NinjaGoddessAyra

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.

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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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.

Ayra, Redoran Outpost Ayra could feel the sharp pain running down her back as she used what little strength she had to sit up. She looked at the Dunmer woman who had been watching over her, and managed to respond with great difficulty, "I'm okay I guess." Ayra noticed that a few new faces had entered the room, and her sapphire blue eyes widened with shock when she noticed the Sarosian standing in the room. Ayra didn't think it was possible, and yet there he was, just standing there in the middle of the room. Was he one of the Five? She wondered. No, he can't be, she thought. She was sure that they wouldn't be here of all places, yet it was still a while before she was able to take her eyes off the huntsman. It wasn't until she noticed the Ordinator with the violet scarf standing near him that she finally recognized the warrior, Faeryn. "Faeryn..." she tried to call out, but her voice was very weak. Would he even remember her? She doubted it. It didn't matter anyways. She had to get moving to. With great difficulty, she shut her eyes tight and focused on banishing the pain away from her back. Thanks to the training she had with the Dark Brotherhood, she had long since learned the ability to banish pain to the back of her mind, and focus on the task at hand. Now, for the first time ever, she was grateful that some of her training really paid off. She opened her eyes, looked at Adrynn, who was fuming with rage, and knew it was time to go. She was not going to be left behind.

OOC: Sorry for the long time without posting, I was super busy for the holidays. But now I say it's time to keep this thing rolling, so lets just get to it ;) Ulfgar, Molar Mar Ulfgar was busy trying to lead as many cultists as he could away from the Redoran Outpost; it was imperative that none make into the building, or everything would be lost. Luckily for him, three cultists followed, and after a long grueling battle, he dispatched all of them. He had just made his way back up the Canton when he saw two new faces, Ordinators from the looks of them, though they looked different than the usual Ordinators that he'd seen patrolling Vivec and Molag Mar. He looked around and saw that the battle must have just ended mere seconds ago. He looked over at Adrynn, and nodded. "Well, looks like I missed out on all the fun," he said with a smile, "still, it's good to see that atleast this is all taken care of." He frowned as he looked around once more. There were other Ordinators that had come out to help during the battle, and they'd want explanations. Ulfgar shook his head; talking was not his forte at all, he'd let someone else explain what was going on. Considering he barely understood what was going on at this point anyways, he figured it was better this way. Ayra, Redoran Outpost Ayra could feel immense pain running down her back. It was excruciating, she could barely move, and could hardly think. With great effort, she tried to move her head and opened a bleary eye to see where she was. She was in a well lit room, and there seemed to be a Dunmer standing over her. Atleast she thought so, but she couldn't really make out who it was for certain, and it was taking up all her will power just to stay awake. "Where....where's Ulfgar...?" She said in a strained voice.

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OOC: I apologize, I'm super out of it right now, so I really don't know what I'm doing. I just figured I'd post to keep this thing going :) Ulfgar and Ayra, Molag Mar Ulfgar saw the people he had met earlier that day on the ship fighting for their lives as he ran desperately to try and find help. He needed to save her, he wouldn't let her die. As he turned the corner, he saw Adrynn telling the Imperial Caius to regroup. Without thinking he ran towards him and handed him Ayra. "Please, make sure she stays safe. I'll take care these scum, just make sure she's okay." And with that he hoisted his abnormally large battle axe and ran to engage the cultists head on.

Ayra and Ulfgar, on the shoreline a little ways from Molag Mar Ulfgar followed Ayra through the winding paths down the foyada as she continued to walk a brisk pace, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere. He didn't think it was a good idea to jump out and leave everyone the way they did. Not after hearing the story that they did. Still, he knew Ayra to be stubborn, and trying to convince her of something otherwise was almost impossible....almost. "Ayra," he called out, "Lets go back alright? We really shouldn't leave the others behind. They're after the same thing we are." Ayra stopped suddenly, and for a moment he thought he had gotten through to her. But then, she suddenly bent her knees into a combat position, her hand sliding to the hilt of her sword, and then he sensed it too: they had walked straight into an ambush. 3 crimson hooded figures clad in daedric armor appeared from out of nowhere. "Sorry Dunmer," one said, taking a single step towards Ayra with his daedric mace, "but you picked a bad day to side against Lord Dagon!" It happened so suddenly, the speaker in the crimson robes was clearly not expecting anything like the reaction he received from Ayra. She drew her sword in a graceful arching slash at such an incredible speed that the man in the hood barely had time to manage one last look of fear or surprise, before his head was severed entirely from the rest of his body. Ayra looked at the other two men, who were stunned at first, but began to charge her as well. She was ready, and she knew better; the only reason she was able to nail the first one is because he let his guard down, if these two were smart at all, they would not make the same mistake. Ayra stayed back and took up a defensive posture, readying herself for the imminent attack, and watching their movements closely. When they finally reached her, she dodged and parried, moving in such a fluid like motion; it was like watching a very elegant dance, the way she barely just dodged the awkward swings of their clubs, and yet showed no fear, no hesitation, just careful concentration. She finally found an opening in of the hooded men's defenses and slashed into his abdominal area, with him falling to the ground. As she began to face the last man, readying herself for one more fight, her eyes widened with astonishment as she saw the other one get up and brush himself off like nothing had happeneed, readying himself for another round. This won't be easy, she thought to herself. She needed a better strategy, if their armor was damn near impenetrable she'd have to figure out a new plan. As Ayra raised her sword for another bout, she suddenly felt a sharp pain slice across her back, and barely had time to look behind her to see more hooded men behind her. How did they sneak up on me!? She thought to herself. That's incredible! She stumbled forward a couple steps, and fell to one knee. She was not going to be okay. She looked around, trying to clear her vision, and banish the pain away, when she saw Ulfgar run and grab her arm. He cast a scroll of Almsivi Intervention and safely got them out of there. She felt that familiar whooshing sensation, and then before she had time to register it, she was in Molag Mar, in the temple. She tried to keep her eyes open, to will herself not to pass out, but it was no good, she was losing blood and consciousness fast. "Come on," Ulfgar said urgently. He picked her up and carried her on his back. He needed to get her help, and fast. But as he called out frantically for help, he noticed that people seemed to be coming and going very fast, particularly the Ordinator guards, who were running out the exit to get somewhere. Damn it, he thought to himself, this is NOT the time for a panic to start happening. Without hesitation, Ulfgar ran out of the temple with Ayra on his back, and started to run. The others said they'd be in the Redoran Outpost, if I'm lucky, they'll still be around. Not that much time could have elapsed....right? He didn't want to think about what would happen if they hald already left and moved on. He would not lose Ayra, he wouldn't.

Ayra, Molag Mar The Broken Sun barely had time to properly stop, before Ayra was already jumping off the boat and into the water below. She was out of Concealment potion, and she couldn't afford to show her face around the public, especially a temple dwelling like Molag Mar. She swam through what little water there was between the now docked ship and the jagged shore line of the Molag Amur region. When she finally stepped onto shore, she looked back, only to see Ulfgar calling and swimming after her. She gave a small mischievous smile; it was funny seeing a giant of a man, calling after her and now swimming just to keep up with you. She knew she never really made it easy for him, but was thankful all the same. "Should we really have left those people back there like that? They seemed like decent folk, and are setting out for the same purpose we are," he said with a slight frown. "I wish yeh wouldn't take off like that." Ayra said nothing. She merely looked ahead at the path laid out before them, a glazed expression showing through those icy blue eyes. Truth be told, she thought they were decent people too, but the fact remained; she worked better alone, and teaming up with people she didn't know at all, who would undoubtedly try and kill her if they ever found out who she was...well it wasn't a very appealing reason to stay. No, this is far better, she thought. She started to walk ahead, following the charred path of one of the foyadas, not saying a word. There was only one thing on her mind; taking down the scum that had hurt one of the only people she truly cared about. And so she continued to walk along the barren path, her sapphire eyes burning with a fierce determination.