Shadows of Darkest Soul (An Elder Scrolls RP)

[nethgros]

Dar'krinji. Fort Floodgate

 

Dar followed behind Kriak, needing some more knives to throw.

[AurianaValoria1]

Velanya Therys, Bal Isra, Manor Services Hut

 

Velanya watched as Edward sheathed his sword, and he smiled slightly as he belted it about his waist. He glanced up at her, finally nodding that he was ready to leave.

 

"Alright, then. Let us go," she said to Caius.

 

As the Spymaster led the three out of the hut and through the gates of the stronghold, Velanya couldn't help but feel something strange in the pit of her stomach. It was as if they were leaving all safety and caution behind, heading into something that was, quite possibly, bigger than they could handle. They turned northward, once again following the road to Maar Gan. After reaching the small village, they would then cross the Foyada Bani-Dad and enter the northern Ashlands, hopefully making it to Fort Floodgate before dark.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Lecuaro Sulnair Marczon - Fort Floodgate, Eastern Wall

 

 

It was deja vu all over again for the commander. He barked the last few orders as Adrynn, Dar'Krinji, and Kriak ran up beside him. His face pale...ashen...not this again.

 

 

"Circon's getting the catapult out here. My men are raining arrow volleys down on them and Sorin and the other mages should be here soon...best start shooting. I'm gonna try to pick out some important folks.

 

 

Lecuaro ran over behind a stack of barrels. "Oh and I did try to wake you Adrynn, twice. Anyway, good luck...not really any time to start thinking of plans."

[XanAlderon]

Edward Wildeve, Road to Fort Floodgate

 

Edward walked behind the other two, running his hand along his new scabbard. He slid his sword a little ways out and then back in, admiring the craftsmanship. The smith had done a remarkably good job for a sword he had only seen a couple of times, Edward didn't like being apart from his sword for too long or at all. He held it by a leather strap, which he had wrapped around his hand, the sword hung in the air, rocking back and forth with the motion of Edward's footsteps.

 

Edward stopped looking at the scabbard, resigning himself to instead stare at the distant hills, thinking.

[nethgros]

Dar'krinji. Fort Floodgate Battlements

 

As Dar approached the battlements, he coulde see the vast waves of dunmer, these "Ashlanders", gathering outside the fort.

 

Lecuaro had a worried look on his face, as he saw a rather tall dunmer arrive. These two obviously knew each other well, but Dar had no time to dwell on that now, as the ashlanders shouted warcries that drew is concern elsewhere. They needed to be dealt with, and quickly.

[AurianaValoria1]

Velanya Therys, Ashlands

 

Thankfully, the good weather held, and there were no dive-bombing cliff racers or suicidal kagouti to get in the way. They reached Maar Gan in two hours.

 

Since they were making good time, the threesome decided to keep moving, and within another hour, the walls of Fort Floodgate came into view, far in the distance. They had just emerged on the far side of the Foyada Bani-Dad, and could see the rolling ash dunes of the northern Ashlands before them.

 

And there, charging up to the walls of Floodgate like a tidal wave, was another army of Ashlanders.

 

There appeared to be thousands of them, and the three could hear their warcries all the way from the Foyada. Smoke was billowing from one of the fort's towers, part of a wall had collapsed, and legionnaires scurried like shimmering ants around the battlements, desperately trying to hold them off. It would take a miracle to keep the fort from falling.

 

Velanya drew her sword, but Caius stopped her with his arm. He forcefully pushed both her and Edward down behind a rock cairn.

 

"We've got to stop them!" Velanya protested.

 

"I know that!" Caius hissed, "But we've got to be smart about it, or we'll die! Now, listen to me - both of you! You see those mages?"

 

Caius pointed over the cairn at three battlemages in the back of the Ashlanders' formation, dressed in the garb of shamans. They chanted and gestured, surrounded by circles of bodyguards. Their spells washed over the warriors like auroras, obviously empowering them in some manner.

 

"They've got to go first," Caius continued, "without them, the Ashlanders will lose a lot of steam. After that," he slipped his katana out of its sheath, "go for the archers if you can. If you can do it with stealth, fine. Magic? Fine. I'm going to see about capturing one of those idiots for questioning."

 

With that, the threesome rose. Velanya glanced at Edward. He met her eyes and simply nodded, sword already in hand, his mouth a hard line. She looked back at Caius, her hand tightening on Frostfang's hilt.

 

"Emperor and Empire! For Talos and the Nine!"

[darkedge42392]

Adrynn Indarys, Fort Floodgate

 

Adrynn's eyes quickly scanned over the battlefield, looking for key targets. Dodging an arrow that whizzed past his head, he pulled out his bow and quickly knocked an arrow and released, killing the poor archer who dared fire at him. He didn't play well with others, especially when they were trying to kill him.

 

"Lecuaro! Aim for the rear guard! I see battlemages! Take them out!" Adrynn commaned, his gruff Dunmer voice carrying over the sounds of the battle to the Breton commander. He glanced behind him to see the Khajiit and Kriak arrive just as he strung another arrow and released it into one of the battlemage's guards.

 

"Kriak, Khajiit, do what you can to kill those shamans at the back. If they die, the rest will scatter to the winds," Adrynn said, ducking behind a battlement to escape a volley of arrows as he tossed down his bow and started to concentrate.

 

With his hands before him, he gathered his vast pools of magicka and started to summon Daedra. Dremora, Clanfears, Flame, Frost, and Storm Atronachs appeared out of thin air and started cutting their way through the Ashlander ranks. Adrynn stood and started to throw fireballs and lightning bolts, but he only had a little reserve of magicka left from summoning all those Daedra. He was concentrating too hard on keeping the Daedra in this world to notice the arrow embed itself in his chest.

[nethgros]

Dar'krinji. Fort Floodgate Battlements

 

"Dunmer, now might not be the best time for name exchange, but I am Dar'krinji. So stop calling me Khajiit, we have names." Dar called out.

 

He then turned his attention to the shaman, throwing a long steel dagger from the belt around his waist, which he had retrieved from the armory. The dagger spun through the air, whizzing as it passed over the heads of the ashlanders. It then sunk itself deep into the chest of one of shaman, felling him.

[Zephyr2011]

Kriak clapped Dar on the back, "Nice throw. My turn. I'll see you all after this mess is taken care of." Kriak said to the gathering on the wall then melded into the shadows.

 

The archers on the wall tops saw a shaman's head seem to yank the entire body forward against its own will and fall into the body guards before him. Kriak grinned from behind his bow, string still singing as he stood on the rocky outcropping about 20 yards from the last Shaman and his guards. I've still got it he thought to himself with a grin. He drew his shortsword and rushed the last Shaman and the guards, just as the guards were nearly upon him he jumped off of a small rock and soared over their heads with his incredible athleticism and some magical assistance. He landed near the shaman who, after blinking in shock, thrust out with his dagger in one hand and loosed a fire spell from his other.

 

Kriak parried the dagger and then grasped the Shaman's spell hand with his own off-hand, interlocking his fingers with the shamans, his guantlet curled and burned away from the flames but his skin remained perfectly intact. Kriak grinned sadistically, "My turn." He said as his eyes flashed brightly.

 

From the wall tops an enourmous fire ball was seen to errupt from the circle of shaman guards. Great dark flames of deepest crimson and scarlet licked the ground hungrily as sizzling bodies flew through the air, many in disintegrating pieces. The head of the final shaman was relatively in tact as it sailed through the air and hit with a sickening crunch atop the battlements bringing the acrid stench of burning flesh the look of absolute terror and shock still on his face.

 

Kriak dropped the hissing soulgem from his hand, difficult to keep in place while holding his sword perhaps but well worth it to ensnare the soul of the shaman then instantly use all of its power to fuel his explosive spell. It was a trick that Maim-Claw had taught him long ago, granted back then he didn't need soulgems, but here he was without his old raiment and the rules were different.

 

Although his spell had decimated the most dangerous portion of the ashlander army there were still thousands to contend with, the fort's garrison was still heavily outnumbered and it would indeed be an uphill battle to keep the fort from falling even with the battlemages defeated. Kriak sheathed switched his shortsword to his left hand and drew his bow with the same hand. He notched arrows and plugged away into the ashlander ranks, slashing out with his sword whenever one got too close.

[XanAlderon]

Edward Wildeve, Outside Fort Floodgate

 

The battlemages had died as soon as they had been set as targets and so Edward scoped out his secondary target, the archers. He slung his sword over his back and unsheathed it, securing the scabbard. Edward had no gods to pray to, or battlecry to say and thus without word or ceremony he ran at the archers. He hit their ranks hard, his sword a blur of motion and blood. An Ashlander warriors division began to notice their archers were getting killed and moved to protect them. Edward ran around the archers keeping them between him and the Ashlander warriors all the while continuously thinning their ranks.

 

A warrior reached Edward, swinging at him wildly with his axe. Edward moved easily between the axe strokes, declining to block such powerful attacks. He found an opening and developed a low stance, cutting quickly up the mans chest. He fell to his knees and Edward finished him, sparing him a long and labored death. Four of the man's companions arrived and Edward retreated to a nearby rocky outcrop, they followed him. He maneuvered himself around the rocks, splitting them up and killing them one by one. With them dead Edward squatted atop the rocks looking carefully for a new target.