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Adrynn Indarys, Molag Mar

Adrynn steadily made his way through the outpost and then into the city. He knew that those who were going with him would follow. For one reason or another, each would come. He clenched his left fist into a ball. His brand was beginning to throb along with his rage. He could feel Azura's soothing power slowly wash over him, but it did little to calm him. In fact, it only managed to further enrage him. This whole venture was starting to look exactly as Kriak had described it. A game of chess, with him and his companions as the pawns, and the various Daedric princes they served or followed the players. His pain faded from his brand, but a single thought implanted itself in his mind as he walked through the city.

If you do not do this, who will?

Garila Indarys, Redoran Outpost, Molag Mar

Garila watched in amazement as the assassin slowly sat up, then forced herself to her feet. Obviously, the training Ayra had received had been enough to push aside pain. Even though the cut on her back was still raw and bleeding, it wasnt nearly as bad as it had been earlier.

"Here, drink these before you go. Or take them with you," Garila said, pushing a few bottles of healing toward Ayra. "They will help with the pain and mend the flesh as well."

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Ayra, Redoran Outpost

Ayra didn't need to be told twice to drink the potions. She took the three bottles and drank one of them right away. It was almost instantaneous relief; her back felt much better and she could feel the flesh mending itself back together. She pocketed the rest of the potions rather than drink them; they'd be useful for later. She looked first at Garila, her glowing blue eyes studying the Dunmer woman before her. She just couldn't figure it out, this woman helped her, and yet she must have seen the markings on her back. Ayra found this unusual; she never had been offered help from outsiders who knew nothing about her. She wanted to thank her, to tell her she appreciated the potions, but the words just wouldn't come.

Finally, Ayra turned towards Faeryn and answered his question, "I'm not.....really sure..." she managed to say.

Seeing that her voice was suddenly working again, she turned to Garila once more and tried again, "Thank you very much," she said, in what she hoped was a normal tone. She bowed her head slightly, showing that she was indeed sincere, and then grabbed her gear and headed out the door.

It was bad enough that she could feel all eyes staring at her, and she could guess that her unusual facial tattoos and eyes were the problem. She needed to get her hands on more Concealment Potion really soon, she thought. As she started to exit the door, she saw the huge towering figure of Ulfgar standing just outside it. Ayra looked at him, and then thought of the Dunmer woman who had taken care of her. They'd be after the Nerevarine, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't need protection here either, incase they came back.

"Ulfgar, could you stay here and watch over them?"

Ulfgar nodded in understanding. Ayra could tell from his eyes that he was not happy to be away from the front lines, but he understood that this had to be done regardless.

Ayra stepped outside into the now fading sun light, closed her eyes, and took a breath of fresh air; she was ready to get moving.

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Faeryn Sethandas, Caius Cosades, and Velanya Therys, Molag Mar

Faeryn was one of the first out of the outpost, making his way down to the docks with swift strides. All the while, Velanya was nagging him about his wounds whilst trying to walk without Caius's support. The Spymaster himself said nothing, keeping his eyes on the massing crowd for any new foes. The wails of the mourning filled the air as families and friends found out about the deaths of their loved ones. Ordinators and Armigers alike attempted to keep the people away from the goriest scenes.

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Adrynn Indarys, Molag Mar

Adrynn was through the crowds, down the ramps, and to the docks within minutes. He passed Lecuaro as he went, his strides showing that they were leaving. The Redoran was glad he had not gotten stopped by anyone as he left. He was sure there were plenty of questions that needed answers, but right of this moment, he didn't have the time to give them.

He stopped in front of the docks, his eyes scanning for a helmsman. The ship that had brought them here from Vivec had long since left, and the few that were here were small. But small was good, it meant speed, and that is exactly what they needed right now. He finally spotted someone and stepped forward, his eyes locked on the person.

"You!" he said, scaring the poor soul and making them jump. "I need your ship, and I need it now. Are you fit to sail?"

"Wait, why do you need my ship? Didn't you just hear the battle that took place up there?! I'm not leaving till I hear from the Temple about what's going on," the sailor said, crossing his arms and staring Adrynn down.

Adrynn bared his teeth in anger. "I will pay you for your services once we are safely out of the city. I have companions who are going with me, and we need to leave, now!"

"Why do you need to leave so badly?!" the sailor yelled, his chest puffing up as he stepped up to Adrynn. Adrynn dumped the Nerevarine onto the dock between their feet. His face rolled over to the sailor, who jumped back in shock. The look on his face told Adrynn all he needed.

"Because if we do not leave RIGHT NOW, that cult will destroy this city looking for him," Adrynn said, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"Is t-th-that the N-n-n-nerevarine?" the sailor asked in shock. Adrynn nodded grimly.

"Yes, and I need to get him to safety. Will you take us?"

"Get your companions here if they are coming," the sailor said, jumping into his boat and throwing things onto the dock. Adrynn picked up the Incarnate and put him into the ship. He turned right as Faeryn and the others came around the corner.

"LET'S GO!" Adrynn called out. "We are LEAVING!"

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Kriak, Molag Mar

Kriak followed Adrynn to the docks and watched his little dialogue with the sailor. Kriak had a smirk on his face the whole time, he knew his friend was angry but the idiot trying to stop them was quite entertaining. The huntsman knew how futile it was to try and stop Adrynn when his mind was made up about something, the Redoran was absolutely stubborn, almost to a fault.

The Sarosian entered the boat after Adrynn and the Nerevarine did. Kriak took special care to bump into the sailor and stare down into his rather intimidated face. The sailor now knew that they weren't the enemy, but Kriak didn't think there was any harm in letting him know that they definitely weren't to be trifled with.

OOC> Ordinarily I wouldn't post this here buuut: DarkEdge if you could check your inbox that'd be much appreciated, I have a new character I'd like to introduce, I sent the character sheet to you.

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Ayra, Molag Mar

Ayra looked down towards the docks and saw Adrynn "aquire" a boat for safe passage. Without a second thought, she hopped into the boat, and looked around. The Sarosian was giving a death glare to the boatsman, and Adrynn was busy seething. Ayra knew that the intent gaze upon the boatsman was to ensure that they were not to be taken lightly. It was a good call, she thought, and she probably would have done the same thing, though people usually run when they see her face anyways.

As for Adrynn, it was a bit of a surprise to see him so angry the way he was, and Ayra wasn't used to him being so ebrasive, though she could understand fully where he was coming from. Still, she had quite a few things she needed to focus on, and she'd never be able to if she had to worry about defending herself from Adrynn. Ayra looked over at him, and could see that he was still outwardly frustrated, and decided to cast a Calm Humanoid spell, perhaps it would help him think more clearly. Either way, she needed time to think, and hoped the spell would take effect.

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Velanya Therys, Faeryn Sethandas, and Caius Cosades; Molag Mar Docks

The threesome silently boarded the ship...none of them in any mood for conversation. Hopefully they could leave quickly...it was about time that they put a stop to this mess once and for all.

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Baltis Llervu, Azura's Coast Region -Three Days Ago

Llervu stepped out of the crypt disappointed but determined. First and foremost, someone had gotten to his quarry first. The centuries old sorcerer's remains had long been ransacked along with any of his truly personal affects such as any potential daedric sanctuary artifacts. Fortunately though, there were clues left. Ancient banners depicting the moon and star, filled soul gems with winged twilights gathering dust and portions of glow dust. In short a small shrine to Azura. Baltis may not have the artifact but he knew where he could get one. He resolved to travel to Molag Mar for a few days, recruit some distractions and acquire more reagents for his potions. He pulled his hood up, as much to thwart prying eyes as to stop the light rain that began to come down.

Two Days Ago

Llervu perused the meager stalls and vendors in Molag Mar, none were really well prepared for an alchemist of any serious acclaim but there was a smith that had gems and jewelry in stock, mainly in religious trinkets for pilgrims and other pious folk. Llervu purchased an emerald off the man for brewing with his sadly dwindling supply of Corprus weepings. It would be helpful to make sure his distractions didn't die too quickly. Thankfully the apothecaries had plenty of fungi and he was able to purchase several portions of Violet Coprinus and Luminous Russula for his own potions and a rare ghoul's heart was to be found as well. He still didn't have much cover though, he needed to be discreet. He rented a room at the pilgrim's rest and spent a fair amount of time there so as not to draw suspicion to himself. In reality he dwelled in the sewers late at night. He didn't need much sleep anymore, he always felt restless. His little display of wealth was whispered about a little, it's a rare pilgrim who can drop the coin he did on an emerald of fine quality. He needed to keep quiet and so he did.

One Day Ago

Baltis deflected a few questions about the emerald and his intentions by telling people that he was a scholar as well as a pilgrim. He intended to journey to the shrine of Azura to conduct daedric research and an offering of an emerald would hopefully prompt the appearance of a lesser daedra or two. The idiots believed him quite readily but the few Armigers and Ordinators that overheard were a little suspicious. He didn't need them thinking he was someone to worry about though -at least not yet. He found a dunmer spellsword and two nord warriors offering to protect pilgrims on their journeys, they were uptight and pious but they would do. He offered them a fair price to escort him to the shrine and after a brief period of grumbling they accepted and agreed to meet at dawn at the Pilgrim's Rest before taking the boat to the shrine. He wasn't very concerned about the competence of his men, they were meant mainly to throw the guards off lest they suspect he was of any real note. No need alerting the temple and Redorans to a Telvanni magelord waltzing around Molag Mar, his welcome would not be a pleasant one. Even if he was no sitting council member or even a lover of the council.

The Night of the Attack - To the Present

The Telvanni was slipping out of the Pilgrim's Rest when he heard the screams and panic. He rushed outside near the ramps. Blood and gore was everywhere and many cloaked figures whirled about dueling with temple and Redoran warriors. He lent a hand, blasting a few with lightning bolts. He decided that there was no point hiding his power now. He unleashed his fury, obliterating cultists left and right. He laughed at their pitiful attempts to thwart his spells, armor, bound or no, was no match for lightning and pure energy. An altmer approached from the far side of the walkway, his hands held in a defensive spellcasting position. This one was at least somewhat intelligent and didn't bother wasting magicka on summoning armor that would not protect him. Llervu sent a warning bolt towards him and the High Elf deflected it with a ward before replying in kind with an ice spear. Baltis casually jetted bright white flames from his off hand and melted the ice to nothing. The magelord then made a motion towards himself and his hands crackled with energy before he loosed a far more potent blast of lighting at the Altmer. The cultist had a much harder time stopping this one. He had to break concentration on his next offensive spell and focus both hands on generating a ward powerful enough to stave off the debilitating physical effects of the lightning bolt. He succeeded in stopping the brunt of Llervu's attack but his magicka was greatly reduced and he was feeling the dreaded fatigue of thought that accompanied over extending oneself with magicka. Still, the cutlist did his best, in a bold move he made the motions for a summoning. A slight ripple in the air appeared and the peculiar chirping/screeching sounds of clannfear echoed. Just as one began to hop through the temporary portal, Llervu shot a stream of arching red-purple energy towards the portal. The spell cracked like a whip and banished the daedra back to the plane from whence they came. The Altmer was desperate and unleashed all his fury in a spray of sparks towards Llervu. They barely reached him, but he decided to amuse himself. He slowly strode towards the cultist, the air rippling around him as the lightning struck his dark flesh all over. He laughed sinisterly, feeling the slight tingle of the spell. If the two reached out their hands they could touch, but Llervu stopped, the mage tried to stop too but could not. He willed himself to stop casting the spell but could not. He tried in vain to stem the flow of magicka leaving his body, knowing he was about to exhaust his supply completely. It wasn't safe to channel this much magicka so quickly but his body wouldn't obey. His vision seemed to blur and he began trembling uncontrollably. He was helpless and at the command of this strange figure before him. His spell finally started to slacken much to the relief of the cultist but to his horror he found that he still could not control it and knew that it must be because his body was almost entirely depleted. As the lightning sputtered out and died, Llervu grabbed the cultist by the neck and carried him to the edge of the walkway, supernatural strength flowing through his veins. "Wh-what are you?" The cultist babbled out, barely capable of speech. He began to believe that his adversary was actually the only thing keeping him alive. Whatever his adversary he was. This man was clearly not normal, he was too powerful and his grip too... cold... like ice.

"I am the cold hand of death. Now begone, pathetic worm." Llervu said menacingly as he tossed the cultist completely over the edge. The body broke and crumpled as it collided with the railing lower down and sank into the water but the cultist had died before he had fallen three feet.

Baltis continued his obliteration of the Mythic Dawn forces when they got in his way. As the fighting subsided he made his way to the plaza and St. Veloth's Hostel where he knew his men were staying and would likely be. He found only two of them, one of the Nords had been killed. No matter, he took them in tow and headed towards the docks. Before they could leave the plaza, however, he was stopped by three Ordinators demanding to know who he was. He attempted to distract them long enough to escape but it proved futile. As the questioning intensified, his men turned on him. They were quite loyal to the temple and wanted to know why he refused to answer the Ordinators. Finally he relented and revealed that he was Baltis Llervu, lord of Tel Olmes. The Ordinators were furious, peacekeepers though they were, Baltis was clearly no pilgrim and was defiling Molag Mar with his presence and his butchery. They attempted to detain him so that they could question him further. As they stepped forward though Baltis unleashed a great force, pushing them back and towards the plaza while he stood in the doorway to the steps. As they staggered up and rushed him he completed his spell. Suddenly a massive burst of deep red energy and white arcs erupted from Llervu's hands. The bolt struck the middle Ordinator who crumpled before his body suddenly imploded, releasing a hellstorm of pure magical malice. The destruction bloomed into an immense sphere, killing several bystanders, the Ordinators and the Mercenaries before blasting a very large portion of the plaza doorway into dust and leaving a massive crater there. Baltis then turned and looked over the railing to see a ship sailing off in the direction of Azura's shrine. No matter, he thought, Subtlety is no longer of any consequence. He cast a powerful jump spell on himself and bounded towards one of the many islands to hop-skip to the shrine.

Kriak, Molag Mar Docks, The party's ship

Kriak saw the carnage before he heard it. He noticed a strange red light before his eyes nearly popped from their place. As their boat was taking off a massive explosion rent Molag Mar, blowing away a large portion of the plaza. "By the Four! What was that?!" He exclaimed in uncharacteristic shock. The boatsman paused his steering for a moment to look back and witness large chunks of the plaza falling into the sea. Kriak looked up and noticed a figure near the railing of the walkway in front of the plaza.

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Caius Cosades, The Spirit Runner

The Spymaster squinted, "A damn mage, that's what. See, there he goes!"

He pointed to a figure that landed on the water and began skipping across the surface like a pebble.

Edited by AurianaValoria1, 01 February 2013 - 12:50 AM.


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Ayra, enroute to Molag Mar

Ayra heard Kriak exclaim loudly and thought that was a bit unusual. She turned around just in time to see a mage hopping from island to island.

Interesting, she thought to herself. And with that she went back to looking at her feet, her cold expression never changing. She still had much to meditate on.




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