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Red Mountain Menace


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Exile looked back again and saw the horde of Necromancers running towards Ghostgate. In a series of actions that looked more like a reflex than something planned, he drew his crossbow and let loose a bolt that grazed the shoulder of the Bonewalker, letting loose a spray of deformed flesh. The undead minion was flung back, and a second bolt was let loose, this one going straight into the Bonewalker's eye... Exile ran towards Luque, screaming, "S'wit! Cast a Silence spell!"

 

The Orc grabbed a few Restore magicka potions and tossed them towards Luque. Just as he was about to throw an axe into the back of an unsuspecting Bonelord drawing near a near-terrified Mage, a Necromancer hit him with a powerful spell. He instantly felt his muscles rot, every fiber being ripped apart by one of the Necromancers. A spray of blood developed in his arm, and his axe flew askew and landed on the ground five feet in front of him. using his failing arm to grasp one of his potions, he was hit again by a Skeleton Archer. With a Silver Arrow piercing his heel, he fell to the ground and desperately drank some of the potions from his satchel.

 

Exile rose and let out a scream, having recovered his axe. His blood surged through his body, and it seemed, in the clash of deformed flesh and Steel, that some of the Necromancers were retreating, their magicka exausted and their minions long dead. The remaining necromancers could still destroy Ghostgate, however, as they had their own small army of Frost and Storm Daedra.

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Luque stood, and grasped his longsword. He wasn't a born fighter, but he could use a sword. He raised his arm and threw the sword straight into the skull of any unsuspecting necromancer, who feel insantly.

 

He turned to see Exile battling, and he quickly cast a shield spell on him, Luque then ran in to help. Exile and Luque together killed a large number of the enemy.

 

He pulled a sword out of a bonewalkers skull and was about to talk to Exile when he notcied a wave coming over the nearby mountains.

 

"God dammit!" Luque screamed as a huge army of Greater Bone Lords ran over the hills...

 

"Exile, I'm going to do something very powerful, but when I do it I'll need you to heal me ok?"

 

He raised his arms, and sent a huge fireball into the heart of the bonelords, who all fell, but Luque then fell himself, all of the energy inside him was gone...

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OOC: yes, it appears all this happened when i was sleeping and when i was at school,like i said im more 30 mins here and there...

 

 

Fire Tongue finished running his spear through yet another Bonelord and watched at it fizzled from the Realm. His arms was tired, his tail was scratched, and he was starting to stumble in the soft ash that carpeted the ground.

 

He turned, smacking a necromancer over the head with the butt of his spear, and then turned again just to see a Boneslave launch a ball of crackling lightening at him, through more dumb luck than anything, Fire Tonuge accidently unravelled a reflect scroll as he hurriedly tried to dodge the seething lightening, he didin't move fast enough, he exspected a sharp jolt but instead opened his eyes to see the Boneslave, twitching on the ground, a victim of it's own power.

 

Seeing this gave Fire Tongue an idea. "Their magick is their power, take it away." His mind told him.

 

Dodging behind a boulder FireTongue chugged a few Fortify Magicka potions, and then summoned all his Illusion power into one big blast.

 

The blast eminated from it's source, redering all magicka useless, necromancers, Boneslaves, and Bonewalkers all tried to cast spells in vain, before realizing what had happened. They started to close in on Fire Tongue. "Help!" He managed to cry before he wearly got to his feet, mental and phychical exhaustion starting to take hold...

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Running steadily, Exile plowed through the hordes of deformed flesh. However, the gap he made quickly disappeared and was now filled with Fire Daedra. A grin spread over Exile's face, but his rage of brute force quickly diminished and he realized the hopelessness of the situation. He ran to the yurt and pressed his back against the outside wall. He picked off a few of the advancing creatures and mixed a few potions unsure of what they would do. Exausted, he ran into the heart of the storm and threw his potions at the hordes. A yellow mist formed and the Orc sighed a breath of relief as the combination of Daedra and undead slowly retreated.

 

Exile heard an Argonian scream for assistance, and, surely enough, it had been Fire-Tongue. He slowed his pace and analyzed the situation, hiding behind a patch of Seathcraw... A few undead had escaped the range of his potion and closed on Fire-Tongue, prepared to use whatever they have to slay him. Luque, however, was nowhere to be seen. Acting quickly, Exile drew his axes as the necromancers' minions converged on the Argonian. He killed the creatures before they could harm Fire-Toungue and once again surveyed his surroundings. Sitting down on the boulder, Exile drew some materials from his satchel. He smeared some old Dwemer Pyroil Tar on one of his axes and coated the other with a mysterious black powder.

 

The stronger necromancers which had been summoning Storm Daedra to destroy Ghostgate realized what was happening and cast Dispel on themselves. Two of them crept towards the boulder where Exile say and almost silently summoned a pair of Frost Daedra. As Exile spoke and prepared his weapons, the Frost Daedra had evaded his vision and were preparing to strike...

 

"I know a camp out by where Ald Velothi once was... It is filled with bandits and rogues, but we should be able to spread the word that Ghostgate had been destroyed by necromancers and get some people to join our cause. Come with me and we'll make a break for it... I can cut a path through the opposition and we could go out Northwest, passing by what's left of Ald-Ruhn to get our share of supplies," Exile gestured with his axes as two pillars of ice came down on him. The Orc's weapons crashed together, forming a storm of sparks. The Pyroil Tar reacted with the powder the other axe was coated in, and Exile's armor burst into flames. The Orc had suddenly become a living inferno, rolling in the ash in a desperate attempt to put out the flames which had consumed his body.

 

(Anybody that's been watching this thread should join in as part of the rogue camp... UNCLE MARXIST WANTS YOU!)

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OOC: yeh it would be nice to get this rp going, it doesnt seem to be a popular one.

 

Fire Tongue watched the orc, rolling around on the ground, it was almost comical.

 

letting the orcroll around fire tongue tried to keep the deadra off him, but it t'was hard, espeacilly(spell) as luque was nowhere to be seen...

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