Altais sighs haughtily. Another bandit group will die by his hands.

His eyes seem to alight with an inner fire, as he yells an impossible sound, and the force of the world collides with the three bandits in front of him. He raises both hands, and nearby, two Flame Atronach's appear, and attack the archers.

Whipping around, Altais' hands are aglow with something far more sinister than fire or frost. A cast sends the billowing red, almost smoke-like energy into the oncoming bandits, and they begin attacking each other. Rounding once more, Altais releases another shout, and incinerates the first three bandits, who had nearly staggered to their feet. Checking his flanks, he see's the Atronach's suffering. Deciding to aid them, he see's it fit to douse them in their own element, sending streams of fire at the archers.

Finally, he turns once more to the last three bandits. Two have been brutally slain their comrade, and he is now bearing down on the High Elf Mage. Deciding to play with his kill, Altais shrouds himself in a cloak of invisibility. Dodging to the side of the trail, he immediately begins resurrecting the dead bandits. The shrill scream of terror from the last bandit is his last action, as his cold, clammy comrades rip him apart....

Oh yes! I plan on making a Dunmer JoaT named Jarlaxle. My first character is a mage based off of Dragonlances Raistlin though. You should give them a read.

This wouldn't be funny if you didn't have Sheen as your avvy.

Very nice. :read:

What's jarlaxle without his throwing knives? but good idea! (p.s drizzt owns all)

And guy who plays mages good job 10 less bandits to worry about silly bandits are silly

Stick a fire-rune in front of me, spin around and use the fus ro dah thing on the other melee douches, hotkey my shield, finish with sword.

As the bandits approach, my character shows them a screenshot of forum crybabies whining about grass tiling in Skyrim.

All ten of the bandits immediately fall to the ground and begin sobbing for mercy. Their nuts shrivel and they moan in agony.

I agree to stop torturing them in exchange for all of their gold and they crawl off, much the worse for wear.

Curse at myself for getting surrounded so easily and then die horrible i suppose?...

unless i manage to deflect the arrows with my shield with kicking but with my sword from all angles simontanously, but that's unlikely.

:flamethrower:

That is all.

lol. Should have included more gory details.

That thing about using a fire atronach to deal with the enemies. Good idea. I'm gonna use that now. I can then use the flamethrower without fear of killing my minions.

Name: Kalibor Wind-Walker
Race: Nord
Class: Warrior
Combat style: Fierce dual-wielding
Weapons: Swords/Maces

Kalibor soaks in the scene displayed before him, calculating everything around him. The ranged fighters. They were the first to go.
He first slows time with a dragon shout and sprints to the left. A few well placed swings disengages the presented archers. He, then, turns
to face the remaining archers.

"FUS RO DAH!"

The archers fly backwards, into the welcomed embrace of death as they slam into the trees behind them.

With the ranged fighters out of the fight, he takes the fight to the original three he was facing. He meets the middle thug with a power attack
with both of his maces, clearing the way. He runs straight through the two remaining bandits giving himself a distance of about 15 feet, then
he turns around.

Five remaining.

He calls forth another dragon shout. To the remaining combatants, Kalibor disappears without a trace. A moment of confusion costs two of the
enemies their lives as he teleports behind the unsuspecting thugs. The three remaining bandits find courage in their numbers. If they only
knew that the odds were against them. Swing after swing, the thugs could not understand why their strikes had no effect on the warrior. They
couldn't understand the benefit of being a Nord. The racial ability; Woad.

The fight was in his favor.

In under 30 seconds, Kalibor claimed the lives of the final three.

Maces covered in blood, Kalibor looks to each life taken, showing respect to his fallen adversaries. He continues on the path before him...

Depends on the situation but i think those rune traps will come in handy

Haha

Wagner stands his ground, his look tenses and he grips the hilt of his blade tightly, the bandits move in closer asking for my goods in exchange for my life, I glare at the leader with powerful spite, his voice cracks. I bound to my right and and slay the first bandit I grasp, I rip his throat out, the leader of the bandits orders and onslaught, I cast chain lightning and grasp the bandit behind me and melt his face off. A bandit shoots an arrow at my head, by chance it grazes my cheek leaving blood drawn. i enter a rage and charge him cleaving his head from his shoulder. The blood sprays the field covering everyone. The leader draws his great-sword and attempts to run me through, I leap to the tip of his blade and kick him in the face. I then grab my dagger and pounce on the bandit near the tree as readies his bow impaling it in his chest. The bandit next to him fumbles and runs, I levitate him from the ground and slam him back down crushing his neck. 2 bandits grab me by the arms and attempt to hold me, I roar out the words,"Fuh Roh Dah!!!" Both get flung back and fall to their deaths off of the mountain side. 2 bandits remain, the flee, only to be killed as I draw bow back and puncture their necks. As I walk away assuming im done the bandit leader rises again and casts a freezing spell, but before he finishes the words I shove my steel dagger through his gaping mouth and he gags suffocating and bleeding out to death at my feet. I then utter a praise to sithis and walk away.

Yshevek sighs as he slowly unsheathes his blades. After slaying countless dragons, bandits seemed to pale in comparison to the young Nord, but to be fair to them it was a fairly well planned ambush and would have worked on almost anyone, but he is the Dovhakin. "May Kyne guide you" he says quietly. he waits until he is fully surrounded. The archers draw their bows back and Yshevek whirlwind sprints into the bandit directly in front of him, he runs him through then uses him as a shield against the archers arrows before blowing them away with two quick shouts. Two of them charge angrily but the rest lose their nerve and flee, Yshevek lets the cowards run and focuses on the two charging after him and after another whirlwind sprint their heads are rolling down the hills as if to catch up to the fleeing bandits. Yshevek snorts and sheaths his blade, then proceeds on his journey to the next town, maybe theres a good inn nearby.

Nice, Fyrisi, very descriptive. I like the dual maces. Very brutal

Distance And Hope, very gory. I like the ruthlessness. :thumbsup:

Diadoz, I think you are the first to use someone as a shield against the archers. Nice going. :foodndrink:

an ambush wouldnt happen i would spot them beforehand and pick them off one by one silently then when the last one is in the deepest throws of madness and paranoia i will reveal myself and slay the bandit like the filthy cur he or she is.

Who said we have to fight?

In game, Kill 7 of them and let the rest flee, i have mercy

realisticly....like in real life + dragonshouts
after dragon shouting a tree and turning it into ash
"soooo....i was on my way to r*pe and pillage this town over here.... you sh*t lickers wanna come?"

As a member of the Imperial Legion, my guard senses tingled before the ambush, allowing me to call for reinforcements that would set up a counter ambush. As I was approached by the bandits, my Nord would yell "STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!". Seeing only one guard, they would attack, not knowing of my fellow guards hiding around the corner. We would dispatch the criminal scum, then I would continue my business of patrolling the roads.

Beg for my life and give them my money.

Then quietly sneak to their camp at night duel wielding my enchanted poisoned daggers and yell SURPRISE [censored]ES! waking them up then drop them each one by one.

An original Idea, I like it.

Also to the person before him, I don't think I said you have to fight. If I did I shall edit it.

Summon a mudcrab. They shall flee in terror

Do'Khaj sat cross legged, meditating in the breezing, waist high saw grass, contemplating life and other things accustom of a Warrior Monk. The breeze swiftly stopped as nearly a dozen wild Khajiit and Saxhleel tribefolk approached stealthily between the bladed twig-sedge, under the waining sun. The Ghoutfang Masters hood never rose above his glistening cuspids as he ascends to a readied stance, jet black tail, twisting and contorting to a Rawlith Khaj form. A bellied roar between the stalks as a crude spear grazed past the Martial Artists ear, hood never moving, as two Khajiit wildlings emerged from the darkened grass. Open hand rose towards the throat, de-tonguing one Suthe as Do'Khaj's appendaged caudal twisted the neck of his spear chucking cohort. Four more swords came upon the cloaked Master, falling in similer fashion, without cowl or head raising towards the onslaught. By this time the remaining tribals had revealed torches, lighting the hedges and saw grass aflame.

An Illusions veil debuffed, revealing a nine foot tall Nagas Chieftain, clad in cured Argonian hide and leathered with the skins of forty Alfiq. His black bow was as long as a man, fully drawn, aimed at the chest of Do'Khaj. The arrow flew as the fighting monk leaped backwards into the moons shadow, breaking the bolt mid flight with his tail, while unearthing two throwing blades as the battling cat somersaulted for the second time through the night sky. Arms extended as the blades shot between the Nagas' small, beady eyes. The dead Chief and the Master hit the ground at the same time, rolling into a clawed sweep, heading towards the belly of the last remaining Saxhleel. Time slows as the monk stood up, ascending past the flaming horizon, gutted Argonian slumped over watching helplessly. One swipe took his head while the last two skullduggers shook, as one dropped his blade, the other fleeing into the blackness. Master Do'Khaj did not pursue the fleeing cowards as it was not his way and he was confounded by the appearance of a spear. The Cat shrunk down and leaped a city walls length into the air,up and over the brush fire.

(wearing full plate) Raise my claymore to the sky and yell "stop right there criminal scum!" and then randomly flail my sword screaming like a crazy person and then hope the bandits think im possesed and run in fear. And if that doesnt work and they just stand there unimpressed or look at me like "whats he doing" then I run in opposite direction screaming "Gaurds! Gaurds! :wink_smile:

I stop and look around, slowly drawing my sword. they come closer, i tell them to calm down because im only going to place my weapon on the ground.
I hear a bandit coming slowly behind me, i pretend to be puting my sword on the ground then *SWISH* the bandits head fly of, the archer don't dare to shot because of their friends are in the way.
One bandit rushes against me and i rush and glide like they do in baseball and hits his leg so he is falling against me and i have my sword pointing upwards, ye he's dead.
Then i do kinda kill everyone else, but the archer's were still there, they shot me.
As they went forward to their dead friends and then me, i pretended to play dead, when on of the archers was looking in my pockets, i broke his neck *Crack*.
The 2nd archer went forward, took aim, and were about to release the string. But then out of nowhere the Weightless Carrot on a dragon flew and took the 2nd archer.
Now i was saved and i had alot of loot.
I begun my march home.