety on her face as she looked at the wound. "You can possibly be naucious by this? I mean, you just reduced that goblin to a charred husk" He added, actually allowing himself to laugh.

"Yes well, a goblin is a beast which deserves to be put down, you're my brother. There might only be a fine line between the two but I still don't much like seeing such wounds on you're body." She answered, her tone conveying that she was in no mood for his jibes. "I'll get help, let me see if theres any healers here."

"No, the others are worse off than me. I'll push it out and have a healer tend to it when we escape." Artemis told her, nodding towards what appeared to be a paralysed Imperial. "He took a blast from that Shaman. Check for a pulse, If he's dead check if anybody else needs help while Alsan and the Redguard clear up."

With a curt nod she sprang to her feet and rushed off to the imperial. Crouching down beside him, blocking him from view as she checked his pulse.

OOC: Not neccassarily; with a throwing dagger it takes almost all skill to land the blade in a target, with most any other dagger it takes mostly luck with a little skill. I know because I grew up playing a game called "mumbly peg" (a knife throwing game). So it was mostly luck that Jo stuck the dagger. If not he would be dead... lucky Jo If you want me to though, I can change it pretty easy.

Well i was just noting it considering that the iron daggers hilt is pretty hefty and the blade is fairly wimpy.. But no need to change it, just pointing it out for future reference. Btw if Falcor alive or dead? Sadi is currently checking for a pulse you see

OOC: Alright, well if you ever need me to change something I seriously don't mind And Falcor is alive, just in shock. (no pun intended)

Alsan heard the twang of the bow, and the whoosh of the torch through the air sounded louder than it should have been, causing the noble to turn around. he was in that adrenaline thrill, the battle taking him with such vigor. The Goblin ran towards sewage to water its burns, and Alsan grinned. The noble ran forward, his boots tapping the stones lightly. The Goblin looked up, just in time to see a blade sweep under its chin. With a victorious grin Alsan watched the head fall, bringing his blade up behind him and holding the cut.

And then he straightened himself, stood properly, gave a nod to his dead opponent, as if ascertaining the kill, and then headed back. What he found was not good. Falcor was burned, Ava had injuries, and Artemis had an arrow in his arm. Sadi ran off to take care of Falcor, and Alsan moved to the woman first, as courtesy demanded. He bent down next to her, looking to Artemis briefly. "You'll want to cut the shaft, but leave the arrow in to help stop bleeding until you can get properly healed."

When he looked to Ava, he held out one hand towards her arm, ready to touch her with the black glove. "Might I assess your wounds?"

IC:

Straight for the ladies.. Again. There's a man still smoking from a shock attack, a Khajiit bleeding profusely on the floor, an imperial seemingly injured judging by the way he holds his ribs.. But he heads straight for the girl with the broken arm. Artemis thought to himself before replying to Alsan. Trying not to laugh as he did. He didn't have a problem that Alsan was helping a woman first, he knew they where for more noble reasons than his never regions. But he couldn't help but be amused by the way he reminded Artemis of an old acquaintance who acted much the same, the difference being it was because of his never regions that he'd help.

"I'm aware, but the Arrow head hasn't fully gone through. If you don't mind I'd like you to push the shaft until the Head is clear of the skin. If I pull it out the way it came I would lacerate and tear the muscles in my shoulder." He replied, cringing a little as he raised his injured arm to gesture to where the very tip of the arrow was starting to show through his skin. "And since you are without injury I suppose you're the first choice. But I should make finding a healer my first priority, I don't much like my odds if it gets infected, and I don't much like the odds that the Goblins store their weapons in Sanitary places." he finished with a grimmace.

OOC: FC, wasnt a jibe at you're character, he does remind artemis of some one you will probably meet eventualy if i bring his character sheet out of retirement.